A/N: For those of you who figured it out, yes, the title of this Fanfic A Little More Homework is one of the last songs sang in the Broadway musical 13. 13 is the Broadway musical that Beth auditioned for and is in.

Beth POV

Mom and dad agreed for me to do the musical for one year. However I'm not the only one playing Patrice Parker though. Because this Musical is full of under age kids there's two people for each character, but there is a main cast. We do the shows on Fridays through Mondays. We rehearse on Tuesdays to Thursday. Some of us still go to school, but it's hard.

I walked onto the stage with the cast and started to practice the third song, Get Me What I Need. We sang and danced on the stage. The choreographer helped us when we needed helping. I looked up towards the balcony and saw my mom and dad. They never miss a rehearsal which is annoying sometimes. We continued practicing for another hour before we were done.

"that was good," my mom said as we walked out the back of the theatre.

"Yeah it was," I said and we walked to the car. I got in and closed my eyes.

"You can't go to sleep you have homework," my mom said and I nodded. The drive lasted half an hour just to get home because of the traffic.

I started to do my homework immediately when we got in the house. I finished it within two hours and then took a shower. By the time I was out of the shower mom had dinner ready but truthfully I'm more tired than hungry.

"Beth, come on you need to eat," mom said and I shook my head.

"I'm not hungry," I said and my mom looked at me. She sat down on the bed next to me and ran a hand through my hair.

"Its tiring isn't it?" she asked and I nodded. She nodded as well. "Do you see now why your dad and I didn't want you to do this?" I nodded again. "Go to sleep, sweetie, you look like you're ready to pass out… come on." I got under the blankets and she kissed my head. It's only seven thirty but I'm tired as hell.

I closed my eyes and no sooner than I had closed them I had to open them. No not because I forgot something but because my alarm went off. I don't feel like I got any sleep at all and I fell asleep around seven forty.

I was about to sit up when I my lower abdomen hurt. It felt like something was putting pressure on it. I then realized I felt a bit wet. I loved my blankets and practically screamed. Instead of screaming I moved my body towards the end of my bed and everything I could possibly have in my stomach came out.

"Mom!" I screamed and just closed my eyes. Thank the lord I don't have carpet in my room. I closed my eyes and refused to look at the enormous red stain on my bed. "MOM!"

"I'm coming," I heard her say, "I'm coming," I heard the door open, "What's wro…oh my god… ," she said I heard her step towards the right side of the bed, "Oh okay, that's were the smells coming from. Okay."

"Mom, stop saying okay this is not okay. I'm dying," I said and another wave if pain came to my lower abdomen.

"You're not dying, come on," I felt my mom grab my left hand and I opened my eyes. "Okay, got take a shower and I'll bring you your clothes. You're going to want something comfortable. you can't go to rehearsal I'm saying that now you won't last. I'll get your homework later. Go shower," I just nodded and got in the bathroom. I used the toilet first and even more blood came out. Does god really want me to die? I started the shower and got in.

I was halfway done ridding my body of any blood stains when I heard him.

"What are you doi…oh my god no!" my dad yelled. I froze in place. "No, No, No!this isn't supposed to happen until she's like twenty." I closed my eyes as a wvae of pain came over.

"Shut up and get out. she doesn't want you to know," my mom said.

"And how do you know?" my dad asked.

"Because I had two dads and I did my best to hide it from them as does every girl in the world," my mom said. I finished my shower and grabbed my towel. I peeked my head out of the bathroom.

"Mom," I whispered.

"Coast is clear," she said. I literally ran into my room and looked at her.

She started to tell me all about what was going on. I know what's going on, I just don't want it. she told me the pain is cramps and whole bunch of other stuff. She then gave me these things that are like diapers called pads for the blood. I was hoping for some type of medicine to stop it, but apparently it can't be stopped. My mom decided I should wear sweats and a comfy t-shirt.

When I waled in the room my dad was there and he was making pancakes.

"I made your favorite, chocolate chip with a tad bit of cinnamon," he said.

"It hurts," I said and he nodded.

"I know, I'm sorry sweetie," he said.

The entire day i just lay down and wanted to die. I craved candy or ice cream. I didn't want to get up/I felt like throwing something at someone's face. my emotions were everywhere and by the middle of the afternoon I was crying while telling my mom I wanted it all to go away and for it to never happen again.

This is probably the first time in my life I've ever decided that life would be better if I was a boy. It would be a lot less painful for sure.