Afterwards, Gally had been thrown into the slammers for two nights, and both Minho and Newt disclosed this information to the rest of the keepers in a meeting they had. However, by listening to them through the hole, she knew that they had no answers either, and were just going to leave it for now. Clint had apologized profusely to her even though she told him it wasn't his fault, and eventually he told her to look for him should she ever need a favour in the future, to make up for it.

The next morning, Qiufeng was rudely awakened by a bad cramp in her stomach. Still somewhat half asleep, she groaned and turned in her hammock, trying to ignore the pain but it seemed to just make it worse. Eventually after tossing and turning a few times the cramp's persistence won and she gave up, sitting up and ruffling the back of her head furiously in frustration. These few days have been nothing but tiring, she just wanted a day where she could sleep in peace.

Reluctantly getting up, she wondered if there was anything in the kitchen she could use to make herself a warm drink to get rid of the dull ache, but decided to take a shower first. Last night seemed to be particularly humid, her clothes stuck to her skin in various places all over her body and she felt disgusting.

Making her way to the showers (more like cubicles with just a pail of water and scoop inside) she closed the door behind her and undressed, the chill in the morning air making her shudder slightly. Picking up the scoop and filling it with water, a look of uncertainty crossed her face for a moment as if she wasn't sure this was the best decision.

But glancing between her dirty clothes and the pail of water, the choice was obvious. Holding her breath and squeezing her eyes shut, she braced herself for the oncoming onslaught and lifted the scoop over her head quickly.

The blast of cold water woke her up instantly. Letting out the breath she was holding in one shot and gasping, she did a few small jumps on the ground while rubbing her body furiously. "Brr!" She shivered, shaking her head a few times before digging the scoop into the pail again and over her head.

So. Frigging. Cold.

She was definitely going to complain about this later to someone, she didn't know who was going to be her victim yet, but she was definitely going to complain.

From the corner of her eye, she saw something thin slither along the floor and jumped backwards, 'snake' being the first thing that popped into her head. She laughed at herself nervously when she realized it was just a small trail of blood, and was about to turn back to continue showering. Then she stopped.

BLOOD.

Her eyes gradually widened as she retraced the thin trail of blood backwards towards her, and then her feet, and up her legs…

Oh.

My.

God.

I'm becoming a woman.

Running over to the med room, she had stuffed her towel there temporarily there was really no other choice, she figured the chances of an all boy colony having pads or tampons were around… Zero percent, but for now perhaps she could find a... Packet of tissues or something, she didn't know! Anything strong enough to dam Lucifer's waterfall. But if she put it like that, perhaps she might actually need to say a few prayers to a god she didn't believe in for it to work…

Rummaging through the cupboards inside the room, she dug out everything in order to scour every nook and cranny of the drawers. She mentally apologized to Clint for making a mess, and promised to pack it up as soon as she found suitable to use for seven whole freaking days. Though she heard before that the timing between girls were different, so she hoped that hers would be significantly shorter, or else this was going to be a significantly horrible week.

She eventually managed to replace her towel (now horribly bloodstained, she would probably have to hide it and wash it herself later) with the remaining wads of paper towels stashed at the very back of the drawers, and sat back down in a mess of bandages and plasters of the like. She scratched the back of her head, she had herself covered for at least a day but if she didn't manage to find a six day solution soon, the boys were going to find out, and it would be… She didn't even want to think about it.

Just then the door crashed open and she started at the sound, quickly shoving the towel onto the other side of her body to hide it. She looking up to see Newt standing in the doorway.

"Feng!" He exclaimed as he made his way over, chest heaving as if he had been running. He had picked up the nickname from Minho a day earlier, unsurprisingly. "Knew you would be here, where're you hurt?" He demanded, looking her over. "You've got half the glade up and looking for you, you shuck face!"

"W-what?" She stammered. Oh god, she probably missed out a bloodstain while washing just now.

"Don't bloody what me you lil' shank." Newt scolded furiously. "Minho got up this morning and noticed you were missing, and your hammock was covered in shucking blood!"

"Oh." She managed to squeak out as realization dawned on her that she didn't bother checking her hammock for blood, she should've known better, the cramps were like a sign this morning.

"So?" Newt looked her over again, before noticing something red peeking out behind the girl. As she struggled to think of an excuse to give, which he was totally not going to believe, he darted out before she could react and grabbed the item, which turned out to be a blood stained cloth.

Before he could even hold it out and dig out the answer from her, Qiufeng reacted like lightning. She frantically snatched it back before he could hold it any longer, and winced at the sight of the blood on his hand. Vulgarities like no other were streaming through her head, some of which she didn't know she even had knowledge of.

"Are you going to tell me now?" He held out the hand that had blood on it, as if to call her out on her bluff.

"W-well..." She began slowly, while her mind worked frantically to find a suitable excuse for the blood. Eventually after a very long moment, she sighed and peered up at Newt who was impatiently waiting for her response. He was definitely not going to believe anything else but the truth, and there was nothing she could give but the truth honestly, it wasn't like she could conjure up a fake injury within these few minutes anyway.

Qiufeng averted her eyes and bit her lower lip, she couldn't believe she was going to do this. Then she finally blurted it out in a rush of words, squeezing her eyes shut. "Igotmyfirstperiod!"

Newt raised an eyebrow, "Again?"

"I got my first period." She said again, this time really quietly.

He frowned. "I can't hear you."

"I GOT MY FIRST PERIOD!" Qiufeng exclaimed in exasperation at the same time the door clicked open, revealing a very surprised Minho, Clint and Alby.

She recoiled in shock, and there was a moment as all four boys just stood there and stared at her. Her eyes darted from one face to another frantically as she felt fire sear through her cheeks and as much as she tried to hang onto a tiny shred of goddamn hope, she knew there was just no freaking possibility that they didn't hear her loud yell.

Newt was the first one to react, turning away from her and walking out of the room expressionlessly. The boys automatically made way for him as he walked past them, and Minho reacted next, in a series of uncontrollable sniggers that eventually evolved into outright laughing.

Qiufeng felt her face burn upon realizing that Newt probably knew what kind of blood was on his hands right now.

"Alby, Alby." Minho managed to say as he struggled to stop laughing. "I think, I know what the supplies you and Nick were so confused with yesterday are now."

"Yeah, I was going to tell her you shuck face." Alby shook his head at the gasping boy before turning to her. "Yesterday amongst the supplies Nick and I found a small box full of… Uhh packets." He paused for a moment before continuing. "After discussion we assumed it would be something for you since we've never had it before and wanted to tell you but the Gally incident made it slip our minds… We'll just bring it over."

Qiufeng let out a huge sigh, she had never felt so relieved in her life, and for once she thanked the Creators inwardly. However a depressing thought soon took over the relief as she looked at Minho howling in laughter and thought about Newt who was probably washing the klunk out of his hands right now, there was just no way they would ever let her forget this.

Meanwhile, Fry seemed more puzzled than pissed when a deadpan Newt pushed him out of the way to use the kitchen sink, scrubbing furiously at a couple of bloodstains on his hands.

"What happe-"

"Do NOT, talk about it."

AN: Hey all! How's it going? :3

I personally enjoyed writing this one, as many OC fics have girls that never have their period :X Just a friendly reminder that they're all still in their early teens and have not matured yet, so all their relationships are still platonic. Please bear with me!

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