MY VERY FIRST VALENTINE
February 14th. A day that never ceases to flood my head with dreadful memories.
I was 15, it was my first valentine ever. I felt so excited because I was asked on a date to the special valentine school dance. I planned to wear the customary valentine colours and I had decided on a pretty white dress and a cute little red bow in my hair.
The dance wasn't till 6pm and I was really anxious. My date finally arrived and we left for the dance. For an hour everything was going splendid then it was time to dance. We moved to the floor with everyone else and I noticed several students staring at my dress, girls especially and I assumed they liked and were jealous of it.
The stares began to increase and whispers accompanied it. I excused myself to the bathroom to check on things. I discovered that the back of my white dress was covered in dark red stains.
I had gotten my period and everyone had seen. I was so humiliated I hid in the bathroom and cried my eyes out.
My date didn't even bother to check on me.