Twenty-two Days Before
I awkwardly walk up to Greyson's office door.
What I'm about to ask him is something that every girl should consider a brave movement. This is something that is an uncomfortable subject. But I need some.
"Ah hello Ana, what do you need?" He asks once I walk in.
"Um, I need to go to the store." I say shyly looking down.
"Why?" He asks.
I cleared my throat. And then started to bite my lip.
"Ana? Why do you need to go to the store?" He asked carefully while standing up.
"I need pads." I sigh.
Yes, I wear pads, and not tampons. I mean, I did wear tampons in high school, but I just think pads are more comfortable. But oh well, we girls have our own opinions. We just go with whatever makes us happy during our week of torture.
Greyson clears his throat and grabs a
