The first time I got my period was the second day of seventh grade. I had no clue it was happening or what was going on. The bus was about to come to pick me and my siblings up for school when my mom pulled me into the bathroom and told me there had been blood in my panty. She told me to put on a pad. I distinctly remember asking her “What’s wrong with me?” Then I hurried outside to get on the bus. The bus was coming, and my mom was following me with a plastic bag full of pads, yelling after me to bring some with me to school. I refused, and was extremely embarrassed because I thought some of my classmates saw the pads through the bag.