Manisha C • India • 18
So what happened was this. We were planning to go on a trip to Hyderabad but the day before the trip my brother fell ill. He was 1 1/2 years old and I was 11. I went with my father to buy some bread for the trip the next day and also some Crocin and fever medicines for my cute little brother. We went to a new bread shop that had just opened. Gosh gosh gosh like OMG!!! The new guy in the shop was so good looking. Clearly it was love. I had to fall for him.
I was dreaming of making love with him when suddenly my father took the Essar bread and jam from him and we went home. I was crying about the man and my father hit my head. (Fact to be noted: I am a lascivious person!) The handsome man at the store was also looking at me. I thought of him.
I came home and there was this brown blood in my... you know. I knew about periods from before. I'd heard from my science book that girls get pregnant when they think of a handsome person. But the opposite had happened, I thought to myself. I asked myself, did this brown and red blood come out as I thought of making love with the store man? I concluded I had reached the pregnancy age. I went to my mother and instead of worrying about me, she was worried about the trip because it would be the second day of my period when the trip started. She gave me some of her pads. The good thing was that my father was a feminist and he assured my mother that we can safely go for the trip. He assured her that it's nothing but my period. He has given me the freedom to do anything and I still sometimes speak to him about my period.
