~Marcelline's P.O.V.~
Blood. There was so much blood. It rolled down from between my thighs and soaked through my panties. I could smell the stench of it circulating the air. If I could smell it, that meant everyone else could too. My teacher continued his lecture on the history of World War 2. The students listened to him as he moved around the front of the room, pointing at different things that were written on the board. Nobody had caught the scent yet, except for me. Maybe that was because I felt it soaking my underwear and I could tell it was seeping out through my pants. For sure when I stood up there would be a bloody spot on the bottom of my chair. People would see it, and they would laugh.
I felt tears form in my eyes. The salty liquid slipped from my eyelids before I could st
