If it’s not much trouble, could someone give me a shoutout?
I walk onto the plane and sit down next to Dylan.
She’s holding a bowl of popcorn and I take a handful.
“It’s full of butter,” she said, taking a sip of her diet coke.
“I don’t care,” I say, chewing.
Dylan just put on her headphones, Alicia is painting Claire’s nails, and Kristen’s putting her hair up in a high ponytail.
We’re going to the Bahamas for a week.
Something already feels uncomfortable about it to me.
I woke up this morning completely drained.
I walk into the bathroom, not feeling right.
Right after I close the door I throw up into the toilet.
I immediatly start feeling a pain in my stomach.
I look down at my jeans and notice a red spot.
“Ehmagawd,” I whisper, taking them off.
Massiekur: Kris, SoS! in the bathroom!
I hear a knock on the door and let Kristen in.
“What’s wrong Mass?” she asks, noticing my jeans on the floor. “Ehmagawd.”
“I know, help me,” I say.
“Ok, I’ll be right back with protection and some clothes.”
I put on a pad and slip into a pair of purple shorts. I’m so luck Kris is always prepared.
I walk back to my seat feeling uncomfortable. I’m the first.
“What’s wrong Massie?” Alicia asks in a soft voice.
“It’s nothing,” I say, looking out the window.
I quietly sleep for the rest of the trip.