when it's just little you and me; golden molten silence

under murphy's law, everything that can go wrong - will.

so in style of doing a step outline, here is today so far at 9.14am as follows

1. character wakes up and realises her menstruation has come and her underwear is coloured red from biege.

2. there are not enough pads

3. she drags herself up to go to school with the snowman

4. she chooses the carriage from which precisely there are no seats; there is one seat, they ask each other to sit, a man comes and sits.

5. at the next station, the person sitting the aforementioned seat leaves

6. the train is filled to the brim and the snowman melts from all the people leaning on him

7. the queue for 179a is f long

8. boarding the bus, no fewer than 4 guys (dickless, doubtless) look blankly at her before climbing up the stairs

9. being extremely civilised in the early hours of the day without fail, she says fuck

10. reaching the school, going to the toilet - there is a red sea churning in her pants

11. walks into the library (the only reason she left for school early is to view indiana jones, a pescribed film for the popular cinema module)

12. the library does not have a copy of the film yet

13. a blob of blood departs her womb
13.1 she sits at the benches
13.2 a group of people laugh and talk
13.3 the noise goes straight to her brain like a truckload of tequila shots

14. she spews blood (from her oesophagus), loses consciousness, wakes up to find it was all a nightmare and the weekend has just begun

15. unfortunately, 14 did not happen

16. now, 1 hr and 40 minutes in school early, with a grand total of 3 hours of sleep and a minimal quota of 14 hours more to spend in school, life is great.