However, my day took a predominant turn for the worst when a girl from sixth year pulled me aside in the hallway and uttered the words every teenage girl on the face of the planet dreaded hearing at school. “Excuse me, hun, but I think you’re leaking.” Because I was me, it took my brain several seconds to comprehend what she was saying, and several more before I gathered her meaning. The minute I did, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
