To Basil Berkshire? The girl who’d filled my locker with Tampax the day after I’d gotten my first period in the middle of gym class. Thankfully, the clothes I’d stained were gym clothes. I’d also dipped the tampons in red food coloring-laced water and left them in her locker, because “rise above” was not in my vocabulary, and my pettiness reached acceptable levels, in my opinion.
