However, as Ivy rifled through every corner of her backpack, the pads were nowhere to be found.
She was certain she had packed them.
Since she was young, Ivy had always taken care of her own belongings, cultivating a nightly routine of preparing for the next day.
Thus, she could vividly remember slipping the pads into her bag. Yet, after just one gym class, they had vanished. With no other option, she turned to her classmates for help.
"Hey, does anyone have a spare pad?"
"Could I borrow a pad from someone? I'll pay you back."
No matter how she phrased it, the response from her peers was uniformly the same: "Sorry, I don't have any."
Sitting back at her desk, pad-less, Ivy felt the sting of helplessness.
Clara had pilfered her allowance, leaving her without cash to buy a new pack. Even the money Tessa gave her wasn't enough, with Clara inventing reasons to snatch away her spare change.
What was she to do?
If she didn't find a solution soon, she'd surely stain her clothes.
"Having your period, huh?" Clara plopped down in the seat in front of her, her tone mocking. "Little sis, how can you be so careless, forgetting to bring your pads on your period?"
Clara was a year older than Ivy but was in the same grade due to poor academic performance.
Unlike Ivy's introversion and silence, Clara's generosity and lively personality made her the darling of the class.
And those who cozied up to Clara inevitably snubbed Ivy, as if by an unwritten rule of the classroom.
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