“OH MY GOD !” I screamed loudly. Mum immediately came rushing into my room with her desperate “what’s wrong’s.”
I showed her my knickers. Those blasted pink and black little panties would be the death of me.

Mum looked, and for a moment, i thought she was about to burst into tears like I was about to, but she began to laugh instead. I thought she had gone mad.

“What?! Why are you laughing? This isn’t a laughing matter! I could be dying!!” I yelled, distressed. With that she began to laugh even harder, her eyes tearing up, and she doubled over, bellowing out great bouts of laughter.

I began to frustrated and stormed out of the room. This was SERIOUS ! How could she laugh at my illness so easily?

“Oh, sweetie, come back! I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Look, darl, you’re not ill. You’ve just got your monthly…..friend. You know the one I told you about? Mum said as she followed me into the hallway.

A sickening realisation dawned upon me.
“You mean I’m PMS -ing?!!”