"Ah, Ghania, you're not going?"
Someone said, "Did you leave something in the classroom? I can run fast and go back to get it for you."
Ghania Quinlan forced a smile, "I'm not going, you guys go ahead."
To avoid bumping into Nathalie Quinlan face-to-face, she even lied, "It's something not very convenient for others to fetch, I put it in the small pocket of my backpack."
As soon as she said that, the girls present immediately understood.
Sanitary pads.
Every girl carries a few to school during those days of the month, usually hidden in a small pocket of their backpack.
"Then you should go." Ghania's reason was impeccable, and the girls all spoke up for her, forbidding the boys from asking further questions.
Ghania breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze complicated as she glanced at the tough-looking girl and nodded her head before hurrying away.
Yesterday at the hospital scared her to death, Nathalie acted like a madwoman, even slapping her across the face before the public.