Emily Simpson took a deep breath and then slowly sat down on the steps.
"But your complexion looks really bad, your lips are all white," a female classmate continued to look at her with concern, while a few more girls circled around.
"Let's help you to the infirmary!"
"Don't worry, I'm fine!" Emily squeezed out a faint smile, giving them a reassuring one in return.
Because she had always followed her father's advice to make more friends, Emily had quite good relationships at school and was surrounded by many friends.
"Alright, but you have to say something if you feel bad," one said.
Emily nodded, but she had underestimated the severity of her menstrual pain; it was worse than she had imagined!
If she could do it all over again, she would have definitely resisted the craving and not eaten ice cream yesterday!
......
At this time, on the basketball court.
Lorne Noah Jackson's gaze inadvertently rested on the white figure sitting on the steps nearby.
