Okay so I was in my sixth hour at school and it was just about to end. I was outside the classroom working on a project and when I came back in, this little black seventh grader (not trying to be racist) walked up to me and giggled, "It's in the trash."

Me, thinking it was probably just my pencil or something sighed and realized my backpack was gone. He began telling everyone and people walked duo to the trash can and started muttering that's disgusting and looked at me. I took a look myself. Keep in mind that I over prepare for everything so in my backpack was feminine products and an extra pair of underwear just in case.

He had thrown my underwear in the garbage can.

My group began asking if it was mine and I immediately denied it because I'm at a fluffing middle school and I would be judged for the rest of the semester. Then I found my backpack in the middle of the room and someone next to me shouted, "Michael, that was hers!" Yes, I'm totally okay with saying that jerk's name. Then someone else walked duo to me and said, "Your pads are over there."

I wanted to flipping cry. My friends were giving me weird looks and the guys looked grossed out. My group said the underwear in the trash can was disgusting even though it was flipping clean.

But I was too socially awkward and embarrassed to do anything. So I left the underwear and pads there and left. I just now finished calming down about it but I still wanted to rant since I still feel weird. Flip, I wanna cry again.