Haylie and OPEN
Haylie was pretty psyched to play a male role in the play. She'd been given permission by Ms. Gurule to play Michael, but she wondered if the audience even connected it that Michael was supposed to be a dude, not a petite chick who barely stood over five feet tall. Whatever, she had fun with it. It was nice to play a boy because she missed being a boy. Haylie's mannerisms were more prone to teenage male than teenage female normally, but she especially played it up when she got in character as Michael. It made her feel the most normal she'd felt since the curse was laid on her by that witch capital B.
After the play was over, she felt tears welling up in her eyes and knew for sure she was going to lose it on stage as they all took their final bows. What the fuck was wrong with her? Sure, it was a sweet play and all, and the way her character gave the bear back and hugs his sister... Haylie sniffled loudly and as soon as she could, she escaped straight to the girls bathroom closest to the theater and locked herself in a stall.
Crying quietly had to be some magic trick, because she did not have it down at all. She sat on the toiler, hunched over, hands filled with balled up wads of toilet paper pressed against her eyes and she just cried.
It all made sense a few minutes later when she realized her period had started. Again! "Son of a bitch!" She cried out in dismay, voice choked with emotion. "Not again!"