Wendy & Darren

When a frustrated student calls out her school for never restocking menstrual products, her classmate’s unexpected support sparks a demand for period equality.

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"For God's sake. Why do they never restock the fucking tampon basket in the bathrooms?"

Wendy huffed as she shifted in the uncomfortable plastic chair at the back of morning form class.

"There hasn't been any since Monday, and I'm down to my last one."

"Seriously?! Great. Now I'm going to have to worry about getting some more during my lunch hour. Thanks for the heads-up."

"No worries. I don't suppose you have any to spare, Erin?"

"If I could, I would, but I don't have any, sorry. I don't even have any pads to offer you."

"Ugh. Worth a shot. Thanks anyway."

"I have some you can have."

"Really, Darren?"

"Yeah. I always carry a spare box with me, ever since the Battlefields trip fiasco. Hmm. I never want to get caught short again."

Darren fished into his bag.

"Here you go."

"Oh, Daz, you absolute legend! Thank you. I won't take them all if you need them too."

"It's fine. As I said, I have a full spare box in my locker."

"Can I take some too, Daz?"

"Go for it. I also know a great little place where you can get more in a pinch. It's down Warrington way. And they're free."

"Shit, no way! Thanks. I'll make a note of that. What's the place called?"

"It's called---"

"There's a lot of chatter from the back. Care to share with the class?"

"..."

"Yeah, actually, I do. Can we get some fucking tampons and pads in the bathroom, sir? I'm tired of having to do a monthly whip-round."

"And sir, while we're at it," Darren added, lowering his hand.

"I hate to ask AGAIN, but can we have some in the boys' bathrooms, please?"  

"I... I'll have a word with Mr Karlo."