exams.”
“Why?”
Ms. Dawning stood by the locker room passing out cups and paper gowns. As girls streamed in she called out, “First and last names on the sample cups. Come to me once you have changed into your gowns. Place your filled cups on the tray.” She handed Rally and me each a gown and cup and motioned to the markers on the tray.
“What's going on? What kind of sample?” Rally asked.
“Not now, Rally.” Ms. Dawning looked harried. She motioned Rally away.
“Don't you know anything? She means a urine sample.” One of the twins pushed through the crowd.
“Is she right, Lea?” Rally followed me over to the tray and began writing her name on her cup.
“Yeah.” I put the marker down and headed for the locker room. Rally followed. We continued to our usual corner of lockers near the back. Rally was full of nervous chatter and questions.
“Listen,” I told Rally, “I don't know what’s going on, but don't listen to rumors. Ask the doctor as many questions as you like, but don't listen to the other girls. They're just trying to scare you.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you scared?”
I shook my head. “No. Not scared. Nervous. It's okay to be nervous.” I wasn't sure if I was reassuring her or myself.
Ms. Dawning called out to us, “Lea, room six, Rally, room one!” Rally waved to me and headed off in the opposite direction. The floor was cold under my feet. There was a line of three to four girls clutching gowns closed outside every cubicle. I found the cubicle numbered six and stood behind a small quiet girl.
“I heard they are checking us before we hunt because something went wrong this changing,” a girl near the front murmured.
“Wrong!” called out Susie in her know-everything way. “They’re doing experiments on us, so that we become better hunters.”
“Really?” the girl in front of me whispered.
“No.” I spoke softly but sternly. “No one knows why we’re getting examined today, so stop spreading rumors.” I glared at Susie.
“Humph!” Susie turned away from me.
I watched the other girls in the lines. Most were whispering quietly to the girl next to them. Some were staring ahead with anxious expressions. Beth caught my eye. We exchanged nervous glances before the nurse summoned her into the room. My mind wandered to the weekend and what I had promised my mother. My heart was pounding and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I stared ahead and took controlled breaths. If they asked me about my changing, I would have to lie.
Soon, the nurse called my name. I stepped into the little room. A woman with fluffy red hair sat on the stool, scribbling onto a clipboard. She didn't stop writing.
A woman in blue scrubs smiled and patted on the table. “I'm Nurse Molly and this is Dr. Flynn. Let’s get you up on the table.” She helped me up on the table, my back to the door.
Dr. Flynn looked up. “Lea. I'm Dr. Flynn. I'm going to ask you some questions while Molly takes your vitals. Do you know what vitals means?” Her sing song-voice made my stomach turn.
“Of course,” I answered. I was shaking so bad I didn’t know how they didn’t notice.
“It’s okay to be nervous.” She smiled. “After the questions I'm going to examine you.”
“Okay.”
Molly took my temperature and blood pressure. Dr. Flynn looked over her glasses at the paper in front of her. “You're sixteen?”
“Yes. I'll turn seventeen in November.”
“Good, good.” She scribbled something down. “And this was your first changing?”
“Yes.” my heart skipped.
“How long did it last?” Her eyes studied me over her glasses.
“What?” I tried my best to cover my nervousness with confusion.
“Your changing. How long did it last?”
“Oh. Um, a little under two days.” I looked at my knees.
“Lea, is that a guess or an answer?” Dr. Flynn had a hint of impatience in her tone.
“Monday morning. It lasted until Monday morning.” I blurted out.
“Thank you.” She scribbled again. “What do you