Nova's freewrites.

(( M&F Low, and none of this is really true. It's just a comedy piece on the dentist. ))

Okay so there I was, miss sredferd, walking into the doomsday of today.
Thats would be the dentist's office. Because you know,
you got to go. Even though, the only thing that do is tell you
you don't brush. Then, they send you a brush.....What does that even mean!!??
Really, really, if you don't brush, will sending a brush tempt you to put it in your mouth?
I don't think so, but thats just me. My eyes were suddenly flashed by a camera and I could feel my cornias melt.
It was my sister. "Say cheese!"

"Oh I'll say cheese, you overgrown meat bag!" I thought, but I simply smiled and nodded.
My mother had the unique ability to do things at the wrong time.
She grabbed my cheeks and wiggled them, yes deflated every inch of pride in my entire body.
"Arn't you just so cute!! Getting your teeth done today."
She said, smiling. It must have been some evil plot to make me
Hate humanity or something. My ears picked up the slightest sound of fellow prisoners giggling.
If there were ever so many bored people gathered in one place, it would be called the dentist waiting room.
There were thousands of these mind slaves, flipping through their books and old magazines.
I set down, fearing for my life another cheek-to-hand encounter.
I picked up one of the old magazines and flipped through it.
Now, if a magazine is a month old, WHY BUY IT!!?? Sure you can recap all that
happened last month but it will all be old news. You can't walk up to your best friend
and be like "Hey, the been bag toss was a total success!"
And then, since they've read THIS MONTH's Issue!
They say, "No, it wasn't at all. Dude, you are so behind!"
And what do you have to do, but wait till next month to understand why.
I heard my name being called and my heart melt.
Finally! I started to stand up when my mother jumped to her feet and waved her arms.
"Oh my gosh!" I thought, appoled at my mother's reaction.
"Thats us!!! Yes!! Thanks you!" She called, dragging me over to the dentist's assistent.
She took me to a chair and then laid me back.
Oh how I would have loved to go to a tanning booth instead.
But, no! I was stuck, between a random slave of the dentist and my mother sitting in the corner.
I watched out of the corner of my eye, as the assistant worked on my teeth.
"Hmmm, Placue..." I heard, every second of the time she was cleaning.
"Well, duh! Why do you think I would be here if I didn't have it?"
I thought, waiting as I was being held to the chair.
Or at least it seemed like that, I couldn't just get up and walk away.
I then heard the close sound of a drill and there I thought.
"Who did I brutily maim in the past life to deserve this."
But my thoughts could not be herd, they were drowned by the drill nearing my teeth.
"Just let them rot! I'll eat through a feeding tube!"
I thought, my eyes widening out on the drill.
After the torture, I got up from the chair.
"More brushing, a lot more." The dentsist said.
I smiled and nodded, but really my mind would have gave him a piece or two of my fist.
"Yeah, thats gonna happen." I thought, sarcasm strong in this one.
I walked out of the office and into the small parking lot.
My teeth were just as yellow going in as coming out.
All in all though, I had a nice experience at the dentist.
But, my sister however, I don't think she'll be coming back.
After all, her throwing up in the dentist's office made every
part of this day okay.