Getting braces was my worst nightmare. I had dreamt about it for months, and now it was finally going to happen. Some of my friends had braces, and they said you can’t eat caramel. I had woke up nervous and hoping my parents would forget. I was trying everything to elude getting braces. At least I had been able to miss some school!
”Creeeeak” my floorboards knew a terrible event was going to happen.Getting dressed, the feeling was getting worse.
“Do I have to get braces?” I yelled to my mom. “
"Yes you do, I’m not paying 5,000 dollars for my child to back out,” she replied.
“Ugh,” slowly dragged out of my mouth. My mom was not conscientious of how I would feel with metal in my mouth.
I walked down the stairs slowly and said “Can I just go to school instead?” That was the only time ever in my whole entire life I wanted to go to school instead of doing something else. My mother was surprised that I would give in to school. My life would be changed forever and then I had to wear glasses, but that’s another story.What would my friends think of me- would they not want to be my friends any more? Over and over, these thoughts went through my head, making me more nervous. I had packed my book bag, ate my breakfast, brushed my teeth, and now I was ready to take my journey.
We walked to the car, I threw my backpack in. Tears ran down my face slowly, and I turned towards my mom.
“Don’t cry, Gracie. It will be okay,” she said with love in her voice. I turned away and doubted it would. As we were getting closer my mom gave me a foam stress ball in the shape of a hat. I don’t know where she picked it up, it but it helped. When we pulled into the parking lot I felt shivers down my back. We walked inside it smelled like a dentist office but I knew it was a torture chamber.
The assistant came out and said my name I asked if my mom could come with me.She said ”That’s ok we needed her anyway”.The “evil” assistant took me to the orthodontist’s office.The assistant was like igor from frankenstein “yes master” I heard her say in my mind. The orthodontist went on and on about care and health of the braces.Two weeks before they had recorded my teeth, I wasn’t the happiest camper. After the boring meeting with the orthodontist, I had my picture taken in a photo booth.Then it started! They put me in some sort of torture chair. I looked over to the side of me and saw the horrendous tools which would soon enter my mouth.
THE GLUE! The terrible glue, but before they started the glueing they had to fit my crown for the back teeth. It hurt when they were fitting them, like needles against my gum. They had applied glue (yes glue!) to my teeth. Glue does not belong on teeth; it belongs on papers, buttons, art projects, etc. Remember, all this time my mouth was open. They started glueing brackets too my teeth- metal brackets! They told me to wash out my mouth, and I almost puked because of the vile taste of the glue.
After that they started putting wire through the brackets. The wire kept poking me in my cheek.The consolation prize was getting to choose the color of the minute rubberbands. That was it; the terror was over. But then I had to go to school!!!!!!!!