"My, my. What tiny teeth you have!"

i remember a time where i hated my teeth. i thought that my mouth was a zoo for everyone to p0nder upon. i also remember a time when some stupid bitch refered to me as "the girl with the gross teeth.". yeah well guess what bitch? i got braces. SUCK ON THAT. yeah, it was a stressful day. i wake up at 6:45 this morning, staring at my messy floor with my heart beating out of my chest. holy fucking shit. was i really going through with this? YES, i answered myself in a way that could probably get me a sure spot in the mental institution. now, the thing that amazes me is how someone who is in love with sleeping can wake up so early for a 9:00 apointment. dumb ass. anyway, i jumped out of bed and looked at the mirror. my hair was starting to wave at the ends (despite my attempt to straighten it last night), and my makeup was slightly smudged. i restraightened it, applied more makeup, and sat on the couch like a nervous wreck waiting for someone to wake up and start a decent conversation with me so i could calm down a bit. well, i was obviously stupid to wish for a cheerful conversation in my fucked up household. my mom comes in the family room, feet dragging behind her, and that "im so tired i dont even know what's going on" look on her face. she swings around to see me on the couch staring at her. before i could even say good morning, i get the usual,"what the fuck are you doing up this early? who the hell wants to see your face at this time?". oh, not only did my anger fire in an instant, but my mouth did too. "actually mom, i was too nervous to sleep so i got up hoping for some comfort from my loving mom. but i guess i was wrong. oh, and by the way, at least i attempt to look good in the moring, unlike your ass breathed self.". i guess you know what came next. SLAP! right across the fucking face. whatever. i am honestly used to her pathetic attempts to make me even more miserable. but sadly for her, it doesnt work anymore. so, i shook it off, got dressed, and volunteered to walk my brother to his bus stop. he was more than delighted when he found out his big sister was going to be taking him. he ran out of the house with huge leaps, smiling happily as i tried desperatley to keep up. he is such a tiny little fellow, and also a very cute one with his blonde hair and big blue eyes. he can be annoying at times, but all in all i love him. anyway, after that my dad had already arrived and i proceeded up the driveway and into his car. when he finally found the damn place, my stomach was even worse than in the morning. when they called my name, i almost puked. i walked slowly in the room, everything passing me in a blurry haze, and the only thing focused was the small table attached to the chair. the chair i'd be getting braces in, the table attatched to the chair, and the sharp objects on the table were all waiting for me. fuck. im totally screwed. what the hell is that hook thing? they better not put that near my face. the dentist interrupted my thoughts when he told me to sit down. at first, i was nervous. but after he shoved those metal things into my gums, i hardly cared anymore. i sat there patiently, waiting to see the ending product. when they were done, i was handed a color palet of bands for my mouth. i picked the glow in the dark green ones. by the way, they actually glow! anyway, after that, i was handed a mirror. my biggest mistake was looking into it. my "grill" was even more jacked up than it was before. not only do i have a space, i now have a mouth full of metal. i refused to talk after that. when we left, we went to wendy's. youd think i wouldnt be able to bite into a half pound of greasy meat, but i managed. the rest of my day was spent going to the doctors, flossing, brushing, and obsessively looking in the mirror. i honestly dont look too bad; or maybe i'm just used to it.