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Here is chapter one of my story. Hope you like it!
Chapter 1 The Dentist Office
I rolled my eyes as I felt the stabbing pain of my toothache. Yes I definitely had a cavity. To make matters worse my parents said my tooth would rot out if I didn’t get it fixed. To me, that sounded as fake as the story about the Easter Bunny. I has been eating loads of candy and hadn’t brushed my teeth in a week. Now I had to see Mr. Tooth Head. That’s what I call Mr. Phelps. He’s my dentist. His name is as dull as he is. In fact, he’s so dull he looks dull. What little hair he has is gray. Mr. Phelps has a dorky mustache and huge bags under his eyes as if he hasn’t slept in years! Mr. Phelps is always telling to me to brush after every meal and before I go to bed. To top that off, he wants me to brush for two minutes each time! What a time waster! Mr. Phelps gave me a pink timer so I can be sure that I brushed for two minutes. I hate it because it’s pink. I absolutely despise that color. “Oh darling you love Mr. Phelps.” said my mom. She could tell that I wasn’t happy about seeing him. She always tried to tell me what I loved and what I didn’t. “Besides, they have lots of things to keep you entertained in the waiting room.” Added my dad. My dad didn’t try to tell me what I liked and didn’t like but he was a “look on the bright side” sorta’ person. That’s great and all except for when your “look on the bright side” attitude makes you think something is and it really isn’t. “I object!” I exclaimed. “Truth is, I don’t like Mr. Phelps one bit. He’s too cheesy. They have one Highlighter Magazine in the waiting room. That’s the only entertainment. I’ve read that magazine so many times I could repeat it in my sleep. I HATE THE DENTIST!” “Christina Michelle Hotkins! That is extremely disrespectful!” scolded my dad. “Don’t stop and you’re grounded!” enforced my mom. I looked out the car window frustrated. What was I going to do with my parents? Then I saw it. The dreaded dentist office! It stood towering above me like a prison waiting for me to get locked up inside and never let out. My dad parked the car. My parents got out. “Come on sweetie.” my mom called. I sat still as a statue in fear. How as I to get out of this mess? “Get out of that car this instant!” my dad shouted. My dad had caught on to the “there is no way I’m going in there “ look I had on my face. I still sat frozen. “Don’t make me come over there young lady!” threatened my dad. I still sat. His face flushed four shades of red in anger. He stalked over to the car with long, quick strides, yanked open the car door, and carried me kicking and screaming to the front door of the dentist office. He opened the door to the dentist office and walked in. The door was closing behind us. I had to think fast! Suddenly, I had an idea. As the door closed I desperately grabbed the doorknob as tight as a lady bug clings to car going 90 miles per hour. My parents yanked and pulled at my ankles but I held fast. Finally, the door knob was yanked right out of the door. I was still clutching it as I hit the floor. My dad picked me up so fast I didn’t even have time to blink in surprise. Then before I knew what was happening my dad had slapped me down in that hideous hot pink chair which I had seen so many times I thought I would throw up. Then I saw a sight worse than the dentist office its self. A sight I never wanted to see again. Mr. Phelps!
That's all for now!
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