Friday, 20 March 2009
09:38:53 PM (GMT)
"Past the salt Fench face!"
I gritted my teeth. Aw gawd. Not my braces again! I glared at MY noob brother and
pour the entire salt from the salt shaker. And smiled sarcastically. He punched my
arm. I kicked his leg. He slapped across my face. I was ready to give him the punch I
gave him last easter. He lost yeah, A LOT of blood. Dad stopped the fight by
announcing sport news or whatever. Since my brother was a damn jock he flooded the
conversation. Mom was scooping mounds of salt off Dylan's plate. She told me not to
do it again. I felt my braces twitch. I pushed it up. Be Embraced to have braces.
mom's echo from yesterday fled into my mind. I thought embraced might mean
proud. Fat chance! If I were the creator of the word Embraced. I would cross out the
EM in EMbraced. So it be braced.
That's what I feel like.
At school. Everyone was teasing me. My friend Demi noticed them a said
"Braces? Ew." She detected it from like two or three blocks away.
Sometimes I think she has eye vision or whatchamacallit. My teacher Mrs. Wong, said
"Braces? Jenette! what color is that?"
"Raspberry red." I would mumble.
But I have a reason of calling it that. I was at Groovy Smoothies. With a couple of
friends. And drinking the new flavor. Raspberry Twist. My crush, Danny, double dared
me to try the new flavor. I did, It tasted pretty good. But the flesh or skin got
stuck to my braces. So I was tasting it for weeks.
Like mom said.
I don't feel "Embraced to be Braced" or whatever.