Metal Mouth Descriptive Writing

Oh thank the Lord above! It was finally over. Getting those colorful and very annoying little squares off her choppers means a new age for her! No more of the dumb nicknames. No more Railroad Tracks, Steel Smile, or Metal Mouth. Those idiots in her class can’t call her that anymore. Three years of being slave to the orthodontists’ antics. Three years of middle school finally behind her. Three years making the most awkward era of her life are in the past. People say that going through puberty sucks, but she had it worse than most. She had a hell of an experience. About the time she had her first period, she had something called The Expander put in her mouth. What it did was have her screaming in pain as that bridge of death tried to stretch the roof of her mouth because her mouth was too small. It didn’t actually
She had her girls who loved her color coordinated outfit/braces combo. They loved her smile. Well, that was until the bands came in. They gagged as her had to attach the bands of neon yellow, pink, orange, or green across her teeth, little pegs that aggravated her gums being the only thing keeping them in place. She had to put her hands in her mouth every time she wanted to eat or sing the school’s show choir. (They snapped if she didn’t remove them for choir class, and it hurt like hell when they did.) She learned to find some place secluded to remove or replace new bands from the little sandwich bag containing hundreds. A teacher sent her to the principal’s office because her were trying to replace the bands stretching from the canines at the very top of her gums to two of her bottom molars. Her were in the bathroom with her hand in her mouth, enough said. She had to show the principal everything about the process. He had a magnifying glass, making sure the pegs were really there, and looked at the band as if they were smuggled drugs. She even had to demonstrate how she put them on. He still called her mom…and her