My teeth have always been ugly. Genetics, sweets and lenien. In the eighth grade I had a tooth illness, so bad that it was impossible to postpone a visit to the doctor. I took the card in the registry of our clinic and sat and waited. Besides me in front of the office was a very straight and tight girl. We have talked.

- I need to tear my tooth, - said Anja, - I would not go myself, I am very afraid. I promised my parents to go. I can’t do anything, I went and enough.



We jokingly discussed options for jumping out of the window, barricading the door of the office and calling the police for violence against children.



The door of the office opened and the next one was called. My friend unfortunately exhaled and escaped in the office, and five minutes later there were terrible sounds. Very long thunder and thunder. Of course, the fear-burned imagination painted horrifying pictures of violence. And five minutes later, Anya joyfully left the office and whispered: "I was tried to catch, but I did not give up! She’s so fun running around the chair, tired!”



I didn’t believe it, but the doctor had his hand tied. When I grabbed the bandage, the woman explained, “First I tried to escape through the window, then I bitten. “Are you not going to bite?”



I haven’t bitten since then. The doctor promised.