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
touch the roof of her mouth. The monstrosity spanned between her two back molars and left a fun gap between it and the top of her oral cavity that left her with the world’s worst lisp and left tons of leftovers from breakfast, lunch, and dinner up there. Spaghetti was the worst. She had a noodle get stuck on the expander and choked on it. Tears ran track down her face until her could finally stop coughing. Her friends and classmates around her asked what happened. Due to her new, highly unfortunate lisp, she got a new nickname. Instead of saying that her choked on spaghetti, her had an incident with “ssspaghedi”. She never lived that one down. Here’s an upside though. Her colorful smile whose duo of tones changed every six weeks was the envy of the girls with perfect smiles. Her fellow girls complemented her as her handed them an Always pad or some Midol her now had to carry all the time. Of course she had to plan her outfits around the bright colors on her smile bracelet, but she always thought she looked awesome, which is why guys probably never asked her to go to Overnight at the skating rink or black light bowling or anywhere really. She did not care though.
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
orthodontist. As her and her gaggle of girlfriends got cell phones, she got another nickname: The Tower. Since service was bad at the school, she many times had phones shoved into her personal space bubble. They thought her teeth could get signal like a tower if her smiled. Her stopped smiling or never showed her toothy grin. When that stopped bothering her, the boys tried their hand at messing with her metal. They tried to get her outside so she could smile during a thunderstorm. Her were also the Lightning Rod. They didn’t try due because they were scared she would become a walking circuit with her new bra’s wire and her braces wire completing the two ends. She never thought they were very smart. Even though her know they didn’t mean anything mean by it, her know they can’t do it anymore. With one week until her are a freshman in high school, her braceface phase was behind her. Her felt pop after pop as the dental assistant got those annoying cubes off her teeth. A buzzing from the automatic sander came afterward, accompanied with a smell that usually comes from using one of those battery-powered nail buffers, and then the gluing-on of a permanent retainer. (It’s just a wire like what went across her braces glued to the back of her bottom teeth.) Then, it’s time. After doing a final check to make sure her teeth didn’t decay around her braces, the younger and better looking of the family practice hands her a mirror. Her mom had taken pictures of her smile before the removal, and she’s standing there, ready to get the reaction of her first straight smile. It feels weird to her. It’s almost too smooth as her glide her tongue across. Brackets aren’t cutting it anymore. Then, her smile, and her can’t help but giggle a bit. She’s a high schooler now, a high schooler with a stunner of a smile.