Milestone Moment- Object

     It was a sunny and gorgeous summer morning when it was time to recieve these braces I have. With pumped up energy ever since the day my mom called the orthodontist to say I need braces, it was the time. To make sure I was ready I scrubbed my white and shiny teeth, flossed out all left over food, then rinsed with mint flavored Listerine. After exceeding all expectations, I found myself ready.
     When I was finally in the office, a number of examinations attacked my face with shots of cameras, and paper work piled for my parent. After never-ending seconds of minutes passed, I was in the almighty chair where braces where swarming in the mist of the air just ready to stick to my helpless Timmy-Turner kind of teeth. Every second I worried that their mechanic tools of probably destruction would puncture my soft and squishy mouth. Drilling wires into my teeth, gave me a sign there was no turning back.
     Adrenaline and nervousness filled my body while they asked me "What kind of color braces do you want." If they messed up for an unknown reason, at least I would die with exciting and elated emotions in my blood cells. I told them I wanted blue colored braces, sort of an ocean color. For most of the time, I watched the Adam Sandler classic, Bedtime Stories, while my dentist was inserting the blue braces into the wires that were located in my teeth. After a numerous amount of minutes flew by, they checked for any flaws. They told me to wash up in the near bathroom when thay were done. Happy as a squirrel with nuts, I returned to the chair. It was all over.

     I came back home later on to see the new braces, didn't agree with my old teeth. Aching as if I was mauled by a vicious bear, I went to a deep sleep. After each appointment, pain filled my bloodstream, but it was all worth to get perfect teeth.