Like my sister-acting friend, I also got braces. While the dentist was putting my braces on, memories of why I hate dentists came flashing back to me. I remember when I was little. I wished to be a dentist but I decided against it because maybe a lot of people might be mentally planning my death while I do whatever dentists do to people's teeth.
The next day after my braces were 'installed', I only had a juice box in school. For the six hours in school, I only had a juice box. I think that was the worst eating day of my life.
The weekend passed by shortly and it was Sunday again. Which means I'll be seeing my classmates eat anything and everything they want and get obese. My braces don't hurt that much anymore. So the pain was like only 20%. I thought that it was going to be a normal eating day again. The keyword there is thought. Choco, was I wrong. Our teacher rearranged our seats and I got seated to my eating rival, KED. KED is really composed of his initials so that no one will know about our eating contests.
During our recess, KED so many food that are hard for me too eat. Including break, turon, and caramel toffee. Not to mention that he was eating his fried chicken leg rather loudly and hungrily. After a while, I was proven that karma was true since he ran out of money from buying too much food from the canteen.