~Billy's POV~
Sam had been tending to his finger for a while now. He stared deep into the running tap water, looking angry and bewildered. I felt semi guilty, yet full of rage. Thoughts rushed across my head, and I pondered deeply to myself. Yet, I quicky zoomed back into the zone when I heard the tap being turned off. I glanced over to the sink to see my brother walking in my direction snapping on yet another pair of gloves. He glared deep into my soul which put me on edge.
"So you don't want braces it seems?" Sam sarcasticly asked.
I rapidly shook my head back and forth gesturing 'no', with my scruffy hair swaying left and right.
Sam rolled his eyes, sighing as he does.
"Well, we'll talk about this another time. Yet, for now, i'll take moulds of your teeth incase I end up winning you over. All I want is to help you Billy."
"Firstly, you could help me by getting me out of these straps, pal!" I understood my tone was rude and uncalled for, but that was the least of my worries right now.
To my surpise, Sam obeyed me! He began undoing the straps to set me free from this horrible torment. Freedom! At last! Man it felt good...
"Thanks bro!" I smiled, giving my brother knuckles. "I'm sorry i'm such a pain in the ass, it's just not easy having a brother as a dentist."
Sam sat beside me on his stool...
"I understand that Billy, all I want is to help you though, you understand right?"
I nodded my head gently.
"Okay big man, let's take these moulds of your teeth and you'll be done for the day!"
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My Brother, The Dentist
General Fiction*THE ORIGINAL STORY* Billy's brother is a dentist... Meet Billy, a thirteen year old regular kid who's parents passed away in a dreadful car crash. But how does he end up coping with a brother for a dentist?
