The Dental Student

The Dental Student

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My professor looked around the lecture hall, trying to find his next victim to sit in the horrendous dental chair, in the front of the classroom, surrounded by everybody. I looked away and around the room, hoping he wouldn't pick on me. "Ms. Samuels, would you mind joining me?" My professor asked as he locked eyes with me. I was about to have my biggest fear shown to all my classmates, as my professor checks my horrid teeth in front of everybody, revealing a cavity that I've been able to conceal for a month now. My worst nightmare ever imagined....
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"He looked at me, leaning in, his breath more rancid than the smell of death itself. In his mouth he didn't possess the razor-sharp, clean teeth that would glow a ghostly white in the darkness. Instead, his teeth were disgusting. They were yellow, broken, and cracked. One of them was almost completely gone, and his bloody gums were starting to grow over it. He had a large overbite due to the jaw line of his bird-like face, his upper teeth digging bloody holes into his lower gums. It looked excruciating, but I could see in his eyes that he enjoyed the pain he received, thrived off of it. He cracked a smile at me, like greeting an old friend. We made eye contact while he stared down at me, his hollowed out eyes like soul-sucking pits dragging me in deeper until I disappear. A pit formed in my stomach as a chill ran down my spine. I couldn't help but picture him digging into a human excitedly, his teeth cracking on the bones of his meal as he enjoyed each, single part. My throat became dry; my tongue felt like sandpaper scraping against the top of my mouth. My mind became fuzzy. I had no chance of survival against this, this thing, and It was toying with me. It seemed to see the fear in my eyes and laughed, the metal sounding voice screeching like nails on a chalkboard. " -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- A quick note from the author: This was written as an 8th grade project. I'll probably end up rewriting it for some kind of Halloween thing.

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