Jenna's+Realistic+Fiction

"I don't want to go to the dentist's," whined Andrew as he reached for the salt and knocked down the pepper. "Why does it have to be this week?" "Because your fused tooth is wiggling and I want Dr. Stelle to take care of it," answered his mom. She reached for the jar of paprika. "And this is my first time making your aunt's baked ziti, so go upstairs and entertain yourself." "Okay," sighed Andrew. "But why am I so scared of doing this thing?" he thought. "It might hurt for a little while, but you'll be able to chew properly again," Mom added. She tossed some zucchini into the pot. "Oh...," said Andrew. He wiggled his fused tooth for the thousandth time that day. Andrew looked into his mirror and took out his toothbrush and Crest-Kids toothpaste. He opened his mouth wide and wiggled his tooth. "Hey, Mommy?" he yelled down the stairs. "There's something black on my tooth!" "Don't panic, don't panic," Mom called. She jogged down the hallway. "Hmmm..." she thought aloud. "Looks like maybe a cavity." "What am I going to do?" Andrew shieked, panicking. "Calm down, Andrew," said Mom. "It won't kill you." The phone rang. Mom frowned as she picked it up. "Hello? Yes. Tomorrow? Oh. Okay." "Can I talk?" interrupted Andrew. "Really! It's important!" "Excuse me. Can Andrew talk to you? Great," said Mom. She handed the telephone to Andrew. Before he could burst out, he heard Dr. Stelle mutter,"His appointment. At 2. Wait. Hello?" "Hi, Dr. Stelle. It's Andrew. I was just thinking..." Mom sighed, "Make it quick. He doesn't have all night." Finally, Andrew hung up saying, "Yes! You're a genius!" "Brush your teeth now," Mom called. "And well!" "Lay still and don't move around too much," instructed Dr. Stelle. He pressed a button and Andrew's chair began moving up. As Andrew laid down and got comfortable, he studied all the tools. The tooth counter, gloves, the brush that whirled in your mouth, the- "WHAT- oh. Gee, Dr. Stelle, you have a really bright light!" cried Andrew, shielding his eyes. "Sorry," replied Dr. Stelle. "Do you want grape, orange, cotton candy, chocolate, or bubble gum toothpaste?" Andrew chose orange. Dr. Stelle fetched a toothbrush and pulled on some gloves. He squeezed some toothpaste out and carefully held Andrew's mouth open with his finger. Brushing gently, he directed,"Close your eyes. Mom's going to be right here." Andrew shivered a little, then shut his eyes for what seemed like an hour. "And your tooth- or should I say teeth, are out!" cried Dr. Stelle triumphantly. "And that 'cavity' was nothing to worry about. It was actually some seaweed. Simon says you can open your eyes now, Andrew."