The Check-up

Tonya Timmersman
Grade 10
Roseau Community School

My hands grip the plastic slippery arm handles.

The sweat droplets began to form on my forehead.

I can hear the terrifying scream of the drill.

A man walks in with glasses and a white mask.

My mind was racing.

Scream and run, I thought but I couldn't.

Now in my mouth was gross flavored fluoride.

Only one thought was in my mind now, don't swallow.

Finally it's gone, now its time for the pain.

The tension was mounting.

Every muscle was clenched ready for pain.

Just waiting for it, but there was nothing, he was gone.

Was it over? This meant only one thing­

No cavities!