surgery in my dads’ car, and the rain was beating down like a million bombs exploding on the window. We pulled up at the dentist surgery my stomach fluttered it felt like a volcano ready to erupt in my stomach. I walked into the waiting room and the aroma of antiseptic smell mixed with bleach gripped my nostrils. I sat in the waiting room with a colossal table in the middle full of dental magazines. In the glass cupboard there was toothpaste and toothbrushes on offer. It was a dim room with just two measly lights on the wall, that ...
