The next day, my tooth was still hurting me.

"Is Mary Anne alright?" Sharon asked my father.

"Half of her tooth broke off last night," Dad told her.

"That doesn't sound too good," Sharon almost gasped.

"I'm going to bring her to the dentist first thing this morning," Dad told her. "I already called for an appointment and they can fit her in."

"Oh, good. My tooth's really hurting me and it's making me nauseous," I said.

I got up to get water to ease the pain.

Later, at the dentist's office, the dentist checked my tooth and said, "Yep. Half of it is broken. I'll have to pull the rest of the other half out right now."

"Is it going to hurt?" I asked.

"Just a little, it won't take that long," The dentist told me. "I promise to be gentle. I just need to put in the novocaine first. It's an injection that helps you not feel a thing. "

"Okay," I mumbled, looking down.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes while he gave me nova cane. It didn't even hurt when he took it out. The next thing I knew, it was all done.

"All done, dear," I heard the dentist telling me.

"I'm glad the injection works," I said brightly.

"And, it works every time. I'm going to excuse you from school for today and tomorrow so you can recover because your mouth will ache," the dentist told me.

"Okay, thank you," I said to him, trotting out to where Dad was waiting for me.

"How did it go?" Dad wanted to know.

"It took two seconds to come out. He gave me the novocaine injection so I didn't feel anything. It didn't hurt at all. The dentist is going to excuse me from school for two days, starting today so I can recover in case of toothaches," I told Dad.

"Okay. I'm off today, so I'll be home with you," Dad reminded me. "I'll call the school and let them know when we get home."

At home, I was on the couch watching TV. Dad called the school right after we came back home. Good thing I was excused from school because my mouth was in a lot of pain.

"Do we have anything for the pain? It's bothering me," I complained to Dad.

"I'll go check, honey," Dad said sympathetically, going into the bathroom to try and find some paracetamol.

"I never had a toothache or mouth pain in my whole life," I called to him.

Dad came back down with an Advil and I took it, swallowing it down with water. It was helping me so far. I'm glad the tooth was pulled out because I was in agony.