~Chapter six~

A/N: This is a diary entry . . .I know, big change, but I thought it'd be easier to express Mallory's feelings this way. And I'm making up a date; so if it's wrong, don't remind me. If I happen to make the date on a public holiday or something, please excuse me because I'm not familiar with the American customs. Anyway, on to the story:

May 9th

Dear Diary,

It's me, Mallory. Wait, it isn't Mallory. It's Metal Mouth Mallory. Yes, you've guessed it. That's my new name. Given to me by horrid Benny Ott because of my mouth full of metal, as he calls it, or more precisely, braces. Horrid braces.

Now all I have to do is walk past someone, particularly a boy, and "Hi, Metal Mouth Mallory!" I will hear.

I don't understand why I have such crooked teeth. Is it because in my past life I was an orthodontist, and God wanted me to get a taste of wearing braces? Nah.

I hate boys. All they know how to do is to make fun of people, in particular girls, shoot rubber bands, spitballs and paper airplanes round the classroom. Actually, I dislike everyone in the school with the exception of the BSC.

You know what? One of the only people in my grade who did not laugh or make fun of me was none other than Jessi Ramsey.

I guess it's because she's a black and knows what it's like to be laughed at or made fun of. She says I look "cool" and "mature". Really? Well, that was somewhat like what Mrs. Newton and Jamie had said when I went to baby-sit for Jaime last night. So, err, what exactly are braces to the world?

Well, one things for sure though, it's 10.00(A/N: If I remember correctly that's Mal's bedtime.), in other words, bedtime. I'll write more about the many torture Mallory days to come.

Metal Mouth Mallory

~End~

All the reviews I've received so far make it quite clear I'll be using my brother's experience. However, the debate is still on, so keep the reviews with your views in it rolling in!

In answer to some of your reviews . . .

SUNNYEXISTENCE hopes that my braces don't hurt, but for one thing, they hurt like hell for the first week or two, and you get lots of ulcers!

Jaded Rose, do you realize that when you put " . . ." without spacing, it comes out as "."? That's why 'te . . .' came out as " te.". Actually, I should have written: "I was going to pull out two of my precious te.

" Ow!" I cried, as the needle slipped under my flesh, interrupting my thoughts."

Option 3 rules said I could research on the removing of braces, but I don't quite think that's possible if you're thinking via internet, but perhaps it can be done via my orthodontist . . .

Lots of reviewers asked me to keep writing, so I assure you I'll do that *grins*.

Thanks for the reviews, good and bad!