The next morning I got to sleep in a bit but it still seemed so early when dad came in to wake me up at eight. My appointment was at ten. Dad didn't seem to excited about the trip. He barley talked when he woke me up and told me to get dressed.
I decided to dress as normal as I could. I didn't know how my grandfather would react to the way I dressed. I put on a white shirt that said 'all my black shirts were dirty' and pair of blue jeans. I wore my brown jacket and a pair of sneakers. My blue hair was the only thing out of the ordinary.
We took the elevator so there ride wasn't that long at all. I was just surprised by where we arrived it. My grandfather's house was in the middle of no where. I raised an eyebrow as Dad started to walk towards the house.
"Come on," he said when I didn't follow.
I ran to catch up with him. We walked up the short flight of stairs and Dad knocked on the door. Neither one of us said anything as we waited. It seemed like years had passed before the door opened.
A man was standing in the doorway. He had thinning white hair and was wearing a white dentist outfit. He wore latex gloves on both of his hands. He was looking at me with a surprised look.
"I'm Basil," I said extending my hand.
"Yes," he said shaking my hand. "Willy told me all about you on the phone."
"Nice to see you again Dad," Dad said to his father.
"Nice to see you too," he said turning to walk back into the house. "Come on in."
Dad walked in and I followed him. They walked through the house. It seemed they both knew the way. I just turned my head looking about. There were a few picture of a little boy who I figured was my dad.
My grandfather led me into a room that contained a dentist's chair and the wall was covered with newspaper clips. I didn't get a chance to look at them.
"Take off your jacket and have a seat," Grand-daddy said picking up some tools from the table.
I took off my jacket and set it next to the chair. I sat down and closed my eyes. It was always uncomfortable for me to look at the person who was working on my teeth. I know thats weird. I felt the chair reclining.
"Open up," he said. "Let's see what the damage is."
I didn't really want to but I did open my mouth. I felt the sharp tool poking around my mouth.
"I can already see a lot of tar build up," he said. "Do you smoke?"
I nodded and could just see the disapproving look on Dad's face. Smoking was for grownups and there was no way dad would want me to act like a grownup. Pain spread through my mouth when he hit my wisdom teeth.
"Those are going to have to come out," he said removing the tools from my mouth. "And the sooner the better."
"Should do you do it now?" I heard dad asked.
"Yes," he said. "I should do it now and doing it now won't really be a problem."
A wave of nervousness spread through my as Grand-daddy put the gas on my face.
"Don't be nervous," he urged. "Just count back from one hundred."
"One hundred," I said already starting to feel light headed. "Ninety-nine, ninety eight..."
I didn't get any further than that. My world went dark as I feel asleep.