Braces

For months, I've been begging my parents to get me braces. I really wanted to get my teeth aligned properly already. I didn't want to graduate with braces or with bad teeth let alone make it to college. I wanted to get this over with as quickly and as early as possible. My mom agreed with me to an extent. She, too, wanted me to go to college with good teeth. The problem was that my sister has teeth that are way worse than mine. They were decided that her teeth was the priority. It's a good thing I got into my parents conscience. I kept telling them how unfair it would for my younger sister to get braces before I do. It would be so unfair for her to graduate with perfect teeth while I would go to college with bad ones. They decided that we would get braces at the same time.
My big brother already had braces. He didn't seem to feel pain when he had them. His appetite didn't even lessen the slightest bit. So I thought that I would be able to handle the pain just as well as he did. I was wrong. I had braces on Friday, a day before the fiesta in Maragondon. I already promised my classmates that I will go. My problem was eating. After getting the braces, I couldn't chew. My teeth hurt whenever they were moved. The date I had them was probably the worst date to get braces. When it's fiesta, off course we will eat. And as expected, most of the food tasted great. Everyone else with me had a stomach ache because they were so full while mine ached because of hunger and jealousy. They loved the food so much while I get to eat only tiny pieces of food because those didn't need to be chewed. It was such a bad choice of day to get braces.