These Fangs.

Miss Louise Johnston. Must not be married then, can't for the life of me think why. She's about... not much taller than me, long brown hair that's always tied up. I never did get a good look at her teeth... Ironic, isn't it? Maybe she doesn't like hers and that's why she's always looking at mine.

I see her that often, we might as well be married. I think I spent more time with her during the summer than I did with anyone else. She should hang out with me more, we do all of the things my regular friends do: we talk about the weather, my new clothes, her sister, my family, her holidays, my lack of holidays, what I'm doing at school and more about the weather. Every time I went in on a monday that summer, we would have a running joke, that when I walked in to her room and it would suddenly start to pour... Not a comforting thought, but the rain isn't bad weather. When I went along a few weeks ago I forgot to mention the weather... I felt bad. I walked in and she started frantically pointing at the window, "Look! It's sunny!". I wasn't sure if that was a good thing, because everything was okay when it rained, so what would happen when it was beaming? Turns out I'm just supersticious, the weather has nothing to do with anything.

Getting her to stop asking me about myself is like pulling teeth. I guess some people are just happier hearing about you.

She's wonderful. Always greets me with the biggest smile. When I leave, she always says she hopes not to see me for another 6 months, but we both know it won't be more than a month. As for that friend of hers that's always there, having none of her! She never pays attention and constantly makes me feel uncomfortable, I don't even know why Louise keeps her! She's no good. Better off without her.

Miss Louise Johnston in my dentist and I love it when she pulls my teeth out. Gives a whole new meaning to "like pulling teeth".