[I never finished this one, either.]

No matter who it is, the thought of having metal slapped on your teeth for months sounds less than appealing. Tansy Plaskett, of course, never had perfect teeth. She was plagued with an overbite, which had a habit of poking out of her mouth at different times, giving her the appearance of a confused rabbit. Obviously, they needed fixing.

So when she arrived at school on a Monday morning with a row of braces stretched across her mouth, she attracted some attention.

The people who always stood near the front of the gate were the first to notice. They watched her as she grinned a hello to them. Tansy was never one to be self-conscious, about her face especially. Besides, braces weren’t her enemy – they were a tool to fix her, so it was double the fun, as she put it.

It wasn’t long before she made her way to the library.

“Miss Lilac!” she called, earning a “shush” from two people. Lilac Vulbar looked up from her novel.

“Goodmorning, Ta-” she stopped short. “Well, it appears you got braces.”

“Yeah!” she pulled her lips apart with her hands to show them off.

“Those will fix your teeth for sure. How long will you have them?”

“The orthodontist lady said a year,” she released her mouth. “That’s only 52 weeks!”

“Indeed,” she patted the spot beside her.

“Oh, I can’t,” Tansy waved her hands. “I’m gonna go show-”

“Oh, him,” Lilac’s usual calm expression showed hints of distaste. “Well, have fun.”

With a final wave, Tansy skipped off. And promptly crashed into someone.

Both girls fell to the ground, landing on their behinds. They quickly reached to hold down their skirts by reflex, and sat up.

“Sorry ’bout that,” Tansy was quick to apologise.

“Yeah,” the other girl agreed. “You freakin’ will be.”

That didn’t seem like the usual response. It took Tansy a second to process exactly who was talking. It was her accent that gave her away, mostly.

Jeanne Lunastone grunted as she adjusted the patch covering her left eye. No one knew why she wore it. Anyone who asked was told something different.

“Acid flew into my eye during Science,” was one.

“I made a bird angry,” was another.

She wasn’t a very kind girl, either. Spat a lot, swore at teachers, and was generally just… angry. Tansy tried to stay out of her way most of the time. Whoops.

“It was an accident!” she quickly stood up. “Are you okay?”

She offered her a hand, which Jeanne quickly smacked away.

“Save it,” she stood up on her own. She was at least a head taller than Tansy. “I don’t have time for- braces?”

Tansy pointed at her mouth and nodded slowly. “Brand new. Getting them off in 51 weeks and six days.”


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