The Tooth

By Jack Ashton, aged 9

It is dark in here! I feel dirty and not really that fresh. It smells a bit too. Last night’s food is stuck to me. I definitely need a wash!

It has gone very bright. Daylight at last! It must be morning. All my friends are here with me by my side. All difference shapes and all difference colours. Some even have a silver hat on, I don’t luckily, I don’t suit hats!

I saw myself very quickly in the mirror. I was a funny colour of yellow. I always thought I should be white like all the others.

It is time for a wash, my favourite time of day. I like to have a good scrub with the minty stuff. Not too hard though because it takes off my skin but not too soft because that tickles. Sometimes my scrub is not quite long enough and I still feel a little bit dirty and I don’t feel quite right all day. Other times there is a very strong liquid that washes over me, that stuff is not nice and can burn a little bit.

All my mates are really chatty this morning. This is mostly about what food they will exercise with. Some of my friends like the really tough food. This is usually the bigger guys at the back, they like a good work out. I like the softer foods, you don’t need to do much exercise with these foods before it all goes down the big black hole behind us.

One of my friends is hurting today. They say they have a really bad headache. It hurts more when they have to do a lot of exercise. When you have a headache you see a big long metal thing which prods you. Sometimes you can end up with the silver hat. Sometimes you just have a really good clean and you feel better.

A couple of hours later and I am feeling wobbly. I have never had this feeling before and it is making me feel a bit dizzy and sick! All my friends are trying to keep me from wobbling but it is just getting worse. Every time I exercise with the tough food the wobblier I get and now I have been sick. It is red and it is spreading to my friends.

Oh no, what is happening! I am hanging on by a thread. I can’t keep holding on for much longer. I don’t want to leave, I want to stay with all my friends. Maybe the great big metal stick will help me stay in but I don’t think it will, I am far too wobbly. I feel like I am falling.

I will miss you all my friends. Goodbye.