So I’m walking into one of my buildings at college with my best friend from middle school (Who I haven’t talked to since then) and I feel something in my mouth. I take it out and look at it and its one of my teeth that broke off from the root. The only difference is it has holes and there’s dirt in it. I run into the bathroom of the 3rd floor of the building (In real life there is no 3rd floor) and wash my tooth off and ask my friend if I can take it to the dentist so he can re-attach it. She said that I should just throw it out, its no big deal, they just make you new teeth at the dentist anyways. So I go to the dentist and ask him to make me a new tooth and he asks for the old one and I tell him I don’t have it. He says that he can’t make me a new tooth without the old one to model it off of. I go home and cry because I’m going to be made fun of for missing a tooth.
So I woke up and checked all of my teeth completely paranoid that I was gonna be missing one.