popcornchiken
my mother, on my eleventh birthday gave me my first ever bit of money, she had given me a silver dollar. though it didn't give me much to spend, it was still nice to have for my birthday.
My mother pulled up to the dentist office. Parking her car she gazed from the side of the window to take a peek at my reflection. "Come on, it won't be that bad" She puffed
I gave quick sigh of discontent, looking down at the unfinished patches of silk, "Screwed up once again . . " I groan whilst pushing the ruined ' cloth ' away from me.