Jenny

They teased her in class. She was odd. They teased her and she would whistle and look up at the ceiling and her eyes would get a little watery. Her mother was my dental hygienist and when she'd get me in the chair she would ask me why she never saw me around anymore. Why don't you give Jenny a call and my mouth filled up with her latex fingers and cotton wads. She would scrape my gums bloody. I would mutter and nod, head back in the chair and my eyes would get a little watery as I looked up at the ceiling and at her red lipstick and dyed black hair.