It was absolute torture.

A magnitude of which eclipsed even childbirth. My Jaw clenched in pain, holding back the shrieks of death.

Woe is I, Woe is me.

"And that is why fiber is really important for staying regular," said Mr. Morooka. I couldn't take this anymore.

"Are you making faces Jin," screamed my uncle, "Detention is the least of your worries. I'll have you sleeping outside in a tent. Don't think that you being the new kid gives you any privileges." His giant teeth glared , nearly blinding me.

For the last couple weeks I had been living with Mr. Morooka, cause he was my uncle.

Apparently sleeping with the heiress to a mega corporation was frowned upon when your parents worked directly under them. Slight miscalculation on my part.

And that miscalculation got me shipped off to a new school.

But now I had to worry about piano teeth. He was really poking at me.