And now, a drabble inspired by my sudden, unplanned trip to the dentist this afternoon:
Tyler was the smartest boy in his grade and probably the smartest in his whole school. Ever since the first grade, his name and “Harvard” had been mentioned in the same breath more times than his proud parents could keep track of.
And then, the summer before his junior year of high school, a decision was made in small clandestine room that would alter their plans for good.
Tyler cried and begged them not to do it, but his pleas were to no avail—Tyler’s wisdom teeth had to go, and with them went any hope for a bright future.