FREAK!
They walk over to you and look at you as if you're a freak.
"Wait!" you think to yourself. "I am a freak! I've
got to big canine teeth sticking out the front of my face! I
shouldn't have run away from home and apologized to my mother like any
responsible person would do."
They carry you over to a table covered with blood stains and alongside
it is a tray with sharp tools.
You feel your new teeth and are overwhelmed with panic because they're
huge. This must have something to do with the project they were
talking about. Nick and the other man are off in a corner talking
quickly and quietly. You assume that they're arguing because of
they're body language and face expressions. You quickly conclude that
they're talking about you because they occasionally glance at you.
