Grace was the sweetest girl. Every time she smiled, and she did smile a lot, you could see her pink braces. Grace thought it was cool to wear braces. Hers were nice and shiny. Peter thought braces were stupid and started picking on Grace. The more Peter nagged Grace, the less she smiled. One day, Peter got into a fight and lost. Grace was the only one to go to him. She curled her hand inside the sleeve of her pink jacket and cleaned the blood off of his nose. Peter smiled. She did too. Braces aren’t that bad, thought Peter.
(text written with a prompt word of the 100 Word Stories Weekly Challenge, unpublished there)