rotten.

Jeffrey walked into my classroom after school today, holding his jaw.

"Do you have any orajel?" he asked me. I asked him what that was. "You know, the stuff you put in your mouth if you got sores or something." he explained. "No, I don't have any of that stuff. What's the matter? You got a cancor sore or something?" He opened his mouth and pointed to a tooth in the back. It was black.

"Oh my god, Jeffrey. What is that?" He told me it was his black tooth. "I chewed through it." he said. "You can't just chew through a tooth!" I told him "That tooth is rotten!"

"I know." he said