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I woke up flossing and I couldn't stop. My heart was slamming because my own body was literally moving without me. I instantly ran downstairs for help, flossing the whole way down. My sister looked from watching TV. Bro is not flossing right now. That dance died five years ago. I grabbed my own wrist. Stop. Stop doing that. But it ripped free mid-floss. And that's when I actually got scared. Mom, Dad, I'm being dead ass. Something is wrong with me. I need urgent care. Dad sat down his coffee. We took you to urgent care for that sore throat a few weeks ago. And I'm not paying urgent care prices for a dance. We all know you're just trying to skip school anyway. Mom pinned my arms to my sides and rolled her eyes. I don't know what TikTok trend this is, but it needs to stop. Now, I felt like I was trapped inside my own body. The second she let go, they snapped straight back up and Dad pointed at my last report card. First, you barely passed your summer exams because of some stupid sore throat. And now this, you're grounded. I clenched my fists. And for a second, I was able to force my body into a chair and shoved both of my hands under my butt. But my body stood itself right back up. That's when Dad finally grabbed his keys. Fine, we're going to urgent care. But only so a doctor can tell you to your face, you're faking. I was low-key scared that the doctor wouldn't believe me. But I sprinted to the car as fast as I could while still flossing. When we arrived at the hospital, the waiting room doors slid open and my eyes widened. It was filled with kids from my school. A kid was hitting the gritty by the vending machine. A girl was midwhip and nay-nay. A boy was uncontrollably dabbing. Dad's mouth fell open. The doctor took one look at me. Was he here for a sore throat a few weeks ago? I nodded so hard my neck cracked. Dad's face scrunched up. What does that have to do with anything? It's clear he's faking. The doctor looked at his clipboard. We told you it was strep throat. Did you buy the antibiotics we prescribed? Dad's face drained of color, and he continued. Because when left untreated, it attacks the brain and makes the body dance uncontrollably. It's called St. Vitus' dance, and it's very real. Look it up. I looked around and realized everyone from my class had caught the same thing. Six weeks of antibiotics later, the movements were gone and I flossed to celebrate. So Dad, am I still grounded? Dad rolled his eyes and flost back.