Shoes
I live in the front window of the shoe shop. I am quite shiny and am the color green. One day a kid came into the shop and picked me up. He brought me to the front desk and handed the man green paper and then he took me from the shop. He put me in a dark place and I saw him open the door to the car. He sat with his mom and not me and that made me feel sad. I started to cry. The boy said “hey ma,I hear somethin, do you.” “I think I might.” “then stop the car. It’s in the trunk, whatever it is.” The boy got out and opened the trunk. The boy had a cap on. He took it off his head,threw it and yelled: “the shoe, it’s alive!” He took a ball of cotton from his pocket and shoved it in me. I could no longer yell. When we arrived at a large triangle that was gray. We went in it. He put me in what I believe is called a closet. I stayed there for days. Then one day the kid took me out and put me on. He was stinky!!! We went outside and into the woods. The sticks hurt me. I saw a tree house. We went in it. Then he said “ya know, I ain’t like ya much.” he threw me out the window. I fell to the forest floor. I lay there a few days when a new boy came by. Yay new shoes. He picked me up and brought me to a green triangle.
He put me on and we walked to a car. We drove to the market. Then we went to a restaurant. It smelled good.when this boy got rid of me i was satisfied with my 36 year life as a shoe. I was brought to the dump,but the kid never forgot me.My brother pair of shoes had a different life. He was sparkly and blue. He was used every day for at least 8 hours. He was 11 when he went to the dump.
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