The Shoes That Hardly Moved
The first day I got thrown straight across the room, upside down right beside the door, hours had passed. Luckily it was warm inside, door open, curtains open and sun shining through. I guess I will go asleep, until I’m needed. For days, on the ground, all I hear is talking, I have nothing to do. I wish I could go to the beach and relax on a blanket, but that’s a dream the no shoe has accomplished.
Days later, I heard someone come to me, picking me up with his hands, picking me up,, I was frightened, was I going to get thrown across the room again, I thought. But no, I was put onto some socks. I walked outside onto the concrete, closing my mouth so I don’t get stones in my mouth. Walking for what felt days, but It was only 20 minutes. When my owner sat down, I could finally sit down as well. This time I was happy to sit down. Minutes later I heard these other shoes talking, I was so happy, then walked around the corner, I was so happy to talk to these shoes. While the people walked around I started to talk to them, “Can you hear me”, I said. “Of course dude, we’re shoes”, said the other shoes. I was about to burst out into some type of happiness, but I was just bouncing around in my soul. Now I just wanted to make a funny face with my tongue.
As we continued to walk and talk we stopped into McDonald's, while we were hanging off a seat we were talking about how alive we were. After a few minutes there we started to walk over to KFC, we just got outside there and the owner of one shoe didn't want KFC anymore. So we walked down the street even more. The other shoe owner wanted to go into the Salvation army, so me and him walked in there. After a couple of minutes in there, we walked down to this discount store, they brought some stuff with their remaining money. They walked back all the way down to the Warehouse, they spent at least 20 minutes it felt like in there.
Now it's time for the sad part, after they finished in the warehouse, they were about to head home, we said goodbye to each other, and walked in seperate directions. I walked all the way back to my house, through the back of countdown, down some more streets, and walked into a restaurant. He walked and grabbed a drink, now I was hungry, the smell of the cooked food while he was grabbing a drink, I was so happy. But then we walked out and started to walk home. While we walk down the pathway, I see glass, just hoping I don’t step in it, so I tried to avoid it. I was so sad, we were walking across the bridge, I could see the street that I live on. I have no more shoes to talk to.
Lastly, we walked through the door, I yet again got thrown in a corner, and waited for days to be used again. I was only used a few times more, only to go the supermarket 2 times, and walking outside trying to find something to do. But now it's one more day till his holiday is over. I will now not be in a corner, but I will be outside talking to other shoes!
Liam W
We are learning to: write a recount about where our shoes went in the holidays. Also adding a title at the top, and an orientation paragraph that has who, what, where, when and why. Then the events that describe one topic per paragraph and are in the order they happened . Lastly an ending paragraph that describes the passing of time and evaluating the rest of it that it is the conclusion.
