Name: Kelby
Date
Shoe Essay - My Life as a shoe
I hate the way Timmy jerked me on in the morning, tugging and pulling and yanking. For him it was a routine but to me it was a morning torture session. Timmy got me for his 9th birthday. Aunt Mary gave me to him. I am red because it is Timmy’s favorite color.
He wore me to school every day. Timmy was not the nicest kid or the sharpest tool in the shed. After the bell rang I normally did my job but today oh well today I was just fed up with Timmy so I tripped him.
After school Timmy’s mom took me and Timmy to the beach. I have never gone to the beach so far. I have heard that it is a wonderful place where kids play in the sand but for a shoe it was a nightmare. The sand seeped into me. It got in all the nooks and crannies of a shoe and not to mention the tar. It got stuck on me and made a thick layer on the bottom of my sole. Timmy tossed me to his mother as usual. I landed about a yard away from her. So I was left alone in the hot sand. Wait a minute! It was very hot sand and it started to melt into me! Just in time Timmy's mom scooped me up.
Just to remind you I am a shoe and shoes step in pretty nasty things. One day me and Timmy went on a walk. Timmy stepped on dog poop! It was awful! It smelled like all nasty things combined. Wait a sec! Timmy started to slip and down he went. Struggling on his way down SPLAT! Timmy got up and went home. When he got home he slipped me off his feet and wiped me off and threw me in the shoe bin.
So I guess we are coming to the end of the story. You might be wondering why I am ending the story. I am stopping because It is really hard to type as a shoe. I have to be very careful of what letter I type. Like seriously I am a shoe! Have you ever heard of a typing shoe?
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