garote | 8th grade creative writing: US SHOES ARE ALIVE!

All I remember is there bieng this big flash of light and this loud sound, like thunder. Then I was there. I don't know where I came from, or why, but I'm here, aren't I? Anyway, I'm what you upright people use as a "SHOE".

Don't ask how I wrote this, It's a long story. Right now it's important I tell you that SHOES ARE PEOPLE TOO! Yep, us shoes are alive! We hear from the sound vibrating our sides, and we feel from things hitting our bottoms, and we don't really know how we see, but we do. Anyway, I think I'll tell you my life story.

Most of my life has been pretty boring, first I was tumbling around in this big thing that made a lot of noise, then I fell into a dark space and the hole I fell through was closed up. There was another shoe next to me, but it just sat there. I was banged around some more, and I heard this rumbling sound just before the dark thing I was sitting in started to move real fast.

I had been riding in a "CAR", although then I didn't know it. The car stopped moving, and I was moved around some more, and heard other shoes.

You see, all us shoes are born knowing "Shoe Talk" which is a bunch of sounds too high for you humans to hear, and the first thing in Shoe Talk I heard was from the pair of work shoes the man unloading the car wore. One shoe said, "This guy hasn't lost any weight yet. I'm gonna fall apart if he doesn't."

And then the other said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. You shold try being on this foot. He didn't change his right sock this morning."

Then the first one said, "Oh yeah? There's no sock on his left foot at all!"

I didn't know who was going to stick their feet in me, but I hoped I got luckier than that.

Anyway, I was taken out of the dark place and set on a big, cold, see through thing high up in the air. I looked around, and saw I was in huge room. The first upright-person I saw was this small one looking up at me and happily drooling on the floor. He smiled, and then threw the sucker he was holding at me, but he missed. Then this big upright-person told him "No, no, NO! That's bad, Mikey. Now pick up your sucker and put it in the garbage can!"

I saw Mikey pick up the sucker and then look at it longingly for a while. Then he smiled, wiped it on his pants, and put it in his mouth. Thus contented, he ran off to follow the big person.

I was later taken off the shelf, and then this real wide person crammed his foot into me. It hurt a lot, but I guessed I was going to have to get used to it, because the fat guy who's foot was in me said, "I'll take 'em. They fit great."

Anyway, the rest of this story is great, but I've got to go now. The guy who's typriter I'm using is coming back. Maybe he'll find this and keep it! Oh well, see ya.