By: Kathryn DeCata

The Life of My Shoe . . .

 

            Now I will take you to the beginning , where it all started. From my childhood, to where I am today. This is the story of Amelia the shoe.

 

            It all began on a little island far, far,  from here. Where I was no more than a  slab of leather. Once I was in the hands of a faithful seamstress, I was soon made into a very sporty, and hip running shoe. My stitches were the best anyone had seen. I knew you could always count on a faithful women to do the job right! Now that I was hole, I was soon deported, with many other shoes of my style. The trip overseas seemed endless. When we finally reached land, I was immediately taken and stuffed into a small box with some sort of paper, and another shoe. Then put into storage where I spent many days amusing myself with my shoelaces. After waiting for about forever, I was put out onto display where many people observed me and tried me on for size. This was much better than sitting in a box, with some other shoe that tells corny jokes all day! But trust me living the life wasn’t all that fun. Think about it, having all of those strangers putting their smelly feet into you!

 

            Well one day while sticking to my normal routine, on the shelf, an unusual man was eyeing me. He looked quite nervous for some reason. I felt very uncomfortable, for a second, then out of the blue he took me a stuffed me into his pocket. It was unbelievable! No one even saw him. He did the exact same thing with another shoe on display. Then when he had two shoes, he took off. He put me and the other shoe on his feet. Then got into a black car.

 

            I found out that he was a robber! He traveled all over the world robbing banks. And so far he hasn’t been caught! He is wanted by many cities, and is one of America’s Most Wanted! Surprisingly the next couple of months were very exciting. Being on the run all of the time! And all of the great sight seeing. I’ve been to all ends of the world!

 

            Until one day when he was robbing a small bank in Toronto, Ontario the alarm was set of. The front doors began to close, he squeezed out just in time but my shoelace got caught in the door! He began to hear sirens, the police were on their way. As desperate as he was to not get caught, he left me and ran for his life! When the police arrived at the scene, they knew he had already escaped. But they had noticed me stuck in the doors. I was put into a evidence locker for about three months. I guess I was no use to the police, because I was given to a local goodwill soon after.

 

            Life at goodwill wasn’t that bad. I found that the people who visited it were very polite, and friendly. And very quickly a kind young girl, who only needed one shoe, purchased me. She used me for a class art project. I was soon created into a very unique piece of art, and put out onto display where many students admired me.

 

            So my life as a shoe, wasn’t that bad. I traveled all across the world, meeting new people everyday, and learning from new experiences every day! I wouldn’t have traded it for anything!

 

The End

 

 

 

 

           

 

           

 

           

 

 

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