Week 3 - From the Perspective of a Shoe

#1
I am red. I am immaculate. I am staring outside through the transparent window. I am in the shop which actors, actresses, models and lots of other celebrities visit. I am new. I am the SHOE!
Somebody entered. She was tall and gorgeous woman. Worker greeted her. I could hear their conversation.
″Welcome to our shop.″ said worker.
″Hi, Long time no see, eh? I was in London for a month.″ said beautiful woman, smiling.
″What kind of shoes are you finding?″
Other shoes started to pretend to be prettier. I followed them too. I am new. I just follow.
″Um.. High heels. The bright one.″
Some shoes gave up. However, I pretended to be pretty even more. Worker slowly introduced shoes which fit woman´s criteria.
″Um.. How about this?″
The worker pointed the orange high heel. But I am taller.
″Uh.. nope. not orange today.″
Worker came by right behind me. I pretended to be taller.
″How about this?″
The worker pointed ME. I waited her answer impatiently. ″It´s new. It arrived 3 days ago.″
″I love it. I´ll take it. It´s.. It´s so beautiful.″
Worker smiled. I smiled. The woman smiled.
I found out woman´s name. Emily Harrison. She was such a lovely woman and she´s a supermodel. I am so thrilled. I am now in her dress room. Silver Shelf- with other high heels. However, I looked the prettiest.
″Hi, What´s your name?″ asked purple high heel.
″Me? Uh..″ I stammered.
″Oh, your name should be in order. Shop name, heel length and color.″
″Oh, I am Angela Errian 13cm Red.″
″Angela Errian? Oh! That designer! I am from there too.″
″Oh, Really!″
″I am Angela Errian 12.5cm Purple. Let´s be friends.″
I nodded. Suddenly, Emily took Angela Errian 12.5 purple. I felt exhausted. I want some sleep.
″Hey! 13 red!″
I opened my eyes slowly. I´m still tired - but better than before. I looked around. 12.5 purple was next to me. But.. it wasn´t her. I looked around again. Every shoes were sleeping.
″13 red! Here!″ yelled the voice.
I looked around impatiently. And.. I could discover green sports shoes.
″Hi, 13 red. I am Belon Shoes 2 green.″
″Oh, Hi..″ I answered.
″I just wanted to tell you..Be Careful.″ said 2 green.
″Why..?″
″Do not pretend to be taller at outside. You´re already our mom´s daughter. Since,″
″Mom´s daughter?″ I interrupted her.
″Yes. Emily is our mother of course. And you´re her daughter. So.. Oh, yes.. Since you could harm your mother.″
″...″ I did not answered.
I ignored her.
´She doen´t know anything about high heels.´ I thought.
I closed my eyes again.
I suddenly wake up. I was dangling in mom´s hands. I was excited. 12.5 purple winked at me. I am ready.
It was warm and sunny outside. Because of the bright sunlight, my red color became brighter and prettier. Mom caught yellow taxi in her eye and stopped it.
The taxi arrived at one very high building. Emily quickly went inside it. Then, she stopped at elevator. The floor was so smooth. I liked this feeling. Emily my mother went in to the elevator and clicked button ´6´.
There were lots of tall and pretty women in 6th floor. Their shoes were colorful and tall. I pretended to be prettier and taller again.
″Emily!″
″Oh, Charlotte!″
One tall woman came by. She looked surprise when she saw me.
″Wow. Gorgeous. Is this new? Where did you bought this?″
I felt very proud.
″Uh-huh. Angela Errian.″
″Ooh- I love it.″
″Me too. But.. it´s kinda high.″
Charlotte came to mom´s house. When I saw Emily´s feet, I got surprised a bit. It was kinda red. I suddenly remembered Belon Shoes 2 green´s advice.
´That´s what 2 green was talking about.´
When, I was back to my silver shelter, I could hear Charlotte´s worried voice.
″What happened to your feet. It´s a bit red.″
″I told you. It´s very high.″
Other shoes in dress room sighed and worried. I got embarrased. Mom wore me for 3 weeks in a row vecause.. well I´m pretty and got compliments from her best friend, Charlotte. She had to get remedy. She wore 2 green that day. She looked very comfortable.. even peaceful. I promised to my self I´ll never pretend to be taller, ever. I closed my eyes. ´Sorry Mom.´

#2
I am a pair of shoes. My color was white with green checkmark once, but now, I am very black.I was treated like a brand new cell phone in the past, but now, the person does not care about me. She does not polish me every night like she did few days ago, and she does not care throwing me out to the rainy sidewalks. But, I am not sad. Instead, I am happy that the person treats me like this. It makes me become healthier and feel that I am special shoes for the person.
When I was first thrown out to the rain, I caught a cold. However, the person did not know that I caught a cold and she did not hear the sound of my coughing. Plus, she could not feel a bit of fever of my forehead. Therefore, the person just ignored my sickness and made me run and run and run. At first, it was very hard for me to take a step because my forehead was burning and burning until it reached 38.8 degrees Celsius. However, after few steps, my body felt as if it was a feather. I felt really joyful. Just then, the person halted, took off me, and she arranged me with other shoes she liked and said ″Good night.″ I don´t know if it was her care for me that cured me or if it was the harsh exercise that had cured me, but one thing is clear, that finally, I have a good health and immune system.
The person kept wearing me, whenever she go to school, she wore me, and even when she went to some kind of party, she always took me with her. Because of that, I became very dusty and black so that I could barely see the white and green. Still, this evidence proves my age and my life with the person which makes me feel very unique and special than any other shoes. Even today, the person tooks me from her closet, where she keeps her favorite shoes collection, and wears me to do some exercise. I will get even dustier than now, but still, I am happy. I am pround of myself, and the person who likes me very much. I wish that the person can always wear me anytime anywhere and remember me. Why? Well, I don´t know. But I want to be the number one favorite shoes for her life and be special and be proud, and that´s all!

#3
Girls like to shop, and boys generally don´t. So it´s no wonder that almost no boy would voluntarily go to the discount mall with their mom. Except me.

″Brian, you better hurry up. We´ll miss the free shuttle!″
″O.K,″ I replied. ″That cheapsKate will beg to a begger and eat from the soup kitchen,″ I continued under my breath.
This was the average day of my self-exilement to my mom´s house after my father found a new lifelong cople. Russian-50,000-won-a-bottle Russian Vodca. He devoted himself to it like a person who suffers from an eating disorder treats a hamburger. Very disturbing to watch.

So the Shuttle, a 24-year old stairless junk scrap which wheezed it´s way along Sunny Palm Road, a new English town built by retired U.S soldiers, ran fom 5:45 to 6:10, circled the whole city once, and retreated back to its home. We boarded it (did I mention it didn´t have stairs?) in a well practiced manner which my mom´s yoga instructor would have been proud of. The bus driver, a formal tenant in the U.S marines, greeted us like old friends. We watched the trees go by, or rather street lamps and mailboxes, and we arrived at Hap-e-mart.
Hap-e-mart is not really what it looks like on the outside, where the wall is literally covered with smiley faces. Inside, moms compete for last season´s fashion shoes and 1,000 won toilet paper. The cashier on the far left waes to us. As my mother becomes distracted by the low price tags, I stray closer.

So on the check-out corner is a round and beefish man who looks like those kids who litterally spend half their childhood in the sweets shop, except stretched to hte porportions of an adult. He waves at me again, and I remember that my mom would leave without me on the shuttle rather than catch a taxi. I found her battering the clothing rack for something a)not too scanty b)not too old and c)lower than 10,000 won. She wasn´t really pleased. ″Bob, we´re going back.″
″But I didn´t get to look at the games yet!″ I moaned. ″You never care about me. You always get my name wrong too.″
″Brandon, Bill, Bob Bibbly-Doe-″
″I´m Brian-″
″You can be Bill Gates if you want but get your disobedient-″
″Mam, can you please leave? Your scaring all the other costumers,″ the fat man said. this time, he was holding a few Dieting program flyers and thumbtacks in his hands. How ironic.
″Hmph, I was about to do so anyway,″ my mother said. She walked off towards the cabinets, grabbed a roll of toilet paper, and ran off.
The Candyman gave me a remote, which was hooked to his shoes. He rewired the wires and hooked them to my shoes, and wordlessly and aqwardly danced off. I noticed the pattern was soothing, and I found myself bobbing to the rythym. it was very weird.

I walked back home. occasionally touching the buttonless remote, which I discoverd was touch-padded. I must hace pressed something wrong, because the next thing I knew, I was my own brown, dirty, 2 sizes small 5000 won shoes.

Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Light. Bright Light. Bright. Light. Bright. Shadow. Dark. Dark. Light. Wet. Wet.

That about sums up my experience as a shoe. To explain, shoes can´t see. They can´t do anything but feel the places they are going. Apparently, nonmovimg objects should be called nonmoving objects. They live in a strange manner, feeling light and water with the neutrons around them. So I didn´t see anything at first, not knowing how to ´feel´ the light around me. Then, I began to take in glimpses, a bit of my mother´s new shoes and a bit of her shopping bag. The light was extremely bright, so bright it hurt. Then, I realized that my mother was shining a flshlight in my laces, looking confused at the extremely numerous amount of wires.

Then, just before my mom snappped all the wires with a scary-looking pair of scissors, Oovie, the milamute, snatched me and began sucking on me. that was how I spent the whole day. I went to all that trouble to become a shoe and I spend it taking an extended bath. So after I was human again, I learned two things. I never wanted to wear another pair of shoes again, and dogs really need to brush their teeth.

#4
I was sleeping peacefully, when I heard my human’s light footsteps and his whistling- always the same Russian national anthem(“Da dee, da dee, da dee do da dee”). He was always up and ready to go in the morning- so cheerful. The human, whose name I think is Astra Nut, always jogs a kilometer before he goes to breakfast in the grand hall. Today he was wearing a hooded sweatshirt that said PULL ME UP upside down. He slipped me-a faded old Nike that he bought at the flea market seven years ago- on his foot and jumped up and down a few times before energetically opening the door and jogging down the hallway. I closed my eyes in embarrassment. What if that sleek new leather Puma saw me on the way? It was always looking at me sarcastically. Plus, on top of that, Astra and the Puma’s human were best friends. Great. Puma might pop up any moment Astra turns the corn-
“Ah, there you were, Nike! I almost didn’t recognize you, your black check erased off a little- oh, and by the way, did you notice that your owner looked like he was dancing the polka? Such abrupt jumps, you know, so strange. Oh, and by the way, your laces are loosening. Mine, you see, doesn’t loosen up very easily. This shoelace is specially exported from Germany. Oh, and by the way, did you know I was made by one of the…..” This is usually how it always goes. I ignore Puma; it talks or either taps me on the shoulder. We went out to the field, and despite my upset mood, I began to enjoy the crisp feeling of the dewy grass. Sighing, I let my human carry me on. When I woke from my nap, Astra was already going to the Cosmonaut training center for his training of getting used to non- gravity. There he donned a blue training uniform and went in a plane. I could feel it rise, and then suddenly, with a cry (of warning?) from the trainer, the plane fell. I thought that something was wrong with the plane, but the floating train- wait a minute. Floating? I looked down, and to my surprise, I was off the ground! So this is what they call non- gravity, I thought. Interesting. Guess I wasn’t so unlucky to meet this type of human. Everyone was shouting happily and waving their arms.I was too awed by the nothingness under my foot. Then suddenly, everyone crashed to the floor. People all around me were smiling and patting each other on the back and calling out whoops of triumph. Guess the training went quite well. Getting a little fond of my human for the first time in my life, I turned over a new leaf- I would never feel ashamed of my human, and if that Puma taunts me about my human, I will talk back to him right than and there.
Sure enough, Puma began to tease me about my human’s leg length. “You’re not keeping up with us,” mocked Puma. “Pity your human’s legs are so short.”
I closed my eyed, and breathed in deep, then looked at him straight in the eye. “Well, if YOUR human is so great, how come he never gets any training with the main officials? I even saw you going into the supplementary room.”
Puma turned scarlet. I turned my head. Instead of the delight I imagined I would feel by getting a blow on Puma, there was an uneasy corner nagging at my thought. When I turned to sneak a peek at Puma, he had tears in his eyes. “My human is disqualified.” He murmured. “He can’t hear well, and he disqualified for the health test. The results came out today- and he will be leaving tomorrow. I know you hated me. I’m sorry.”
All I could do was to stare at it. Then I quickly responded. “I’m sorry too.” I got an idea. ″Do you want to shake?″ I asked.
″Shake?″
″Yeah, for truce and friendship.″″Sure.″
And we did.

#5
I am a shoe. I am a soccer shoe. I was born in a Nike factory in China. I am fit for left feet. I was born yestesterday. Here is my history. I was born by a Asian, who is very ugly. Next, I was sent to a dark cave. I didn´t move, but it felt like moving. It was very strange. After few hours, it was stop moving. Yet, I felt I was flying. I slept and here I am. It is end of my history. Now it is feeling like crashing down. I think I am dieing. I closing my eyes. I going to sleep now.
Someone opened my box. He was very ugly and he had a red shirt saying Ji Sung Park. He put me on and ran. I couldn´t believe this ugly guy is my master. There was a stranger on the ugly guy´s other feet. I asked the strager his name. He said he is Friday. My master ran and saw a field of grass that has two goalnet. Around the field there was crowds cheering.
″Man U, Man U, Man U″ said the crowd.
My master ran to the field. Grass felt wet and dry at the same time. It was soft as a feather. It felt like I was in heaven. It was better than flying. The game is starting. My master was playing in right whig. The ball was coming to my master. My master order me to dribble the ball. The ball was harder than a rock. I didn´t wanted to dribble it. However, I needed to do that. Friday and I ran fast as we could and soon we were on the other side of the field. The Friday kicked the ball hard. It was so hard that our master fell down. Anyway, the ball was coming close to a bold guy that was very ugly. The bold guy trapped the ball with his chest and his shoe kicked the ball toward the goalnet. The ball was hitted so hard it was fastest thing I ever seen. The ball went in- wait it hit the goalpost and coming toward me.
My master ordered me to kick the ball. Although I didn´t wanted to kick the ball, I was forced to do it. I gave all my strength and kicked it. The ball was harder than before. It felt like kicking a pure iron. The ball was flying away from the net. I thought that the ball missed the net. The ball was carried by the wind. It was coming toward the net. I lost blanced. My master, Friday, and I fell down to the field of green grass. The keeper of the net used his hand to block my masterpiece. He missed the ball. However, it hit the upper goalpost and as the ball came down. The ball hit the ground across the goalline it was a masterpiece. It WENT IN.
″GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL″ said the crowd.
″Goal from Ji Sung Park, Manchester United is leading Bolton by 1 to 0″ said the announcer.
I felt so happy the goal went in with my move. I was the happiest soccer shoe ever. It was only 5 minutes since the game had started. It was so easy to play soccer. I ran back and forth for 30 minutes straight. I felt very tried. Now rain starting to wet me hard. The bad guy had coming toward the net. I ran toward bad guy very hard. Friday was ordered to takle the Bolton guy. I fell down with Friday. We saved a goal. It hurted to slide down and takle. As I was playing the game, I noticed that my master was the only Asian player in the field. However, there was player swicth between a left midfielder and a Asian player.
″There would be a swicth between Fubris Muamabe and Chung Yong Lee for the team of Bolton.″ said the announcer.
The change was done in 38 minutes after the game started. I saw this guy more than anyone else. Sometimes my master dribbled through him and sometimes he lost the ball to the evil guy called Chung Yong Lee. His shoes were more active than Friday and I. I hated Chung Yong Lee, who is known as evil guy between Friday and me.
When one of our player called MIchael Owen was tring to shoot the half time ended. My master ordered me to go back to the bench. I hated being a shoe of professional soccer player. There is sweats all over him. Moreover, I have to take a shower with sweats. In addition, I have to run and kick with rain all over me. If I was own by a kid. There won´t be any sweats around his feet. I would also not play when it is raining. The half time was ending. All the players were in their postion. Yet, I didn´t understood that the guarding net was different. The rain was stopping.
The second half was starting. The grass felt very slippery and it also feel like quicksand. I hate the surface of the grass. Still I had to deal with it besides I am a soccer shoe. I wanted to score like in the first half. I had to deal with the quick shoes of Chung yong Lee. I ran faster and harder than the frist half.
Friday and I was dribbling the ball to the other side of the field. We passed through our toughest challenge, Chung yong Lee. There was nothing that could stop us. Friday crossed to the bold guy again. He used his head to shoot. It is a go- no the keeper of the net used his head to block heading shot. It was great block, but I didn´t liked it. After the block, an old guy called Giggs have ball. It was good chance to shoot. There was noone blocking him. The keeper of the net fell down to the ground. He shoot, it is a go- no it hit the upper post and flying back toward my master and evil guy. Friday and I ran toward the ball. We all needed was just hitting the ball. However, the evil guy went to the ball first. My master order me to tackle so I did it. I hit the ball. The keeper of the net dive to save the ball. The evil guy tried to stop the ball. The ball is touched by evil guy and save by the keeper of the net. IT IS PENELTY.
The bold guy is ready to shoot. He is shooting right. The keeper of the net went right. The keeper BLOCK the SHOOT. It was a fantastic view. Now it was a corner. Someone, who´s skin color was black, crossed in the corner. I think his name was Anderson. The ball was coming closer to red headed guy. However, a defender from Bolton cuted away. Fortunately, the ball was coming close to me. I used all my strength to shoot the ball. It wasn´t hard as first time I shooted. It was very light.
Ohnoooooooooooooooo. The evil guy stole the ball and dribbling through Friday and me. My master order us to go close to the evil guy. Although we ran toward him, we couldn´t catch up. It was 1 on 1 against the Man U´s keeper of the net. The evil guy scored very easy.
″BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO″said the crowd.
″ Goal by Chung yong Lee, Bolton catched up Man U 1 to 1.″ said the announcer.
It was scored in 78 minutes after starting the game. Everyone in the studium was tired even the crowds. It was no fun at all. There was only 5 minutes left. The bold guy passed to old guy. Old guy was good at dribbling. He went through 2 players and passed to red headed. Red headed passed to Owen. Owen shoots!!!!!!!!!!
It was too weak. It was like a pass to the other team. Actually, it was pass to the other team. The other team was dribbling to other side of the field. Still we have a strong defence. Black and bold guy called Evra stole the ball from other team. He dribbled and passed to my master. He ordered Friday and me to dribble through defence. It was about 87 minutes having teamplay with Friday. Therefore, it was much easlier than first time we dribbled together. I pass to bold guy and my master ordered Friday and me to ran towards the goal post. Meanwhile, bold guy shooted with all his might. The ball was carried by the wind and was coming to me. Friday blocked the ball and I shoot the ball. Friday was very hurt that he fell down. This made my master and I fell to soft grass again. It had scored !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
″OLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH″ said the crowd.
″2nd goal by Ji Sung Park!!!!!!!!!!!!! Manchester takes the lead by 2 to 1!!!!!!!!!!″ exclaimed the announcer.
Even though my master scored he is now going to the hospital. It was all because of powerful bold guy´s shot. The game ended. 2 to 1. It was all scored by me. I love to be a soccer shoe.

#6
I am a shoe - my name is Left - adidas - John. I sleep in a closet, and every morning, my master wears me and goes out with me until the night. This common life for years. One day, my master was very angry because of me and he was stomping all over the pavement when going home. And he stomped on a sharp rock and it made a hole through me and my master´s left foot. Master screamed and I was becoming red by the liquid coming out of the master´s foot. I wasn´t repaired for two weeks. Because my master almost forgot me. After that two weeks, I was repaired I am once bright and shiny again, and my master wore me again. But, I wasn´t lucky enough. Again, an accident happened. A car hit my master. My master went to the hospital on an ambulance. He injured seriously and he was lying on a bed. The doctor said that he has to recover for one month. very disappointed of me His family is now calling me the ´unlucky shoe´ and master almost trashed me, but he didn´t. After six months, he had to wear me because there were no shoes left except me. Yes. I WAS an unlucky shoe. This time, the accident killed my master, and I am now burning in a plane crash. I will explain the thing that happened. My master was returning to his home, saying ″whew! Nothing happened this day with this strange, deadly shoe.″ A plane was flying above our head. Suddenly, I wished that plane cause something to us, and the plane suddenly got on fire and started heading to us in a deadly speed. And it just crashed. Because of me, I killled a lot of people. It is truly a terrible day.

#7
″I am new sandal for Jason. Jason bought me yesterday and he didn´t wear me yet. When Jason brang me into his house´s shoe chest. Yesterday, I met a new friend named Tom and listened to his words so I could learn many thing related to Jason and Jason´s house.
´Ahhhhhh! Oh, no. Please leave me alone. Ahhh, Jason, wake up, wake up!! Stop it, stop it, Ah oh ouch. I said. Warf warf doggy barked. Jason always say that doggy is cute, but not me. Doggies are too noisy. Ha, just be quiet. Oh sorry. But you should be careful too. Little doggies usually attack us. My name is Tom according to Jason, the guy who is little bit a crazy something. He is very enthusiastic somewhat creative, somewhat crazy, very talkative. He likes to talk with me too. He calls me as Tom. I am fancy leather shoe. My friend, John can´t say, so I´m suffocating. Maybe you and I are special because we can talk with each other.´
″Tom said, just like previous paragraph, and actually, I knew I am special.Ha ha. I thought I should be careful against that doggy, because Tom described it to be so realistic. Next, Tom introduced his usual life with Jason.″ ´Today, I woke up and a single doggy annoyed me and Jason woke up too. He dressed up, oh Jason. I am male too, but he must exercize, maybe it is major cause of why he did not have any girlfriends still. He went toard his company, Puma. He always designs something but manager, who´s name is Jessica always bits up Jason, and Jason designs new one again. He repeats it everyday. He made successful design twice or once more, and I think it was last chance that he can receive much recognition from his company.´
″Maybe, Jason is reckless person, but bright. I hoped that he can wear me earlier than he planned. I wanted to listen more about Jason but I was so tired. I slowly fell asleep.″
´Also, Jason likes to enjoy sports, for example, swimming, climbing mountains.. etc. So I think he will... Hey, you! Are you sleeping? Wake up, hey!´
″I could hear Tom´s voice who tried to make me to wake up, but I just ignored him, and I had to. Now, it´s dawn so I think Tom will wake up soon. Then, maybe he can tell more about Jason.″

#8
I am alone in a long long hallway. The half of me is the another side of the hallway. We all know that in 8 a.m., a boy named Alvin will come and get us and stood on us. I think he is the heaviest student in his 6 graders. It is very painful when he run or slides, which he always do. It is only 6 a.m., but I am looking forward to see my friends black-three striped slippers. Of course, I HATE Alvin. He hates me too because I am yellow, he thinks yellow is not for boys. Thats why he colored me black yesterday. The left part of me is in the other far side of the hallway because Alvin was just kicking, and throwing with us. 9 a.m.
Today, Alvin did not showed up. I checked the calendar but is was not Saturday and Sunday, the other students were all here. When Alvin friends were passing, I heard the word, ″Alvin″, car accident″, and ″hospital″. I thought that he was absent because he was in a car accident and because of a serious injury he is in the hospital.I did not miss him at all I was no longer in pain but I was lonely. I was in the corner of the hallway so it was hard to find or see me.
3 months later...
Alvin did not came back. Some say he transpered to another school and some say he died. There was no way to contact his family and the school kept it secret about Alvis absence. The real reason was that he died while the car crash happened. Only his mom was the survivor and she ask the school to forget the event. There was not more Alvin name in the list. I heard the news when teachers were passing by. Even though, I hated him so much, I will never want a person to die. Also, I have to be trapped in a cold hard corner of a hallway. I was alive but my mind were dead. I just wanted to sleep because I had nothing else to do. I wondered what the left slipper was doing. ´Would he be trashed? or ´Would someone had took him?´. ´If he is in the same situation like me, how would he feel? ´ I thought that the highest possiblity is to be trashed by a student. I was able to see some students and teachers but they were not able to see me. 2 weeks later...
I was sleelping and I was dreaming about Alvin being alive. He no longer looked grumpy or a naughty boy. He looked bright and delighted. I felt a warm thing holding me. I woke up and look up. It was a boy! He tooked to his home and I was so excited what would he do to me but he throw to his dark dark closet and shut the door. I found out that his name was Vivian. He was another friend of Alvin. He recognized me that I was Alvin´s slippers. The next day, he took me to the school and showed me to his friends. He and his friends recognized that black color that Alvin drew. They go to their teacher and ask where Alvin moved. She never answer that question. However, they ask their teacher so much that she finally said ″He is not here! He is dead!″ Now would stop ask that stupid question!″ They were all shocked. They never expected that but the thing was that Vivid tried to find out Alvin´s mom address. He finally got it. When he arrived, there was no one so he put the slippers in the mail box. I was felt sorry to Alvin for hating him. When his mom came home, she saw a yellow thing in her mail box. When she opened it, she did not knew what it was but when she was eating dinner, she realized that it was her son´s slipper.

#9
Bip... the TV is on. I see an advertisement I look cairfully. ″ It´s me!! Oh yeah I´m famous.. I´m a star! Everyone wants me! Ha haha″ I shout in joy The commercial ends with my owner smiling. Well , to introduce my self I´m little park the soccer shoes of Ji Sung Park (Big Park) He always treats me like his partner. Today is a big day their will be a match against Chelsea which is one of the biggest match of the year. For ones who don´t know about me and Big Park we play for Manchester United. Right now we are relaxing and getting ready for the match. All the other shoes looks at me with a sad face. One of the shoes says to me ″ You probably think you are special don´t you? We all use to think like that when we were being used. Just wait and see you will oneday sit down like us in this closet and do notting. You will be trashed! Put away like we are ....″ This dosn´t depress me, its just the reality of shoes. This just makes me think must work harder. I hear the sound of the door opening. Big Park takes me out and puts me inside a bag. The darkness make me sleepy. ZZZ~ I fall a sleep. When I wake up and I´m in the soccer field and the match is just about to start. The match starts with everyone shouting and the refree´s whistle. It´s been 20minutes and I haven´t done anything good for the team. Finally the ball comes to me I run away from the other shoes and go towards the goalkeeper. Suddenly a shoe comes in and steps on me″ahhhhh the it hurts″ I shout that this is cheathing but no one cares. The first half ends and the secound half starts. Right away I get the ball I hit the push the ball with my whole streangth but the ball goes far away from goal. As the match goes on the shoes same shoes who cheated keeps pushing me. I finally blow up ″you wanna fight? Bring it on!″ The shoes looks at me with an erigant smile and goes away. The ball runs towards my team mate. He passes it to me, I´m in front of the goalkeepe one on one I get ready to push the ball then bam the shoes from before hits me and Big Park. Both of us faint in pain. I wake up and I´m in a place I don´t now. The last thing I remember is Big Park me falling down and people taking us. I observed my surroundings to find out where I am. Then I hear two man talking.
″ How pour Ji Sung Park was takled by John Terry( A soccer player) and his leg totally broke... ″ ″I know doctors say he might not be able to play soccer in the future. How said″ I don´t say anything since I;m so shocked. My brain seems to not admit this fact. Not getting anymore time to think the one of the mans who talked picks me up and cuts me into many diffrent part. as this is happening I see other shoes that are distroyed and trashed in front of me. I feel no pain since the process finished so quickly. Finally after being cut into diffrent parts little park was trashed. This is how little park died and this is the sad reality of a soccer player´s shoes.