Wacky Shoes By: Gianna Orten

Emma Hodgins, Fall Editor

It was about 10 years ago, I was on my way to meet my 5 best friends. As I was walking past the thrift shop I saw the most extraordinary thing ever. It was a pair of sparkly gemstone cheer shoes. I stared into the glass, pressing my chubby nose against it. I felt the cold crystal clear glass on my smooth, soft face. I was just staring and staring.
All of a sudden, the owner knocked on the glass and asked, “Are you going to buy something or not?”rudely. I was so flabbergasted, and disgusted that she would have even talked to a customer like that. However, I went into the store anyway, and asked how much the shoes were. She looked at me and said, “You think you can afford shoes like that?”and laughed at me.

“Do you know who you’re talking too?” “I shout at her,

“No” the owner said with a undeniable attitude.

“I’m one of the richest kids in this whole town!”

“I don’t care if you were the President of the United States!” the rude owner screamed. “Get out of my store NOW!”

“How could you be so rude to a customer?” I reply angry, and shocked.
The owner screams back. I was so stunned. So I said, “NO because I’m going to buy those shoes anyway!”

“Fine, buy them,” So I did. I put them on after I was done hanging out with my friends but…

Once both shoes touched my feet, they took off, dragging me along with them. I tried to stop, but the harder I tried the faster they went! I screamed and shouted all across town,

“CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!” But, everyone was laughing and thought I was crazy. I didn’t know what to do. The shoes were a nightmare, I couldn’t stop or take them off. I was so annoyed, I screamed for help but no one cared Once I screamed the shoes stopped, but everyone was staring. I took them off and threw then in the garbage and they were never to be seen again. Until the shoes find its next victim…