Stop Standing On Me!
Don't you ever get bored of being stood on! Every day, I get pulled out of the nice cupboard to be put on someones feet. These feet make me stink. I hate smelling bad, but I haven't got much choice as I can't wash myself. There is one good thing about being a shoe. I get to see sights that not everything would see. I have now seen westminster when I was in the london eye and I have seen the eiffel tower complicated structure when walking up it. I do feel sorry for something I do without meaning, quite often, I find myself staring at a bug that is about to be squashed by me. How could I? I always try and stop it, but there isn't much I can do to stop the person wearing me.
There is a lot of pain involved in being a shoe. I get stabbed with nearly every step by little stones and I also kick things, sometimes footballs but sometimes wall and floors. What possess the person to kick walls and floors? Another problem is gum, disgusting people spit there gum on the floor and then they get stuck to me. It is so uncomfy for me to have something stuck on me. The worst time in my life is my end, when I get put in the bin. The dreaded bin, I have lasted about 8 months now. I know I don't have much time left.
Today I am going out to the park. Quite a simple thing, you would think but not for me. I have to stare at grey pavement when I am walked on and then I have to be tickled as grass is surrounding me. Suddenly I hear a squelch and feel a sudden cool wetness beneath me. Dog poo! Just beautiful, the shoe next to me sniggers as I put up with the smell of what I just landed in Now would be the time that I see the most beautiful shoe I have ever seen. She would ignore because of what I was covered in. She was a flip-flop, a beautiful bright orange shoe. Wow! Curse the owner of me. One day, I will get some sort of revenge and I will show him what it's like to love at first sight then have that taken away from you because of what you look like and smell like. Time to play football, brilliant. My day is going from bad to worse. What is the point of life, I may as well be binned now! I can't say much about the football, it just reminds me of pain, pure pain that will not stop for thirty minutes after the football. Have I ever said how some of my friends are destroyed playing this game and only last a day or two. That is terrible. Why can't I have any control over what I do with my life? Instead stupid humans run it and ruin it pretty fast. I would rather be sat in the cupboard than destroyed in a few days. The cupboard is warm and usually dark, I don't like the dark but you get used to it.
My days over and I am sat in the cupboard again. The easiest place to relax.
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