Emotional

Once again I’m a shoe that is happy a can be. For I get to be with my wonderful Flower Child owner. For she makes me feel safer then anyone I have ever meet. I wish for no one else. I am so glad that she has a child at heat. I’m also glad that she only toke me out when it was sunny and nice out. We would frequently go to the particular park that was filled with children. At that point of time I felt a vibe like she wanted children. Every single time, I figured out that we were going to this fabulous park, I felt like jumping for the sky. Seeing all the children always made me feel so calm like there is nothing bad in this amazing world. As we ran and played with these children I could feel the lovely grass that smelled as pure as raindrops. After we were done playing at the park she would walk me back home. Then like every time after playing she makes me clean all over again. Then she put’s me in the closest until the next day.

For some resin that next day was different, instead of putting me on like she normally did. She held me in her hands and walked out the door. I didn’t understand what was gong in the moment. This had never happened before! It was all dark out; my Flower Child was scaring me. It seemed like we were going to the bus. I saw that her bags were with her. Hmm I had thought? Maybe we were moving to an even better park with even more children. She had sat me down on this dirty buss floor. Then there was a scary looking girl that had kept staring down at me. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking. But I had pretty good idea that she was thinking about doing something very ornery. Witch I was completely right this girl picked me up by my shoe lasses and threw me right out of the buss. I screamed for what seemed li...

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...ught. When we got there, I could tell the boy was a little nervous to go try to accomplish this big ramp. Then with a brief of confident he went and did it. I would have been proud of him trying if I was a human. Witch of course he messed up, but at least he tried. Everyone laughed at my skater child. My skater child sat there with red face, for what seemed liked hours.

Then I realized I was torn of his foot and I was now ripped up myself. The child picked me up and went to throw me and tripped and BAM, he hit his face right on the ground. I would have been laughing if I were a human to. This boy didn’t care about me at all. To him I was just another shoe, but for Flower Child I was a shoe that represented her. I wished for so much that I could be with her. I new my shoe days were over. I was put in a dumpster and was never seen on someone’s foot ever again.