There I was. Sitting in this reeking basketball store waiting for my chance at glory. Of course, I am the right shoe, because the guy is always the right one. I am called the 2011 Hyperdunk and I am really popular for basketball. As explained before, I am only the right shoe. I needed a left shoe to be able to sell me. I got matched up with another orange Hyperdunk just like my beautiful self.. Her name was Cassandra. She was very nice but yet very noisy. I hope I didn’t get paired with Loud Larry.
The next day……BOOM! BOOM! CRASH! It almost sounded like a shipping truck. “WHOA!” I screamed as a sheer sign of fright. Right that very moment I knew we were on that very scary thing called the moving truck. Moving trucks mean two things. Well, it only means one. You’re going to live with someone, and it’s not always the person you like. They put their stinky feet I’m me like a car goes into a garage. Maybe the kid who bought me, Dequincy, will treat me like a normal shoe. I hope.
“No! Please don’t throw meat the wall! Please don’t…”; I started. BOOM!
“OWW!” I screamed as I got thrown on the ground into his room. Downstairs I overheard Dequincy saying he wanted to be in band. Band!?! Band is for nerds and frankly, he can’t wear me if he is a nerd. What will happen to me?
The National Championship was today, but I got put away for Dequincy's Adizero Crazy Lights. They are always getting bought over us hyperdunks. It is not always happy seeing a kid leaving with Adizeros with a huge smile on his face. Dequincy’s team ended up winning the National Championship game and he threw me out. His adizeros became his lucky shoes. So now, here I sit, in this trash can, waiting for my next chance at glory. Again.
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