Short Story

A Day in the Life of a Shoe

3/12/2014

Marvin Charles Form 4 Business English A Ms. Amiable

Marvin Charles Form 4 Business English A

Publishing stage

A Day in the Life of a Shoe

I was made in a popular factory polished and branded then after distributed to a Modells in town where I had my encounter with Jacob who came and buy me and went home with me in a dark bag where I was enclosed by a hot box. Haww I yawned. I woke up to the smell of blueberry pancakes steaming. I sat on the front doorstep waiting for the school day to begin. You know, being a Converse High-Top Sneaker is not as easy as it looks. For an idea, I have to wait for some sort of food to fall on the floor to eat. Is it really fair that humans get to eat whatever they want, whenever they want?!?! Well here I am. I am going to prove to you how hard it is being me. So pay attention! You may learn a thing or two I played dead on the floor, my mind whirling. food! food! food! it seemed to cry. Suddenly, SPLAT! A piece of ham stared at me. It was huge! I moonwalked toward it while nobody was looking. As I slurped and gurgled, I looked up. A large man with a big tummy flipped a brown object in the air. Oh no! Its coming this way! Nooo! My life is flashing before my eyes! I screamed. Unfortunately, humans dont speak shoe so I was doomed. Then a warm hand pulled me away before I was squashed. I soon felt a big breeze. I was being taken up the stairs! Please, not the boys room; please not the boys room I prayed. And as if no one heard me, where did I end up? In that stinky, messy, disgusting, boys room! Actually, shoes are very neat people. Its the HUMANS who are messy! Well that boy threw me on his foot (May I say his feet are worse than his room?!?!) and then took my brother, Steven, and put him on his other foot. Steven is a very messy person so he is used to it. Steven is not my favorite person in the world either, but that doesnt really matter because he barely talks at all. He mostly spends his spare time sleeping, like that one time when we were young shoes in the store Modells. I was trying to talk to him and play a game, but did he play? NO!!! See? This is why we dont get along that well. Well, I will stop blabbering. Now back to the story. As usual, Steven was sleeping. I was trying to hold my nose to block the terrible smell of boy feet, but that stinky boy was knotting my laces! How am I supposed to hold my nose when he knots my laces millions of times? He obviously does not know how to tie his shoes! After he knotted my laces about a million more times, he ran out of that room to go for a jog. Yeah! I cheered. Oh, stop, cheering like a baby, Steven said. For once, I ignored him. We ran out the door to this big yellow bus. Wait a second! Werent we going for a jog? I tried to run away, but the boy kept jogging to the yellow monster. I must say, I absolutely HATE the school bus! There is gum stuck everywhere you look; theres a bunch of kids yelling, pushing, and shoving. I only like the front of the bus where people read and listen

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to their I-Pods. Ewww! I yowled as the bus started moving. I had stepped in yellow, gooey, sticky gum. The bus ride is only about five minutes long but is the worst part of the day to me. Yes!!! I yelled when the bus door opened. I pushed everyone in front of me to squeeze my way to the front. Ahh I breathed, Fresh air! I ran to the front door of Tobigbrainz Primary School. I leaped in. Finally, waxed floors! I was excited for first period! It was gym, and he always puts on his gym shoes instead of me. I got to explore the boys locker room! I sat impatiently waiting for Homeroom to end. It is SO boring! All they say is, I need your paper mumble mumble, I know Susanna Well, can you bring it in tomorrow? I understand you have ballet tonight but please? Mumble mumble, (sigh) B-O-R-I-N-G! I waited and waited until BRING! went Kooper the bell and off to the locker room we went, here I come! Finally, we jogged to the locker room, and I bounced up and down waiting for him to remove me from his foot. As usual, he laid me on the bench and left. All the other kids left eventually too, squeaking their shoes. I sat there, and when I knew they all were gone, I leaped off the bench, leaving Steven to his sleeping. Sigh, he doesnt know what hes missing. I jogged around, hopping on the different benches, crawling under them, and leaping from one to another. After I was almost half-way through my workout, I heard whistling. It suddenly got louder. The sound got louder! Soon it was hurting my ears! What or who was doing this to me? I looked behind me. Suddenly I knew who; it was the Squareyez the unfortunately blind janitor! He was taking out a broom. He was trying to sweep me up! Oh no! I tried to run. I really did. The janitor just had really long legs. Soon I was inside the dustpan. I sighed. I guess my workout was finished. I felt him moving the dustpan, and I heard a door squeak. I was tossed into a large container of garbage. Man. I guess Ill be spending a lot of time in this dumpster. Now, there you have it. Life as a shoe is not easy. I hope you take better care of us shoes from now on. And if youre nice, we wont explore the locker room while youre at gym from now on! P.S. Please drop some ham more often. It is very filling.

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Outline of Essay Title: A Day in the Life of a Shoe Characters: Converse Me Brother Steven Bell Kooper Style Narrative (English) Plot I am brought from a shoe store Jacob uses me and drops me on the front steps Well ham sacrifices himself to be eaten by me I speak about my stinky brother I am taken for a jog Jacob leaves me in the locker room Well out of curiosity I decided to explore the school Suddenly the blind janitor comes around whistling My fate ends up in the garbage bin

Point of View The story is written in the first person point of view Purpose This is to tell the people that dont care about their things what may happen.

Marvin Charles Form 4 Business English A

Pre-writing stage

A Day in the Life of a Shoe

I was made in a popular factory polished and branded then after distributed to a Modells in town where I had my encounter with Jacob who came and buy me and went home with me in a dark bag where I was enclosed by a hot box. Haww I mummured. I woke up to the smell of blueberry pancakes steaming. I sat on the front doorstep waiting for the school day to begin. You know, being a Converse High-Top Sneaker is not as easy as it looks. For an idea, I have to wait for some sort of food to fall on the floor to eat. Is it really fair that humans get to eat whatever they want, whenever they want?!?! Well here I am. I am going to prove to you how hard it is being me. So pay attention! You may learn a thing or two I played dead on the floor, my mind whirling. food! food! food! it seemed to cry. Suddenly, SPLAT! A piece of ham stared at me. It was huge! I moonwalked toward it while nobody was looking. As I slurped and gurgled, I looked up. A large man with a big tummy flipped a brown object in the air. Oh no! Its coming this way! Nooo! My life is flashing before my eyes! I screamed. Unfortunately, humans dont speak shoe so I was doomed. Then a warm hand pulled me away before I was squashed.. And as if no one heard me, where did I end up? In that stinky, messy, disgusting, boys room! Actually, shoes are very neat people. Its the HUMANS who are messy! Well that boy threw me on his foot (May I say his feet are worse than his room?!?!) and then took my brother, Steven, and put him on his other foot. Steven is a very messy person so he is used to it. Steven is not my favorite person in the world either, but that doesnt really matter because he barely talks at all. He mostly spends his spare time sleeping, like that one time when we were young shoes in the store Modells. I was trying to talk to him and play a game, but did he play? NO!!! See? This is why we dont get along that well. Well, I will stop blabbering. Now back to the story. As usual, Steven was sleeping. I was trying to hold my nose to block the terrible smell of boy feet, but that stinky boy was knotting my laces! How am I supposed to hold my nose when he knots my laces millions of times? He obviously does not know how to tie his shoes! he ran out of that room to go for a jog. Yeah! I cheered. Oh, stop, cheering like a baby! Steven said.

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Writing Stage

A Day in the Life of a Shoe

I was made in a popular factory polished and branded then after distributed to a Modells in town where I had my encounter with Jacob who came and buy me and went home with me in a dark bag where I was enclosed by a hot box. Haww I yawned. I woke up to the smell of blueberry pancakes steaming. I sat on the front doorstep waiting for the school day to begin. You know, being a Converse High-Top Sneaker is not as easy as it looks. For an idea, I have to wait for some sort of food to fall on the floor to eat. Is it really fair that humans get to eat whatever they want, whenever they want?!?! Well here I am. I am going to prove to you how hard it is being me. So pay attention! You may learn a thing or two I played dead on the floor, my mind whirling. food! food! food! it seemed to cry. Suddenly, SPLAT! A piece of ham stared at me. It was huge! I moonwalked toward it while nobody was looking. As I slurped and gurgled, I looked up. A large man with a big tummy flipped a brown object in the air. Oh no! Its coming this way! Nooo! My life is flashing before my eyes! I screamed. Unfortunately, humans dont speak shoe so I was doomed. Then a warm hand pulled me away before I was squashed. I soon felt a big breeze. I was being taken up the stairs! Please, not the boys room; please not the boys room I prayed. And as if no one heard me, where did I end up? In that stinky, messy, disgusting, boys room! Actually, shoes are very neat people. Its the HUMANS who are messy! Well that boy threw me on his foot (May I say his feet are worse than his room?!?!) and then took my brother, Steven, and put him on his other foot. Steven is a very messy person so he is used to it. Steven is not my favorite person in the world either, but that doesnt really matter because he barely talks at all. He mostly spends his spare time sleeping, like that one time when we were young shoes in the store Modells. I was trying to talk to him and play a game, but did he play? NO!!! See? This is why we dont get along that well. Well, I will stop blabbering. Now back to the story. As usual, Steven was sleeping. I was trying to hold my nose to block the terrible smell of boy feet, but that stinky boy was knotting my laces! How am I supposed to hold my nose when he knots my laces millions of times? He obviously does not know how to tie his shoes! After he knotted my laces about a million more times, he ran out of that room to go for a jog. Yeah! I cheered. Oh, stop, cheering like a baby, Steven said. For once, I ignored him. We ran out the door to this big yellow bus. Wait a second! Werent we going for a jog? I tried to run away, but the boy kept jogging to the yellow monster. I must say, I absolutely HATE the school bus! There is gum stuck everywhere you look; theres a bunch of kids yelling, pushing, and shoving. I only like the front of the bus where people read and listen

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to their I-Pods. Ewww! I yowled as the bus started moving. I had stepped in yellow, gooey, sticky gum. The bus ride is only about five minutes long but is the worst part of the day to me.

Editing Stage I was made in a popular factory polished and branded then after distributed to a Modells in town where I had my encounter with Jacob who came and buy me and went home with me in a dark bag where I was enclosed by a hot box. Haww I yawned. I woke up to the smell of blueberry pancakes steaming. I sat on the front doorstep waiting for the school day to begin. You know, being a Converse High-Top Sneaker is not as easy as it looks. For an idea, I have to wait for some sort of food to fall on the floor to eat. Is it really fair that humans get to eat whatever they want, whenever they want?!?! Well here I am. I am going to prove to you how hard it is being me. So pay attention! You may learn a thing or two I played dead on the floor, my mind whirling. food! food! food! it seemed to cry. Suddenly, SPLAT! A piece of ham stared at me. It was huge! I moonwalked toward it while nobody was looking. As I slurped and gurgled, I looked up. A large man with a big tummy flipped a brown object in the air. Oh no! Its coming this way! Nooo! My life is flashing before my eyes! I screamed. Unfortunately, humans dont speak shoe so I was doomed. Then a warm hand pulled me away before I was squashed. I soon felt a big breeze. I was being taken up the stairs! Please, not the boys room; please not the boys room I prayed. And as if no one heard me, where did I end up? In that stinky, messy, disgusting, boys room! Actually, shoes are very neat people. Its the HUMANS who are messy! Well that boy threw me on his foot (May I say his feet are worse than his room?!?!) and then took my brother, Steven, and put him on his other foot. Steven is a very messy person so he is used to it. Steven is not my favorite person in the world either, but that doesnt really matter because he barely talks at all. He mostly spends his spare time sleeping, like that one time when we were young shoes in the store Modells. I was trying to talk to him and play a game, but did he play? NO!!! See? This is why we dont get along that well. Well, I will stop blabbering. Now back to the story. As usual, Steven was sleeping. I was trying to hold my nose to block the terrible smell of boy feet, but that stinky boy was knotting my laces! How am I supposed to hold my nose when he knots my laces millions of times? He obviously does not know how to tie his shoes! After he knotted my laces about a million more times, he ran out of that room to go for a jog. Yeah! I cheered. Oh, stop, cheering like a baby, Steven said. For once, I ignored him. We ran out the door to this big yellow bus. Wait a second! Werent we going for a jog? I tried to run away, but the boy kept jogging to the yellow monster. I must say, I absolutely HATE the school bus! There is gum stuck everywhere you look; theres a bunch

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of kids yelling, pushing, and shoving. I only like the front of the bus where people read and listen to their I-Pods. Ewww! I yowled as the bus started moving. I had stepped in yellow, gooey, sticky gum. The bus ride is only about five minutes long but is the worst part of the day to me. Yes!!! I yelled when the bus door opened. I pushed everyone in front of me to squeeze my way to the front. Ahh I breathed, Fresh air! I ran to the front door of Tobigbrainz Primary School. I leaped in. Finally, waxed floors! I was excited for first period! It was gym, and he always puts on his gym shoes instead of me. I got to explore the boys locker room!