Narrative Story

See Sunlight Clothes Rubbish Other pair of me	Hear Snoozing Vaccum Howling	feel Lonely Worn out Wet Bruised Cold abandoned
Taste Dust Sweat Mud Dirt	Smell Toe jams Soaked socks Rubbish	Touch Bed legs Clothing

The Mind Changing Shoes

On a cold winter's night, I was getting ready to play on the soccer field. As I was about to be put on I was taken back of. I felt like I was a disappointment and I was sitting in the locker room all by myself lonely. I could smell a disgusting soaked socks and I was about to die. I tried to hold my breath but the smell was to strong. I was saved from someone who had finally open the locker door. I could see light flashing through my eyes, as I was so excited but then as soon as I got to see properly the locker door just shut in my face again. Then again I could smell a load of rubbish like it was right next to me. I fell asleep and the owner took me home with him, he shoved me under his bed cold and abandoned. I felt worn out when I was shoved under the bed and like I was useless again. The next morning came, I could feel the sunlight against my face. I finally knew I was useless to be worn until I was surprised I was bought and been warned. The owner had soccer practice at 8 in the morning, I was getting prepared to not be worn again.

I was back to my old place with the smelly soaked socks and the disgusting rubbishes. As his foot went inside I smelt like toe jams, I couldn’t hold my breath any longer so I had to breathe his own feet. I couldn’t believe I was sad just to be worn now look I ended up smelling toe jams. As my face was getting stomped on, I could feel my face being bruised badly, I felt like I was in a car crash. There was something coming up to me it was really smelling I didn’t want to be stood on I wonder what it was. The owner was running along the field until it stepped on mud that smelt like poo. I couldn’t believe my face I was all covered in mud that smelt really bad. I felt like I wanted to go back into my locker with the soaked socks and the disgusting rubbish bin, I thought that smelt better than this time. He was carrying me home in his hands and I was so tired and cold. I just wanted to run away and be with another owner that would actually care and wash me every night.

This week for writing I have been writing a narrative based on shoes which is you. I had to explain what I was feeling, what I could see, hear and touch. I have used these senses to tell my story.