Old Pair Of Shoes Story.

LI: To use the 5 senses and personification to help us paint a picture with words.

There I was running across the field, of course it’s not me it’s my owner. The ball looked pumped, I didn’t want to hit it but my owner forces me to. His gross toenails, pressing against my face. I was really hurt and exhausted so I decided to give my owner pins and needles by squeezing his foot. “Ouch!” squealed my owner. Minutes past and I could tell he was going to put his foot inside me again, I could smell his repugnant stench lowering down inside me. He quickly smashed his foot down, luckily I moved backwards, his foot smashed against the muddy grass. I then taste the sweat, raining into my pie hole. I tried so hard to not to breath, but the smell made me want to pass out, but who knows what his feet might do? I breathe out, I wasn’t ready and he’d already moved. My body was tingling, like I had been stung by a wasp, luckily the game had 1 minute to go. I thought to myself I could last one minute but when the game was over my owner’s team lost, all of a sudden he starts moving his dirty feet and stomps, he takes his feet out of me then throws me. Yay I said as I cheered, he was gone!

Oh Hsen and I have written this story from the eyes of a old, dirty pair of shoes. It is about a pair of shoes who is owned by a soccer player, he smells is feet, and tastes his sweat and he couldn't wait for when the game was over.