Shoes
it was the first day of fifth grade
my mother saved for months to get me brand new shoes
because middle school was a big deal, after all.
it was the time everything would change
just not in the way i expected
they were shiny and black and had a chunky heel on the bottom
i was so excited
i felt wonderful
because it was the first school year that i had something that was new
and a boy came over to me
and he said
“nice shoes”
i wish i had noticed the malice in his voice
because when i smiled and said ‘thank you’
my world went to hell
his friends soon came over
and one by one started tearing me down
one boy looked and said ‘nice costume, is it halloween yet?’
i faked being sick
so the nurse would send me home
and i asked my mother
to return
my mother saved for months to get me brand new shoes
because middle school was a big deal, after all.
it was the time everything would change
just not in the way i expected
they were shiny and black and had a chunky heel on the bottom
i was so excited
i felt wonderful
because it was the first school year that i had something that was new
and a boy came over to me
and he said
“nice shoes”
i wish i had noticed the malice in his voice
because when i smiled and said ‘thank you’
my world went to hell
his friends soon came over
and one by one started tearing me down
one boy looked and said ‘nice costume, is it halloween yet?’
i faked being sick
so the nurse would send me home
and i asked my mother
to return
the shoes
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