Shoe Narritive

For writing today I worked with Pote to write a story about the shoes in the picture. We had a good idea about the shoes being Michael Jordan's old shoes.

“Michael Jordan scores again!” Shouted the announcer. It was a basketball game between Chicago Bulls and Florida Tornadoes. “What happening, Jim! I think MJ putting on his Converses. Someone please stop this man!” The announcer screamed as the fans erupted like a volcano. There I was, my arms stretched together making a rippling sounds to all the other shoes. Loud boos begin to enter my mind. It was like they were screaming at me for doing something wrong. Minutes ago, I was lying in my big apartment with a view of all my friends. Growing old started ascending on me a while ago. I feel like I was aging every second. While people booed I started crying. I don’t why or how, but I sure knew I wasn’t welcomed by other people.  Because I was a old model of a shoe I was no longer liked by other people. Michael Jordan who is the famous basketball player, is my owner and I think he doesn’t like me anymore. When he wears me other people boo and scream. The game was tiring. I smell  sweat as if I had just eaten it an  hour ago, all inside of me and water touch my arms.

Later that night

I was in my owner’s hands when suddenly...

*Boom*

Smoke covers my sight. I guess i’m on my own. An old ugly pair of shoes left between a rock and a hard place. How can I survive this situation?