Draft: The Ugly Shoe--Abby G.

It all started under a man's bed where all of your shoes go after you fall asleep. And of course there was the ugly brown leather shoe that was torn from the dog named Teddy. The big, ugly human being woke up from the loud classical music.

Then he found the shoe and said in Human-ese: "I have been waiting to throw you away for fifteen years!" Then, he got a tight grip. "Ow!" he said in shoe language. He was thrown in the trash and he fainted.

He woke up dazed and tired, right when he smelled something bad. Then he did his shoe stretch: he rubbed his buttons and blinked his eyes five times. "I'm in the landfill!!!??? No!!!"

He heard another shoe talking. He hopped over a mound of trash and saw a clunky green shoe crying. When he climbed over the hill there was a high heel from Payless and another blue shoe from Shoe Pavillion and a brown hiking boot from R.E.I. The hiking boot was like his wooden grandma. The shoe from Payless--who, by the way was a lady--said in her really deep voice like a giant, "Save my son!"

"Why?" the ugly shoe thought. Nobody saved me from the dump. I am nicer than them, so I'll do it. "What do I do?" he asked. "Take the shoe-ter." "What's the shoe-ter?" asked the ugly shoe. "And where am I going?" "A shoe-ter is a catapult. Mount Camelpies is where you're going," answered the green heel. The hiking boot pulled out a picture. It looked like a camel covered in pie. "Ready?!" yelled the shoe from Shoe Pavillion.

"And you have one wish for your journey," said the dirty blue shoe. "I guess," said the ugly shoe. They put him in the shoe-ter and he was flying. For the first time, the shoe didn't know he was ugly. He passed a dragon--my imagination. No such thing. Under him was a huge oasis of gooey blue. Then he got into the desert and he was roasted. It was 116 degrees Farenheit. He was so thirsty his throat was cracking like the hot ground. Then he was falling. "AHHH!!! Boom. Ow." He tumbled into some dried up blades of grass. He fainted...

He woke up on a mountain that looked like a camel covered in pie. There was a red Crock laying helplessly. "Hello!" he screamed. The other shoe, dried up and torn, didn't reply. It got dark , then the Crock got up and asked, "Do you have water? If you do, I bring you back to where you came from." He looked at the stars and back at him. I saw his wrinkly body like an ocean of red. "I might have some in my sack." He did. He drank it quickly. "What is your wish?" He started to glow. "I wish that I am the nicest looking shoe!" It went black. He woke up and everybody gasped. It was silent until a shoe screamed: "He's beautiful!" "I don't care!" She would never be nice again.