I wrote a play in class that is nothing like this but through an extensive amount of lies I wrote this for my teacher, so she wont get too mad at me hopefully (: Enjoy.
When she arrived to her building, which was gray and bland with no color or love to be shown anywhere, she stood outside of it until her mother got home with the house key. She quickly skipped up the skinny steps of her home and up to her room, which very unlike the house, had lots of color and love within its thin walls.
She dumped her tan bag out onto her bed and the socks gasped for clean air that didn’t reek of already chewed gum and spilled soda. “What did you put in that bag?” The socks asked, and inspected itself for stains, but instead found gum stuck to the bottom of it. “I don’t know, some gum I’ve been saving… and I spilled a soda pop in there awhile ago… and I keep my school books in there… and half of what I had for lunch today.” She said, not noticing the socks were being sarcastic.
“Ugh, well kids will be pigs… well ok; would you like to wear me today? Your feet look so cold…”
“Well I’ve only worn my fancy socks on special days so yes my feet are sort of cold. Are you sure I can wear you?” She asked, remembering that the socks had specifically told her not to ever wear them.
“Id be insulted if you didn’t.” They said, she figured that meant she could wear them, so she took off her holey shoes and began to slip them onto her skinny feet. They felt warm, and slightly fuzzy, until a huge pain swept over her legs, coming in waves from her ankles up. She looked down and her feet were gone! As she began to let out a gasp, the socks leapt off the floor and flew out the window smiling, they had had their snack for the night.
That night, the girl learned two things, never trust talking socks, and when someone tells you to not do something and then tells you to do it, don’t listen to them. So she crawled into the bathroom and dressed her wounds and opened her journal and wrote “The Stolen Socks, and the Missing Feet” But now I must stop writing, because I have to have a rope put around my neck and hang in the air for awhile, it turns out my mother was right, when you steal things you get hanged.
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