Name: Ridwan
Class: Perseverance 1
Date: 20 January 2014
Title: Story Of A Soccer Boot (Draft)
Story Of A Soccer Boot!!!
Hi, my name is T-90. I am a soccer boot. I am a very famous
and extremely expensive soccer boot. It was on a Saturday afternoon. The sun
was shining so brightly and the birds were singing cheerfully. I was bought by
a boy named Sarup.
He was a very talented football player even for a 12 year old
boy. He was the captain of his school soccer team. His parents wanted buy for
him a pair of new soccer boots as he had won the ‘Best Captain Award’. And
without a doubt he chose me. It was the best choice he could have ever, made.
After he reached home, he could not wait to tell and show his
new and marvellous boot. He quickly took out his humongous phone and took a
picture of me with himself using his phone. Then, he sent the picture to all
his friends through Whatsapp. In a flash a storm of wonderful remarks, comments
and questions were sent by Sarup’s friends. Sarup was feeling very proud of
himself.
Since then, Sarup wore me when there was soccer training at
school and soccer competitions. He never lost a match since then and called me
his lucky charm. I felt so loved and cared by him. I was grateful to him for
purchasing me.
For the past five months, he wore me. Then one tragedy
happened, while Sarup was playing a friendly match with his friends, my soles
came off. He felt very sad and depressed. He brought me home and cried to his
heart’s desire. His mother confronted
him and told him to throw me away. I felt angry, sad and understanding all at
the same time. The last moments I had with Sarup was very precious. But it was
time for me to go.
He picked me up, walked to the kitchen. His heart was pumping
furiously. Sweat trickling from his face all the way till his shoulder. He
opened the trash can, I knew that it was the end of our relationship with
Sarup. But surprisingly he did not threw me into the trash can, instead he
threw a sweet wrapper into it. I was relieved but confused all at the same
time. He open a door to the store room and put me onto a shoe rack. I was
mesmerised by the sight of astonishing shoes. On the wall there was a sign that
said, “Room Of Shoes”. It really was a room of shoes. It was filled with all
different kind of shoes. But the sad thing was all of them were ruined. I tried
calling one of them but they were sleeping. But one of them eventually woke up.
He explained to me everything from the tip of my hair to my toes. I finally
understand that Sarup and his parents does not throw ruined shoes away as they
were precious to them. From that day onwards I felt even more grateful to them
and proud to be apart of Sarups family.
i never bought a t-90
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