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Kailene Power

Mrs. Smith

Creative Writing

March 30, 2012

The Mismatched Converse

Two shoes, that’s what they were. They were two mismatched converse. A red one and a grey one. They sat in the closet for weeks. They were used but never used together. One night, somehow something strong made just the two of them come alive. The sole kind of split for a mouth and eyes came from the tongue. They longed to hug and be worn together but they knew it would never happen. They would stare at each other for hours in the closet. They wish they matched and could be worn together but at the same time they loved that they were so different. They were falling in love.

Finally, their owner, a seventeen year old girl, had a spirit day coming up and luckily her school colours were red and grey. She was wearing a red bandana, grey skinny jeans, and a red t-shirt with her last name on it, and red high socks. Now she just needed her footwear. The anticipation of wondering who would be picked, or if their luck would be picked together was crazy. She picked up the red pair to wear them but looked down and thought one of each looked rather well together. She walked out put the red pair on but took them off right away. She walked back to her closet, opened the door, and finally grabbed the two different shoes and put them on. They were smiling inside to each other. Finally they were together.

When they got back to the closet they realized they would never have that opportunity again. They frowned, and then smiled at the thoughts of their day. Their eyes closed, mouth turned shut, and went back to being the shoes they were.

It was all a dream.

Caitlin

Always dream in bright colors

----Haleigh

Loner- Jasmine

Two paintings

    The shop was quite, peacefully quite. Everyone who was once in the store, have all gone home for the night times rest. Everything in the store was still as it always was, but in the back of the store on the very last wall, hung two paintings. One was a painting of a girl, she sat properly upright, with her legs crossed and her hands folded neatly on her knees. Her dress was the color of the the bright summer blue sky. Her hair was the color of chocolate brown, it was long and flowed in the wind that was depicted in the painting, it was flowing the opposite side of where her head was facing. She was looking toward the right side of her, as if looking at something in the distance. The painting to her right was that of a boy, who was sitting on the crib of a street, looking straight out into the distance. He was dressed in dark blue jeans, and a buttoned football jacket. His hair was a lighter brown than the girls was.
      There was a slight ring of a bell in the distance, but just loud enough that it could be heard. The girl in one of the paintings, began to move her fingers, then her whole hand, then before she knew it she was standing. She looked at her hands, and then twirled all around to make sure she herself were even real. She then stopped and decided to climb out of her own painting, and walked over towards the painting of the boy to her right. She turned her head in confusion, wondering why the boy in his painting isn't awake like she was. Then she began to cry, she realized that she was all alone, and she fell to the ground, still crying and upset.
   Then she felt a tap on her shoulder and when she turned around the boy was standing behind her, he raised he up and there they stood. For what seemed like years, they stood just staring at each other. Paralyzed with astonishment, they just walked around each other, looking at each other. Then they began to walk around the shop togather, soon it would be daylight and the store would open again and they would have to go back into their paintings and go back to sleep for a while again. The boy gave the girl his jacket, so that if they didnt wake up agian she would always have something to remember him by. As daylight came, the boy and the girl went back into their paintings, only hope to meet again.
    ----Haleigh