Author’s Note: I got a really nice pair of boots for Christmas and now I want to write about them.
WHOOSH WHOOSH you could hear as I was sliding around in the back of the truck. I am a pair of shoes that just got ordered off of a catalog. I am so excited, this if my first time being out of the shoe factory, I haven’t been out of the factory ever… maybe because it is the fact that I just got made and I was just put up on the shelves.
I didn’t like how I had to be put in a box but I guess that’s how it had to be because if I wasn’t in the box I won’t be a surprise for her, after all I am one of her Christmas gifts. I can’t wait to get out of these boxes and get on her feet!
Right when I got there I was put under the tree with a lot of other gifts. I could tell because as I was sleeping during the middle of the night I could hear all the other gifts talking about who they are going to and who will be roommates and who will be seeing a lot of each other. Right when I heard all the people say Brittany I was like well I guess that I won’t be having a lot of roommates, maybe one or two at the most.
The night was over and it was Christmas morning no one was up yet except the other gifts, they were blabbing away. Finally someone woke up and opened their door. Then after a while more people came out I could feel the anticipation rising. I knew that I was going to get unwrapped soon.
Suddenly I hear someone say “ok everyone; take a seat we are going to unwrap gifts now. I was so excited mostly because I knew I was in the front and I was going to get picked first. I could feel someone lifting me up and set me down on something. As I heard the wrapping paper getting teared apart, I was so excited. She finally opened me up and screamed yes as loud as she could!! I was so happy that she liked me.
From this day on I have been loving life; I mean I have a lot of roommates since Brittany and Becca share a room. Also because she wears me like every day!! I wish that all of my friends could see me now and see that I am in a good environment.
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