My Shoes Video

Pod 7 watched this video and then did some great writing based on this interesting story.

   

My Shoes

Why are they laughing at my shoes? Is it because they have holes in them?

 I say, “It’s not fair that I have old shoes and my Mum and Dad are poor.”

 As I wander through the park, I notice a boy on a bench.

I sit next to him. He waves at me shyly. I see his clothes and shoes. I walk to a tree and take off my shoes and watch my shoe puppets as they say “It’s not fair.”

“Yeah, I know, there’s nothing we can do”. 

Then I put my shoes down and say, “I wish I was him, I want to be him. I want to be him! I want to be him!”

Then I am him! 

“Yes!” I say. 

Then his nanny comes with a wheelchair and says, “Sorry I took so long dear.” 

Then I am confused. 

“Why did I make this wish?” I wonder, with a frown on my face.

By Millie

Aston cleverly wrote her response from the perspective of the magic bird. 

“My shoes” 

Laughter thundered through the park. “Hahahaha” I heard the bullies chirrup. 

“Ripped shoes, broken shoes,” they taunted. The shoes were indeed ripped, and belonged to a young boy called Ben. He stood up, and trudged off. I flew above him as he trod across the bridge.

One of my feathers dropped, and landed beside a green park bench

where a rich boy was sitting. Ben went to sit beside the rich boy, Charles. 

Charles waved with a shy smile.

 Then, Ben stared at Charles’ shoes and clothes. He felt embarrassed. His clothes were ripped and shaggy, not to mention, his shoes looked as if his great, great grandfather had worn them. On the other hand, Charles had fancy clothes and black, laced shoes. 

Ben couldn’t stand another second, so he walked off despondently. 

He crouched down by a tree, and took off his shoes. He put them on his hands as if they were puppets.

“It’s not fair.” Moaned one puppet.

“No it’s not,” answered another.

“But there’s nothing we can do about it.” Sighed the first shoe puppet.

“I wish I was like him,” thought Ben. “I want to be like him, I want to be like him, I want to be like him,” Ben chanted.

“It’s time to go dear.” She exclaimed. “Are you ready to go?”

Ben felt horrified - he couldn’t walk!

Charles was running and jumping and squealing with excitement of the thought that he could now walk.

 He didn’t know how on earth it had happened.

 As Grandma slowly wheeled him out of the park,  Ben tried to wish himself back.

      By Aston.

My  Shoes

Tom could hear the kids laughing at his funny torn shoes.   “It’s not fair, why do they get nice shoes and I don’t?” Tom said, looking down at his feet.

Tom walked to a small bridge and looked at the water. After that, Tom silently made his way to a green bench with another boy sitting on it. He waved.

 Feeling embarrassed and a little broken inside, Tom jogged to a big tree and sat down. Making his his shoes into puppets, he  imagined their conversation.

“Why does it have to be like this?” 

“I don’t know.”

“It’s not fair.”

“I know, but theres nothing we can do.”

“I wish I was like him,” Tom  said. “I want to be like him, I want to be like him.”

Tom opened his eyes.

 His wish actually worked! But there was just one slight problem… now he couldn’t walk.

By Dillan

     

                                   My shoes

 As the other kids were laughing at my shoes, I started to walk away. I looked over the bridge at my reflection, when a colourful bird flew over my head. 

I went to sit in seat that another young child was already at. His name was Tim. I stared at his  dainty shoes and clothes feeling embarrassed because I had holey clothes, so l went to a tree and took off my shoes. I made them into  puppets.

Then l made a wish to be Tim that came true, but when the Tim’s Nanna came with a wheelchair l was confused. 

Tim was running around the tree saying, “Yeah!”

 l was trying to wish I was  back to normal but it did not work. Tim’s Nanna was pulling me back, then she said,” Are you ready to go now?”

by Zoe