A/N: Just a small drabble I just thought up. And at least you all know I'm still alive. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Cinderella. Nor do I own the shoe.
Once upon a time there was a little walnut. But one day, the walnut split into pieces and one of those pieces became a shoe. That shoe was pretty happy about it's owner, because the young girl was always careful with it, and didn't get it too dirty when it was out.
However, on the day she was to first use it in public, she lost it on her way home as she was running from a young man! The shoe was very sad, even as it was picked up by the young man wishing to court the girl that had been it's owner.
And it became worse, because as the man had it, it was forced to have many different feet in it, and none had fit like that of it's first owner.
Two young women had even gotten blood in it! The second woman had gotten furious and before it knew what was going on, it had been shattered into many little pieces.
It could vaguely know what was happening though, for it's owner was there, and she held the other shoe that had come from the walnut, and it had fit. So the young man took the girl with her, leaving the broken shoe on the floor until a servant swept it off the floor and threw it into the trash.
The End.
A/N: Poor shoe. I don't know if that was how it was broken, but in this story it is. Please review.