The Lost Band Shoes
by Shasta
A/N: Yes, I know, I am an obsessed band geek...but hey, it's a livin'.
As they sit there in the hall, I can't believe the kind of person who would leave their band shoes behind. Lying there on the floor, forgotten by the owner; someone with very large feet by the looks of it.
As there is no one left in the hallway, I pick them up. The last of the band members long gone, that is except for the uniform crew, of which I am a part. Deciding that the owner will realize what they have lost at our next performance, I place the forgotten shoes by the office of one of the band directors. If their owner doesn't realize the mistake, they will be tossed into a pile of forgotten shoes, left by seniors after their marching careers are over, where they, someday, will be picked up by a freshman or other band member who is in need of a pair of marching shoes.
Feeling guilty about leaving the shoes by themselves, my companions and I depart, the last to leave the school. Even the directors have disappeared.
On Monday, I walk into the band room expecting the shoes to be gone. But they're not. They're still sitting there where I left them last Friday.
Obviously, no one has come to claim them. The careless person most likely won't notice 'til next week Friday, at the next home game.
Two days pass, then three, and still no owner has come forward. On the fifth day, I walk into the band room only to see the shoes have disappeared. I can only hope the poor soles have found their home. If not, they have found their fate to be one of exile to the pile of shoes forgotten. I can only wish their next owner will take better care of the precious footwear.