A/N: This story was actually a school assignment from one of our relievers. The task was to write a story in the point of view of a particular pair of shoes or an inanimate object. I chose to do this one just for a little fun. There is only 2 entries and I might add to it later.
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11:54pm Friday 13th April 3052
It's been a long day. Up's feet were particularly pongy today. The day started later than usual today. Up and Taz woke up at 6:30. Not that I'm complaining or anything. It meant I got more fresh air for the day and, hell, I needed it.
Up had jam on toast for breakfast while Taz had a cup of coffee. Then they went to the gym. I feel sorry for all those other shoes. A trainer, sneakers, sandals, even roller-skates. Everyone knows that combat boots are the best kind of shoes a star ship ranger could hope for.
Up took me off his feet so that he could train in only his socks today. I struck up a conversation with Lieutenant Specs' shoes. They are combat boots too. Specs' shoes said that they overheard Krayonder saying that he is getting new boots tomorrow. I'm gonna miss those shoes.
10:19pm Saturday 14th April 3052
I didn't even get worn once today. Im not complaining so stop thinking that I am. No, Im merely stating the facts. Up stayed home all day today. He didn't even go to the cafeteria to get breakfast. Taz burst into tears as soon as she woke up this morning. Its funny, Ive never seen her cry before. It was like 6 years or more worth of bottled up emotions had just come pouring out. I think its because its her birthday. She's turning 25, so it is 10 years since her Quincenera when all of her family and friends were brutally murdered by those evil robots...