I do not own the title of this chapter Fergie does. at the end of this story i plan on making a soudtrack and i hope that you find alot of songs that you like. well here goes my favorite part...


I had been looking and looking for my mother's size for years it felt like. Sleeping in allies of the small Vermont town was not as fun as people said it was. On the fifth day I found them. Black ballet shoes, size five. Just what I had dreamt of. Walking into the store I was so excited. 'Jerry's' was the name. I walked up to the counter and pointed at the shoes on display in the window. The old man behind the counter, Jerry I assume, limped slowly over using a cane to keep him up instead of his right leg that was nowhere in sight.

"Five dollars."

"Kind sir, I have no more than fifty cents. My dear mother is dying and I need her to have these shoes that she has been saving up for years now. I would be in such gratitude of you if only you would let me have them." 'I should be ashamed, lying saying that my mother has been saving up. Goodness, what has not eating for a week done to me?'

"Girl, what is your name?" I noticed that he had a soothing voice that of a man that one day got tired of yelling therefore stopped and now spoke like soft melted butter.

"Jazlyn kind sir. But my friends, they call me sissy."

"And why is that? Is it because you are afraid of much to much?"

"No sir, it was given to me by my sister when she was young and alive sir. It just stuck like those hot summer days." The old man chuckled as he noticed the slight distaste look on my face as I mentioned the hot summers.

"I presume you like winter and snow then?"

"Oh yes!" my face lit up like a bright, newly lit candle. "Christmas is my favorite of all holidays sir!"

"Well then, three more days. Since this is the season of giving I shall give you the shoes for fifty cents. But sent your Pa over the day after Christmas. Then he can pay off the dept in work." When he mentioned my father all the emotion in my eyes drained out and the color in my cheeks faded.

"I am dearly sorry sir, my Pa left my family and I a few years ago. All we have left is my dieing mother and my two brothers."

"Then send your oldest brother." Again I looked at my feet in shame.

"Jaccob is not of working age yet sir. He is a mere seven years of age. And Colin is five years of age. I the head and caretaker of the house for three or four months now." I looked up and the color and emotion came back into my face and eyes once I saw him smiling.

"Sissy, how long does it take for you to get home from here?"

"Once day on foot sir, three or four hours by horse. But I walk, for my family can no longer afford a horse."

"Two days after Christmas I will expect you here to repay your dept Agreed?"

"I will be here kind sir." The old man and I shook hands, exchanged the money and shoes, nodded at each other and I pranced out of the shoe shop. After an hour on the road I looked down into my right hand and saw the most beautiful black ballet shoes were in my hand. I smiled the rest of the ay home, pushing all of my bad luck and sad memories out of my mind.


please please please review. i am writing this in school, so when i come home every day i should have something new. this one's for sissy