Narrator: Black Ninja Star apologizes profusely for not updating this fic. It's just that she can't talk right now.
Black Ninja Star: *spits gag out* Thanks a lot for tying me up.
Narrator: No problem.
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Chapter 3: Walking back
Narrator: Poor Lita. She had to walk back home to return the shoes.
Lita: I really liked them. They seemed to suit me.
Voice: Don't return me.
Lita: *looking around* Where did that voice come from?
Narrator: The shoes that were in her hand hopped down on the pavement and looked up to her with pleading eyes.
The shoes: Please don't return me.
Narrator: Lita looked puzzled. Why was her shoes talking to her?
Lita: What do you mean?
The shoes: I was going to be thrown out until you bought me.
Lita: *blinks* Am I going crazy?
Narrator: If you're shoes are talking to you, you are going crazy
Lita: Thanks a lot.
Narrator: No problem.
The shoes: I was made out of leftovers from other shoes. If you look closer, you could see them.
Narrator: Lita bend down closer and sure enough, it was made of leftover bits of shoes. She even saw a Nike label.
The shoes: When the shoemaker finished making me, I was really happy because I was different. When the other shoes looked at me for the first time, they laughed at me and called me names. So if you return me, they will be right and harrass me.
LIta: I don't like bullies, whether they are human or made of leather. I guess I'm a sucker for helpless souls. Come on, I'll take you home.
Narrator: So Lita, who has went off the deep end in my opinion, decided not to carry the shoes back.
The shoes: You are really kind.
A/N: I forgot to mention this in the last chapter. I do own the ten commandments of shoes.
Lita: No one calls me crazy and gets away with it. *runs after Narrator with high-heel shoe*
Narrator: Eeep! *runs*
Stay tuned!
Black Ninja Star: *spits gag out* Thanks a lot for tying me up.
Narrator: No problem.
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Chapter 3: Walking back
Narrator: Poor Lita. She had to walk back home to return the shoes.
Lita: I really liked them. They seemed to suit me.
Voice: Don't return me.
Lita: *looking around* Where did that voice come from?
Narrator: The shoes that were in her hand hopped down on the pavement and looked up to her with pleading eyes.
The shoes: Please don't return me.
Narrator: Lita looked puzzled. Why was her shoes talking to her?
Lita: What do you mean?
The shoes: I was going to be thrown out until you bought me.
Lita: *blinks* Am I going crazy?
Narrator: If you're shoes are talking to you, you are going crazy
Lita: Thanks a lot.
Narrator: No problem.
The shoes: I was made out of leftovers from other shoes. If you look closer, you could see them.
Narrator: Lita bend down closer and sure enough, it was made of leftover bits of shoes. She even saw a Nike label.
The shoes: When the shoemaker finished making me, I was really happy because I was different. When the other shoes looked at me for the first time, they laughed at me and called me names. So if you return me, they will be right and harrass me.
LIta: I don't like bullies, whether they are human or made of leather. I guess I'm a sucker for helpless souls. Come on, I'll take you home.
Narrator: So Lita, who has went off the deep end in my opinion, decided not to carry the shoes back.
The shoes: You are really kind.
A/N: I forgot to mention this in the last chapter. I do own the ten commandments of shoes.
Lita: No one calls me crazy and gets away with it. *runs after Narrator with high-heel shoe*
Narrator: Eeep! *runs*
Stay tuned!
