A note from the Author: This is one of my shorts stories that I've had for a long time. It was originally and English Essay but obviously devolved into something much worse. Although this uses I, I'm not in any way the character in this story. Any resemblance to anyone in real life is purely coincidental. I hope you enjoy the story :D
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| Baby Shoes |
It’s Tuesday and I begin my day the same as I have for 9 out of 12 of my years. I awake, shower, dress, and then wage an internal battle with myself, this battle is to whether or not I wear a pair of grimy baby booties. If I wear them I face the ridicule of a misunderstanding school, if I don’t then I have to face the consequence of being starved and locked in a dusty closet until I agree to wear the booties. On some days it’s a more difficult choice than on other but today I decided to wear the baby shoes without visible complaint.
As I walk into the kitchen my dad shouts “Hey, retard (his pet name for me) you like to wear those little baby booties don’t you?” This was followed by a gale of laughter.
I looked at the floor and muttered “yes, sir.” All of a sudden my dad stopped laughing and got this crazy look in his eye.