Inanimate Object

Nina Ferrer Professor Susan Chapman English 111 21 February 2013 The darkness is slowly scaring me making me feel overwhelmed. I fuckt verify anything. I feel suffocated and musty with all these cutes stocked next to me and on top of me. Ive been here for so long and I feel so hopeless and useless. Then suddenly a bright light shines on me and I finally feel free from this very comfortless home. I be castch someone would open this lid on top of me so I can breath in fresh line of business. But here I am staying strong and just patiently waiting.Then suddenly, I am lifted, opened, and place on top of a flat surface. I feel so spooky. I am hearing human voices. My wish is granted. It is my cadence, and I am free My thoughts are running, I wonder if this little boy will pick me. My skin food color is black with a shade of silver and red. I have thick bottoms and have plenty of grip. I was make from China but I was made to improve performances, protect ankles, and give extra comf ort. I was created prepared. As my top is removed, the open air almost suffocated me. Just then I was lifted into the air and slammed onto he floor.Then suddenly for the first time, I feel human feet inside me. I am moving. Hes walking back and fourth with me and I can see my reflection through the mirror on the floor. I look handsome on his feet. Matching white socks would go so complete(a) with me. He took his feet off me, and before I can even prepare myself for what is ab come to the fore to happen, I am swung into the air, and slammed back inside the box. He still hasnt closed the lid, I can see the little boy staring at me with such an unsure face. I was tossed inside the box and the lid of the box is slammed, Ive been here before.As light shines on me, fresh air hits me again, and Im home. I am inside the little boys room. He finally took me out the box and he tried me on once again. Hes running around with me, jumping up and down. Ouch I am not apply to all this impact and pressure, although the boy is little. Hes looking at me through the mirror, and I can see that he has bought white socks as well. I am ecstatic, I do not want bare, smelly feet inside me. My possessor finally takes his feet out and puts me on the bed and walks away.Patiently waiting, the little boy comes in rushing, full of energy, and I can see him changing into basketball shorts and putting socks on. Then a sudden whip-lash, he grabs me and he slips his feet inside A-one fast. Hes running now, I can feel myself beingness stepped on, and I am also stepping on dirty floor. He runs outside, and this is my first time stepping on concrete, I hope I dont get creased or stepped on by other shoes. I am so nervous I can barely catch my breath. I can feel sweat and moist already surround my soles. We finally arrive at the park.I see my fellow basketball shoes all looking very sharp, but I believe nothing can compare to me I am the best, and I am here to make sure I protect my owners ank les and feet and to help him play better, and give him extra boost to hop and jump. As my owner is running, I see the ball being dribbled in front of me. As scared as I am as of now, I have to face this. This is my job. My owner and I just jumped. And before I knew it I was back on the ground. Here I am still keeping up and running. Ive gotten stepped on so many times. I am exhausted.Im moving left to right, and running back and fourth a full court so fast. I just want. I have so many scratches and dirt on me from all the other shoes. I hope my owner finishes playing already. Before I can take one final breath, he suddenly stopped and we started walking. Im guessing hes tired. I wish we can head home already. Finally, we arrive home. I am extremely weary and depleted, but my spirit is still strong. I feel so accomplished that although I was beaten up and left like this, Ive completed my main task to protect my owner, and at the same time make him look dear and keep him safe.As my o wner takes me off, I feel so much air coming inside, I can breath better, he picks me up and wipes me with a frigidness wet cloth. He puts me back in where I belong . The box is closed, and darkness once again overtakes me. Even though I am incognizant of when the next time I will step on the ground, hopefully soon, what I do know is that, Ive completed my main task. And instead of being in a dark room suffocated with other boxes, I am home, waiting for another adventure.