Kayla's Shoes

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Kayla's Shoes

Fiction by Nikita

There once was a girl named, Kayla. She lived in a small apartment with her mom and her sister, Danielle. They lived outside the bus route so they walked to school and everywhere else they had to go.
At school, Kayla was often teased about how slow she runs. Kayla was an excellent runner (she's also trying out for the track team), but her small, warned out running shoes made it hard for her to even jog. She tried to convince her mother to buy her new shoes so she would do well on the tryouts. Her mother sighed and replied, " I'm sorry Kayla, but right now we're trying to save money for a car. We need that more than you need new shoes. I'll get you new shoes next year. Okay." Kayla nodded and decided not to talk about it until her mother could afford it.
No matter where Kayla would go she would always be able to make friends. In 10th grade, the rumor of her running slow made her the most unpopular girl in school and made it hard for her to make friends. Her only friend is Danielle.
Another reason why she was the most unpopular girl in school is because she is known as a geek. She always did great on tests and would always help out the teachers. So in short some people were jealous of her.
One day as she was walking home with Danielle when she realized she forgot something. "You go on. I'll catch up with you later," Kayla said while heading back to the school. Danielle listened to her sister and started back for home.
When Kayla got what she needed, she went toward the main entrance (the one she and her sister usually used). When she came out she saw a little white tent near the street. "That's funny. I don't remember seeing that before," she said to herself as she slowly walked toward the tent.
A girl, (much like Kayla, but covered with warts all over) in a black cloak, stepped out from behind the tent. Inside the tent there was nothing except for a pair of running shoes that cost a fortune. The girl looked at Kayla and said, "You can have those shoes, if you give me something. Something like that ring," and pointed to the beautiful ring on Kayla's ring ringer. "Um, no. My grandmother gave it to me before she died. It's special to me," Kayla said with uncertainty. Kayla then walked toward the road looking back every 15 seconds.
On her way home, she kept thinking about how many friends she would have if she had given the girl the ring. "I hardly knew my grandmother. This ring isn't special to me. Tomorrow, I am going trade my ring for the shoes," Kayla said in a confident tone.
The next morning she left early, telling her mom that she had a club meeting to go to. When she found the tent she went inside. The girl popped out and said, "The last time we met, we didn't properly introduce ourselves. My name is Jessica." "My name is Kayla," Kayla said while gazing at the shoes,
"Jessica, I thought about it and I want to trade you my ring for the shoes," Kayla said still gazing at the shoes. Jessica stared at her and said, "I'll only take it if it is or was special to you." Kayla nodded and replied, "It was special to me," and handed Jessica her ring. Jessica looked at it in amazement and handed Kayla the shoes.
Later on that day when she tried out for the track team, she was faster than anybody else and of course made the team.
When she went to her locker, the most popular girl in school, Chelsea, asked her, " Kayla, I'm having a party tonight at seven. Can you come?" "Yeah, of course I can," Kayla replied in a cheerful voice. "Remember, seven o'clock," Chelsea yelled as she walked away.
When Kayla was getting ready for the party she realized that her face was covered with warts. While Kayla was thinking how she had gotten the warts, she was getting a headache. The next thing she knew, she was throwing the running shoes into the fire. At that time she had a splitting headache and decided to lie down.
When she woke up, it was 7:30 A.M. She had her grandmother's ring on her finger. She had no warts on her face. Kayla looked in the corner and saw her old running shoes. "It must have all been a dream," Kayla said to herself.
Chelsea called a couple of hours later and asked her why she didn't come to the party. Kayla replied, "I don't know," and hung up.
"If the shoes and warts were all a dream then how come I am still friends with Chelsea," Kayla whispered to herself. And today it is still a mystery to Kayla, who is 55 years old.

Nikita, Age 12
Posted 5/21/2002