New Shoes
by Joey, 8th grade
On our way to Alamo Shoes, no one said a word. We finally arrived and had to park across the street in a lot. Finding a place to park downtown was impossible. We walked into the store.
“What shoes are you getting, David?” I asked.
“I don’t know, how about you?”
“Maybe some basketball shoes,” I said not knowing yet. After meandering, I found what I wanted.
“These ones,” I told Grandpa. I strolled over to David and asked, “Did you decide on shoes?”
“Almost,” he said unkindly.
“I’m going to wait in the car,” I told Grandpa.
“All right,” he said. As I exited the building, I cautiously crossed the busy street. When I was in the car I laid down.
Finally they returned to the car. Grandpa started to roll down the window to put the ticket stub in the meter.
“Wait,” I said, “Can I put it in?”
“All right,” Grandpa said slowly. He handed it back to me and I rolled down the window. The meter was kind of far away from me, so I had to put my head and half my stomach out the car window to reach it. When I was finished putting the ticket stub in the meter, Grandpa started to roll up the window before my head could get in the car. My neck got stuck in between the window.
“Ow!” I yelled.
My brother saw me struggling and said to my grandpa, “Uh, Grandpa, Joey’s neck is stuck in the window.”
Grandpa said confused, “What, what are you talking about.” He tried to look behind him, but his seatbelt was strapped to him. After about 30 seconds, my grandpa rolled down the window. Once the window went down, I fell on the back seat, struggling to catch my breath.
David turns around and said calmly, “Are you okay?”
“Do you want to go to the hospital?” Grandpa said jokingly.
“No.” I thought he was serious. On the way home I eventually sat up and drank some water, which Grandpa always had when he was in his car. After drinking the water I was all right.
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