Author – John
I’m in class last week and I’m wearing timberlands . I don’t usually like to wear boots to school but I didn’t care today and because it was a lazy day and my boots are ragged and used for work. There dirty Inside and out and make my socks really dirty and smelly. the laces are barely tied on one boot because my buddy’s dog tore my boot off my foot and chewed on the lace on another occasion. That’s whole other story in itself. I sit in the back row and there’s a boy in the front who i think likes feet just as much as I do. I didn’t have much of a clue of that then but I was relaxing and stretching my feet out . He always teases me and jokes that someday I’ll lose my boot if it’s not tied on tight. I didn’t really think much of it and I knew he wouldn’t try anything during class. Well on this day I had forgot I had owed him some money from the day before and he felt obligated when the teacher wasnt looking; to reach back and grip my boot heal while still acting like he was working on his assignment. I knew he got a kick out of this and some of the other classmates just giggled and stared at his antics . I was completely caught off guard and it was getting more embarrassing by the moment. If I told the teacher we would probably both get in trouble for disrupting the class . He knew I owed him but I couldn’t believe he was really trying to pay him self with my boot .. I didn’t find this amusing. Lucky for him he was tugging on the heal of the boot with the torn lace. My foot was practically wet from sweat because of how thin my socks were, my boot felt like it was sliding off like butter. It was a fight to keep it on. He knew what he wanted and he wasn’t giving it up . He had a smile on his face and I was just embarrassed. People were giggling still and the teacher looked around the room and was curious about the small commotion she heard. After not seeing anything of interest it got quiet and she went back to her work. He was still tugging on my boot and I was resisting but all the while my foot was coming out of the boot more and more . I finally pushed up on the boot and got my foot wedged in there a bit better and he saw that and reached around quietly and began to fully unlace my boot . At that point he tugged very lightly and the boot slid off into his hand. I immediately retracted my socked foot and hid it behind my other booted foot. My boots were ragged and worn so the smell from the other boot coming off was in the air . I knew he was getting a kick out of this. I could tell the other students were eyeing my feet up and it was embarrassing showing off my white socked sole. I noticed he kept the boot in his desk and acted like not much happened. He knew we had to present this day and he wanted to see me up at the class room in one boot and a socked foot. I had no choice but go up and present in my shoeless state. It was humiliating and the teacher didn’t know what to say . Not to mention they could probably smell my foot funk. When I got back to my desk I noticed my boot was wedged in his desk anymore. My heart dropped because I had a feeling I wasn’t going to get my boot back now . He told me at the end of class he was keeping it as a souviner untill I payed him his money and even then he still might keep it at interest. I Could not believe this .