Last Sunday, I was with my friend at a movie theater at the Avengers. Endgame”. I have to admit that I’m not a big fan of comics and movies based on them, but Marek won those tickets in a radio contest and his girlfriend couldn’t (or didn’t want to) go with him. Although I must admit that special effects are impressive. There were a lot of people in the cinema that day and there was a huge crowd in front of the box office. As we squeezed through the crowd to pick up our tickets, I stepped on something. It turned out that there was a green low-top converse on the floor, on the left foot, with the shoelace untied. It looked like someone had lost that shoe in a crowd of people, I was just wondering why he didn’t try to come back for it. I picked up the shoe from the floor and gave it to the cashier when he was giving us tickets. We had already moved towards the projection rooms when I saw a boy, maybe 13 years old, trying to go to the box office when two colleagues grabbed his hands, laughing and teasing him. Then I noticed that this boy was wearing only one green low-top converse. The right one. On his left foot he wore only an orange sock with black toes and heel. Probably his friends didn’t let him look for his shoe right after he lost it.
I took part in a school cross-country race. The route ran in a forest near my school, circling the lake, the finish line was on the school school sports field. In my classification group (younger) sixty-four students ran, and the top five were promoted to regional competitions. I really wanted to get this promotion. The day was warm, so I thought it would be fun to run. I only forgot about the fact that it was raining almost all night…
The first part of the route was dry and quite easy. The trouble started at about two-thirds of the distance. Here the route was marked out along a quite wide road and there was a lot of mud. And some puddles turned out to be quite deep. And in one of those ankle deep puddles of mud my right shoe got stuck. For a moment I hesitated what I should do now. But if I came back for that lost shoe, I’d lose a lot of time and I could just forget about the promotion. So I kept running, in one shoe and only a sock on another foot. Just before the finish line there were a lot of kids cheering on the runners and I saw them laughing when they saw me running without a shoe. When I crossed the finish line it turned out that I was in my group…. on the sixth place! Sixth one! What a bad luck. Not only was I the first of the losers, but what’s worse I lost one shoe. What was even worse was that I couldn’t find my lost shoe anymore, alhought after the end of the run I went to look for it.
Last night I had a very realistic dream. I dreamed that together with my friend Michal, going to school, we left a little earlier to go round the road and go to the river. (sometimes we do it in reality). We walked slowly, occasionally kicking small pebbles, talking and watching the wild ducks, when I suddenly looked at my watch and shouted, “We have only ten minutes to start the first lesson!” We started to run, as fast as we could, but we were so far away from school that it was obvious that we would not make it on time. So we started shortcuts. But there are allotments on the river, so we had to cross the fence, hoping that we would not come across one of the owners. Unfortunately, it happened. We were already near the edge of the gardens when we heard someone shouting angrily, asking what we were doing here. I looked back and saw a man running towards us. We could only do one thing – run even faster than before, that he would not catch us. We got the fences, almost two meters high, and quickly climbed over – and we breathed a sigh of relief. And then I noticed that during my escape I lost one shoe. I looked back and saw that it was right under the fence, unfortunately, on the other side. Normally I would go back to get my shoe back, but that man was already very close and would catch me … and the lessons would only start in five minutes. So I just ran after Michał to school, leaving my lost shoe in that garden plot. And although we were in a hurry, we were a little late and we entered the class after the bell. Of course, someone immediately pointed at my feet – on the right one I only had a blue sock – and shouted “Look, Emil becomes Cinderella” and everyone started laughing. I blushed, I sat in my seat.
Then I woke up.
Yesterday I wore to school my blood-red, low top converse shoes. During the third lesson I noticed, that left one came untied. I thought that I would lace my shoe up on the break. But right before the end of the lesson, at my school a fire alarm was announced. Everyone had to be evacuate from the building. The class, in which I had a lesson, was on the second floor (european). A stairwell is quite wide, but in that moment was also very crowded and everyone were in a hurry. When I ran downstairs, somebody in the crowd stepped on my heel and pulled my left shoe off my foot. I could not do nothing. There was no chance to come back for my lost shoe. When I glanced backwards, even I didn’t see it. I could only to g downstairs with others, wearing only gray no-show sock on my left foot. This way I reached to the football pitch, wearing only one shoe.
When we ran, nobody kept an eye on such things, but when we already waited for the announcement of the director, other boy noticed that I had but one shoe and pointed on my feet to other ones. So they started lauging and teasing me. Soon they announced that it had been a training alert and we can come back to the school. I thought that I would find my lost shoe on a stairwell, where I lost it. But it turned out, that my blood-red converse vanished. But it turned out, that my blood-red converse vanished. I went to the caretaker, thinking that my shoe were in the lost and found box. But it turned out that my shoe is not there either. I tried to find it on staircase again, but but finally I had to go to the class still wearing only my right shoe. And I had to spent rest of my schoolday that way. Worst of all, I also had to went back home still wearing only one shoe.
Last friday, my school’s corridor, a break between second and third lesson that day. I was in our school’s shop to buy a new pen (that one I used just broke). But when the bell rings, I was still in the shop. So I started to run back to my class, trying not to be late for my lesson. When I’d been running upstairs, I slipped at some moment and fell down the stairs. I got up and it turned out that i lost my right shoe. I looked back and I saw some kid, picking my shoe up off the floor and throwing it with all his strengh! So i immediately lost my shoe from my sight. I try to look for my shoe, but i couldn’t found it. So I reached the my class not only late, but with one shoe as well. Worst of all, that Mrs. Burska called me also to the blackboard! Everyone in my class saw me walking one-shoed. So, they laughed at me a lot that day, because I had to spent three lessons more wearing one shoe and only brown sock on my other foot. Finally, My shoe was given to the lost and found box.
Of course, I have boots in dressing room, but it is not allowed to wearing boots at school.
It is still very warm here, and when yesterday, at Christmas Eve I went to the Midnight Mass, i’d been wearing my dress shoes instead of boots, as usually in december. I had a place on the bench at the side nave.
Everything was fine until it came time Holy Communion. But when I’d been going back and wanted to
take my place on the bench, I tripped over the other boy’s feet (he had them on the pew). I thought I would fall down, but fortunately it did not happen. Less happily, my shoe fell off my foot and landed somewhere on the floor. I looked back, but I could not saw it.
I could only take my place as if nothing had happened. I spent the rest of the Mass without my right shoe, hoping that nobody would notice. The floor of the church is made of stone, my foot was cold quickly, so I put it on the top of my shod one. Of course, the boy, who was sitting next to me on the right side, he noticed that I only have one shoe. I saw that he suppresses a giggle, but he said nothing. After the end of the cowherd I had to pass him, so he could go to the main aisle. He said very quietly, “”What a bad luck.”” I started can seek my lost shoe. I found it under the bench before that my one.
I was coming back from school. In the rain, that started raining while my last lesson this day. It was raining pretty hard, so I quickly soaked. I saw that coming a tram and that id a green light for pedestrians, so I started to run as fast as I could, so that I could go across the street to the tram stop before the light turns red. And suddenly – my left shoe fell out of my foot. First I wanted to go after it, but then the light turned red and the cars immediately started to drive. I could only get away on the sidewalk, one shoe on, one shoe off. I stood there, with one sneaker and soaked through olive sock on my left other foot. I no longer thought about catching the tram. Somebody said, “”What bad luck!”” Someone else, some kid from my school, he began to laugh and said, “”Hey, Cinderella-boy, you have lost something!””. Finally, again I had the green light, and I could recover my lost shoe. But it was completely destroyed and unwearable, so I went back to the tram stop. I rode home by the next tram, wearing one gray sneaker and only an olive sock on my left foot. Others stared at my feet all the time.