The Boy Needs New Shoes

Among the numerous things we've needed to pay and get over the past few months to get caught up on life, just found out today that my 14 year old needs new shoes. His favorite slip on pair that he's had for quite a while has finally met their death and have a big hole in the sole of the heel. And ironically I found a pair he'd love that are Nightmare Before Christmas Shoes, but $60 is a bit steep, don't you think?

And it's not that he needs new shoes. I bought him a pair for boxing at the beginning of the summer, but their not slip on shoes and he absolutely refuses to wear them for school, so what's a mom to do? Sigh Maybe I will put them on his Christmas Wish List, otherwise this Insane Writer isn't going to be able to afford them.




Joy Smith also known as The Insane Writer, is the author of the Sci-Fi novel, The Generation. You can email her at silent_beautie@yahoo.com She can also be found on Twitter @theinsanewriter.



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Running

He walked carefully in his MBT shoes, his steps as silent as a ninja creeping up on his enemy. He knew the consequences if he was to get caught, but she mattered to him. She always did and he couldn't stand to watch her get hurt by him.

His best friend was an asshole, always putting her down and walking away from her when she tried to get closer. How could he not see her for who she truly was? How could he ignore her when she gave much more than she asked.

He watched and listened to the conversation that was still taking place. "I want you to listen to me." He heard his best friend say.
"Okay." She replied her head hung down like a dog being shamed by his master.

"I don't give a damn if your whole damn body is in severe pain. You are to stay out of my aspirin. It's mine not yours!" He watched his best friend's annoyance suddenly turn to anger and he feared for her.
"I'm sorry." He could hear the pain in her voice. Suddenly his stomach dropped as he watched his best friend draw back a fist. And then he was running towards them in fear praying he would make it before that fist made contact. Praying he wouldn't kill the man he'd known since childhood because if he did he'd make damn sure they'd never find the body.