The bell rang. I meandered through the crush of kids to my locker, located in the best spot- by the cafeteria, on the way to the gym, and not too far from my home room. I shoved my backpack in, grabbed my binders and slammed the door. I set my lock- just in case, and walked off. As I turned, I overheard a conversation between two of the “rich kids” in my class.
“I absolutely love your shoes! Where did you get them?!”
The second girl replied, “I custom ordered this pair so I would have sneakers with our school colours. I just added them to my collection. Mom’s mad at me because my sneakers won’t fit in my closet anymore.”
I looked down at my just-washed sneakers with faded stains. I worked so hard to clean last year’s K-Swiss. I loved those sneakers! I sighed, straightened my new t- shirt, and trudged to home room and the welcoming smile of Mrs. D.