Shoe Hatred(Emily Elizabeth Anderson) In the dark closet there were many shoes. Boots, sandals, heels. All divided into their different sections, making each feel superior to the other. Sitting in the middle of the crowd, a pair of boots and a pair of flip-flops argued.
“I’m much better than you are,” the boot said snobbishly.
“In your dreams,” the flip-flops retorted, “I’m better than you’ll ever be.”
“Oh is that so? Name one way you’re better.”
“When someone wears me, they can show off their cute pink toenails.”
“But what if their nails are painted?” the boots questioned.
“Then wearing me would make them want to get their nails painted and who doesn't love that?” the flip-flops squealed joyfully.
“Yeah, well, what if someone has really gross looking feet? Then they wouldn’t want to wear you; you show too much off.”
“Oh yeah, well, what’s so good about you huh?” the flip-flops said.
“Well, first off, I’m so much cuter than you. You're just a piece of rubber and I actually have different designs on me.”
“That’s not that special,” the flip-flops said defensively.
“AND I have more support so your feet don’t hurt after wearing me for a long time,” the boots said, knowing they won the argument. All of a sudden the door flung open and, standing in the doorway, was the owner of all these different shoes. All of the shoes began to get excited, hoping that they would get picked and worn. The pair of boots was positive that they would get picked. After some thought, the owner grabbed a pair of tennis shoes and walked out of the closet.
“Looks like I’m the better shoe, losers!” the tennis-shoe yelled at the two shoes left on the floor.
“I guess we're not the best shoes,” the flip-flops said sadly.
“Oh, were the best shoes,” the boots responded, “and now there’s one big thing we can both agree on.”
“What’s that?”
“Tennis shoes are stupid and smelly.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” From then on, the two shoes were best friends, agreeing that they were the best shoes and bonding over their hate for the tennis shoes.

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