Dancing Shoes

5.

My first thought was I left them in my room while I was rushing out. How fortunate. Of all the times I could’ve left my shoes at home.

I had to call my mom. She answered the phone after two tries. “Mom! I need you to bring me my shoes.” I exclaimed.

“THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!” She gets the message and runs to my room. She finds the shoes and then heads en route for the school.

If she got here in time, I’d owe her for life. That would be the save of the year. Fingers are double crossed.