After becoming molded and decorated into a Nike sneaker I was shipped to America. Land of the free! It took two days to get there and I was boarded onto another ship. This time I was not moving and felt more secure. It took only a week to be put onto the shelves into a Nike store and less then two days to be purchased. My life was moving so fast that I could not believe it. I was not sure what a shoe did but so found out...the hard way. I saw the foot coming and wondering what it was doing coming at me with such a high speed. Boom! The foot stepped right on me filling my body with a heavy weight. It took me only five minutes to realize what I was made for. I was going to make my owner the best runner that there was.
We practiced for weeks together training for a twenty-six mile marathon through New York City. When it was finally time for the big race I was ready to go! I gave my owner everything I had and helped in finish it to the end! We did it! I was in such excitement that I had a purpose in life. He took me off that night when we got home and set me by the front door, boy was I tired. As I began to relax chomp! His dog tore me apart. I was all over the place! In his stomach, the living room the kitchen. My owner was devastated upon seeing me as such a wreck. He cleaned my parts up and we parted our ways. I was no in the recycling bin.
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