We are learning to write a recount that has a title, an orientation (beginning) with Who What When Where and Why, a middle that has all of the events in chronological order, and a conclusion (ending) that has a hint that it is the ending and gives an evualtion.
A Holiday In The Life Of A Shoe
It was a nice sunny Wednesday, and I was sitting on a shelf talking to all of my shoe friends and then all of a sudden I heard THUMP THUMP THUMP!!!! ‘Ahhhhh’ we all screamed, I was a human girl running towards the shelf I was on, she picked Tammy my friend and the human said, ‘ewwwwww, that colour looks like vomit’ and so she put down the screaming Tammy, and looked right at me.
After a long silence I got picked up ‘ These ones are PERFECT’ The girl said. I can not describe the feeling I felt when she said I was ‘PERFECT’ it felt so amazingly amazing but as she put me on the counter I looked across the room at Tammy, and she looked back at me, the expression on her face made me feel like the worst shoe friend in the world.
When we walked out of the shop the girl put me on and started running around, it was amazing, I had never been outside before, then she got in a big metal thing called a car and we went to a big house, the girl got dropped off to my owners cousins house and the mum got out and went inside with a littler girls. Then another human girl, about the same size came running out yelling stuff to my owner, it was sooooo loud I needed to block my ears / lace holes making the girl fall into mud when she started walking, she got up and tied my laces and walked up some stairs and took me off leaving me dirty and cold. For ages all I did was wait for her to come running out the door and put me on, but she never came.
I must've fallen asleep, because when I woke up I was in the car again not on anyone's feet but in the back of the car and I heard the mum saying I needed a wash. ‘But they’re brand new’ said the girl
‘I know, but they look like a pig has worn them.’
‘At least they’ll match my room.’ giggled the girl to her sister.
And that was all I really heard, because I started to think about Tammy and wondering if she had found a home and there was also the thought that I was going to be washed, when I was at the store, many, many, many shoes had come in looking like the dead, soleless, tongueless, and laceless from being washed, would that happen to me?
As soon as we got home I was carried by my laces, which hurt so much, but I knew it was useless to try telling the big tall human to put me down because I knew their ears couldn't pick up the frequency we spoke in. The human put me into a big metal thing called a washing machine and closed the lid. It was pitch black so I couldn't even see my laces in front of my eyes. Then all of sudden it made a loud noise, it started filling up with water and spinning around so fast my soul came right out, my tongue swelled up and my laces tangled around me, I felt like I was dieing.
After….. Um……that, I got taken out and hung on a line by my laces, and I shouted to the human, ‘ so you put me in a pit of death for 10 years and then you just hang me here to die’ and then a familiar voice said ‘ um, hi, just so you know it was a washing machine not a pit of death and I was 10 minutes not 10 years.’
‘TAMMY!’ I shouted ‘how are you here’
‘It's a long story, but your owner has a little sister, and she bought me a few hours after you left.’
‘Well then… I'm officially the happiest shoe ever.
Finally we got taken down and carried inside. We spent the rest of the holidays being talking and being taken for runs, even when it was dark and everyone was asleep, we would talk and tell each other the stories of how we were brought over and over again. I think the only way to describe the spring holiday is…. Awesome! By Faith
