I wrote this for a Writing/ Speech class presentation (and got an A, I might add). So I came across it and decided to put it up on here. Please review, I like them. For those of you who are also on fanfiction, I'm .Heart (W.A.H.) on there. Enjoy.

New Socks

One day you realize that your socks of 3 months have been looking terribly ragged. So, you start your journey to the mall, shouting at the air head who took your parking space. Once you find another, you enter the mall, thoroughly irritated. This was supposed to be a Saturday. Any rational dictionary would describe this as they day you should be outside tanning or at least inside watching TV, not shopping for socks.

“Hello there!” an old lady said, holding up the lethal perfume bottle. “May I interest you in our newest fragrance?”

And although you say, quiet clearly, no, she sprays you anyway. Now you smell like an old lady.

You reach the sock corner and pick out a cute pair with ducks on them. After making your purchase, you pull them on and realize that your shoes don’t go with them. Although you have had them on merely nine seconds, you two have formed a relationship. Deciding that the socks are not pure evil, but a gift from above, you go shopping for shoes, on the pretense that you are already in the mall, so what’s the harm? In Pac Sun, you find a perfect pair that accents Robert’s ducks very well. Yes, you have decided to name the socks, they will be with you a while. The new shoes show that your jeans are looking a bit ratty and, still having money from your birthday, you decide to look for new ones. In the process of going to the dressing rooms a miraculous thing happens. The sun radiates off of a car window, the beam reflecting off of a dental instrument and onto a shirt. In the corner of the store, all the people are going “Ah” in heavenly tones. You shoot them a glance and they stop. But, out of instinct, you go over to the top, taking in its beauty. You know it must have been meant to be if the light radiated off a dental instrument. It is your size so you try it on, thinking that there can only be things gained. The shirt fits like a dream and looks great with your new jeans, shoes and Robert.

After making your purchases, you depart form the mall, feeling great ‘cause, hey, you’re wearing new socks! Along with other clothes.

You get home, thoroughly happy, and realize that your room is a mess. No, you think, that wont work. Your life has been changed and the messy room is not part of it. So, causing your mom to have a heart attack in the process, you decide to clean it up. Just as you finished, you see your math book sitting on the desk . You feel guilty, ignoring your homework like that. I have new socks on, so I will do my homework, you think. I’ll feel great afterwards! And, indeed, you do. A bit preppy, but good. Your life is on track, and you have new socks on.

In this rush of happiness, you decide to apply for Harvard. You have complete confidence in yourself, and so does Robert. The last question on the application is easy- Why do you want to attend Harvard? You laugh at this question. “That is so easy,” you say aloud. You sharpen your pencil out and, in your best handwriting, put down- “I want to attend Harvard because I feel great today, I have new socks on! And, the fact that you are a great school, or so I have heard, doesn’t hurt much either.” Putting on your new shoes over Robert, you go to mail it.

And now you wait, still feeling marvelous about yourself. You haven’t gotten a detention since Robert came into your life and your grades have gone up.

Then, the day comes when the replies to the applications come back. You look out your window, Robert on your feet. Spotting the mailbox, you take a closer look. The flag is down. You race out of the house, forgetting all about shoes. Off the porch you fly, your socks tearing and getting dirty. Onto the walkway that is made out of cement and rocks your feet carry you, lacerating your poor, beloved duck socks. For once you are not thinking about them. Skidding to the mail box you practically rip the door off. Grabbing the stack, you throw bills and junk mail out of the pile and they are picked up by the wind. Then, you get to an envelope that has Harvard as the return address. It’s the thick one. All dignity forgotten, you jump up and down, your woeful socks getting steadily dirtier. Ripping the top off the parcel your eyes scan the letter. They meet and comprehend the words. “Congratulations, your name here, you have been accepted to Harvard!”

Your face breaks into a smile and you look down at your feet, silently thanking Robert for getting you this far. Then, you see them. The poor things are in tatters, dirty and ripped. Tears come to your eyes when you think of the happy moments that you have shared together. The dryer- seeing him spinning and laughing, having a great time.

Meeting Seana’s socks- they had a blast together.

Not to mention the bike rides in the park- he loved the trees.

Pulling yourself together, you think, “I guess I’m just going to have to buy new socks.”

Celine DeLoup