When I was in elementary school, I collected earrings. I had every type of earrings, gingerbread, snowmen, candycane, flowers, hearts, dolphins, and my favorite, purple flip-flop earrings. They dangled and they were light purple flip-flops with a dark purple flower. I wore those earrings every single day. I was known for having the biggest collection of earrings then but almost everyday I'd wear my purple flip-flop earrings.
One afternoon, before leaving my fourth grade class for the day, I realized that I was missing one of my purple flip-flop earrings. I grabbed my ear lobe and tugged, hoping that it would magically reappear. I searched the classroom frantically for the earring that would finish my favorite pair. I know it seems weird to be emotionally attached to an earring but I cried a little when I finally left the classroom. The next morning when I walked into the classroom I saw my purple flip-flop earring sticking out of the rug at the entrance of the classroom. I couldn't believe it; it was still there after the janitor probably cleaned the rug. I was so excited that I'd found it again.
this is really good.
ReplyDeletebut one thing, is in the beginning you repeated, and, also dont repeat you wore it every single day.
I liked the story and it was cool how you found it again.
ReplyDeleteYou could've elaborated more on the ending to show how excited you were.