The Story Of Roxy And Her Smashing (sic) Shoes

The clouds shrouded the dim afternoon sun, leaving the classroom dark and dusky. Several girls were scattered around the classroom, some in little clumps, others sitting alone, contemplating the afternoon ahead. Music was playing, but it was quiet, barely noticeable. The room was still, a vacuum of silence. Except for two girls, the degenerates, the freaks, one wearing over-sized court shoes, and stumbling across the room, looking suspiciously manly, the other pirouetting badly in shredded, tippexed-over ballet-esque shoes. They were learning to dance, stomping and galumphing like elephants stuck in slowly engulfing quick-sand, being subsumed in a gloopy mess that was actually the rough carpet. They weren't elephants, these girls. Just very bad at dancing.

The dancing stopped suddenly. One of the girls kicked her legs into the air, sending the massive court shoes flying over the computer, over the desk, over the chairs and rather near to the rubbish bin. The other shoe quickly followed suit, landing on its side. The other girl kicked hers, too, the insoles flapping like the wings of a hungry bat, fighting for food on a dark night. The first girl picked up a shoe, and in a streak of ingeniusness, threw the shoe at the recycling bin. A crash was heard, and the shoe missed the bin - narrowly. The other girl, deciding this was a good idea, joined in, sending shoes flying through the air. There was something beautiful about the way the shoe arched as it soared through the dust-filled air.

Roxy picked up the shoe, and stared at the bin, her eyes glittering with sheer determination. She raised her arm, and, in what seemed like slow motion, hurled the shoe at her aim. It glided into the air. It arched high, high above the heads of the onlookers. The spectators stared open mouthed - was it going to make it? Would the shoe reach its destination? A single, loud smash answered this question.

No.

Pieces of glass were shot towards the crowd, glass splintered and smashed, leaving a mass of sparkling shards all over the carpet. The audience raised their heads as one, each fixing their eyes in horror at the poster frame which had been shattered. The shoe had hit the ground, bringing huge triangles of the glass with it.

And then everyone absolutely pissed themselves laughing.