Dont get carried away by the title of this story. There’s no glass shoe nor a prince charming in this story. Umm.. Or maybe there is! But surely no stepmom or wicked stepsisters.
When I was in first grade I had this horrible habit of kicking off my shoes while I was seated at my desk. At the same time I had ANOTHER habit of knocking my feet against the table legs with shoes on (Well, thats another story and a short one too coz it ended quite soon when I felt the slap of my teacher’s wooden ruler against my calf muscles 
). Back to my cinderella story. I’d kick of my shoes in class and wear them on whenever I wished. This continued for several days and always had a happy ending. Everyday but this day! As soon as the dismissal bell rang, I reached my little legs from the chair to the floor to feel my shoes. 1 shoe found and enters my foot. Since my foot wasnt able to find my second shoe I look down from my chair to see if its anywhere near. NO! Bewildered I get up from my chair and look under my desk and everybody else’s desk but no sign of my shoe! 
Classmates are busy wearing their bags to rush outta class and I ask each person, “Hey, Have you seen my shoe?” I’m given that “WHAT!” kinda look. Some search for it along with me but no sign of my shoe. There’s not much time left and if we all kept searching for the shoe we’d miss our school buses home. So sadly with a shoe & sock on one leg, and only sock & no shoe on the other leg I wear my school bag & get outta class.
My class was on the first floor.
Climbing down the stairs I see ppl staring at my feet..
Walkin outta the building I see ppl stare at my feet..
Climbing the high steps of my school bus I see.. aaah.. This is where Prince charming enters.
Prince was my neighbour and a tall guy, but just a year or two elder.
I wish,” Pls, pls, pls, let him not look at my feet. He’ll tell every1 in his house n my house too. I’ll be laughed at.. NO! PLS..”
Prince: Hey! Where’s your shoe?
Ignoring his question I go to my seat. Tears roll out uncontrollably outta my eyes. I wished my bustop would never come, but it did! Sigh! I wait for everyone to disembark so that chances of people seeing my missing shoe are less. When I finally get down those steps I see Prince charming and his mother (hu usually wud drop n pick him up from the bustop) waiting for me.
Prince: See mom, she lost her shoe. She hasn’t talked to any1 in the bus, just cried until we reached here.
Me to myself:(What! Did he see me cryin in the bus! But I was just letting tears roll out!)
His mom (fairy godmother): Oh, thats ok sweetie.. Just go home.
Again with a shoe just on one foot and almost limping with the other I try to walk home. On reaching the door of my house I realise I need some time alone, to cry 
. So I walk to the back of our house and find our garage door open. I sit in the garage for sometime, spending quality time alone. I wish atleast some1 notices me, and soon a neighbouring aunt(fairy godmother no.2) goes and tells my mom that her daughter is crying in the garage.
Enter mom, and she’s taken aback by me acting so strange for just losing a shoe.. Ofcourse how wud she know all the trouble I went through to get home from class?
Next day I go to school with my new pair of shiny black shoes on. A boy who just sits behind me in class approaches me with a concerned look and asks,”Did you find your shoe?”
Me: No. It’s lost.
Boy: Come with me. He leads me to the end of the class where there are heavily curtained windows and pulls the curtain of one such window, points below and says, “See! That’s where I hid it!”
****** curtain falls ******
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