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My Life According to Shoes
Take a look around
Don't you see it
See that you are the only real face in the room
No one here has a clue what you're feelin'
Don't feel bad
Keep your sadness alive
~ "Misery", Good Charlotte
Alien
I was in a new world, a place where I was a complete stranger. No, that's a lie. I was more than a stranger, but of another species entirely. You know how in sci-fi stuff, the aliens wonder how humans tell each other apart, like to them we all look alike. That's how I felt, entirely alien on a strange planet filled with Aeropostle, Abercrobie, bleached blondes, and Rainbows. They all looked so alike, and... I was lost.
The school tried to get me involved, and the doppelgangers seemed friendly enough. It's just that as soon as someone introduced themself to me, I almost immediately forgot who they were, so I found myself talking to the guys instead. They, I could mostly tell apart. They didn't bleach their hair, and read the same magazines about same clothes, and put on the same make-up, and didn't talk in the same slightly irritating voice.
I also discovered the true value of shoes.
Lifeline
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So everyone looks alike, right? The easiest way I discovered to find kindred spirits amongst the doppelgangers, was to simply look down. People, clothing, they all run together, but shoes stand out. So if I looked down across the sea of Rainbows (which are flip-flops, FYI, and the footwear of choice amongst the preps across America), I just might find a lifeline.
Female
Kyla was the first girl that I could distinguish from the masses. She was wearing a pair of Rocket Dogs, which so happen to be my second favorite shoe brand next to Chuck Taylors. She had been sick and had been absent the first few days that I was at Emory High. After her feet came into my view, I looked up and saw someone who was neither blonde or over made-up, and wore a t-shirt imprinted with an anime character I adored. I knew right away that I had found a friend.
~Mary

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