The Jordan’s Story
By Tylia Flores
It was a sunny day when me and my home attendant, Shenae who is short, sweet, kind and loving with caramel skin and with dark brown eyes decided to take a nice, long stroll to the Mall. When we got to the mall all of a sudden we passed by the shoe store named “finish line” and then I saw this pair of black and purple Jordan sneakers were calling my name, it was like an illusion like they were talking to me; saying “Tylia I know you want me on your feet, come and get it”. At that moment I just knew I had to get those sneakers. I fell in love with them as if I got hit with the love bug as they felt so good on my feet and as they continued talking to me. As I was indecisive whether to buy them or not, the assistant at the store was trying to persuade me which worked really well cause he was like a cartoon with a big bald head saying “you know you want them, look they fit you so well, you don’t have to ask your mom for permission just swipe your credit card right here on my lovely machine and they will be all yours”. As I was looking down at my purse I could hear my credit card talking to me, saying, “use me, use you donate $10 to cancer every time you use me”. As time went on my home attendant kept reminding you need to call mom and that’s exactly what I ended up doing. So I called mom and I was like “mom, mom, I saw these cool sneakers and I wanted to ask if I could get them”; mom gladly replied and said “yes Ty you can”.