I walked out of the shop feeling proud. My birthday was like two days ago and i was 13, so i got quite a bit of money. So me and my mum went spending on clothes and shoes and stuff. I went into Primark, straight to the shoes i headed. There was some lovely beige coloured , payton brogues. I tried them on, size 4-5. Yes i have small feet. They were too big, size 3? Nope still too big, size two? oh my god, they were in he kids bit, i couldnt go over there,'lets go over there then poppet' said mum dragging me there. But as that I felt really good! But as I tried them on.... The tree meanest girls in school walked in! I went bright red in the face. They laughed and pointed as that I dropped the shoes and ran down the escalator. Mum quickly grabbed the shoes and bought them then ran down after me. She was about to go looking for me and she saw me sitting outside the shop on the bench with my head in my hands, mum rubbed my back and as I popped my head up she give me a reassuring smile. Off home we went.
