典范8-8dangerous trianers

Dangerous trainers Thud thud thud My big brother’s got some new trainers. He wears them all the time.

Thud, thud, thud! When he runs upstairs in them the whole house shakes. Mum shouts, “stop that

noise!”My brother’s new trainers are big and puffy and purple. They’ve got soles as thick as tractor tyres.

Clump, clump.He’s clumping to his bedroom.‘gangway!’he shouts. I have to squash myself

against the wall, so my feet don’t get crushed. “i hate your horribletrainers!”i tell him. “they’re dangerous.’

But he just clumps downstairs again. Thud, thud, thud. The front door slams. Thank goodness-

he’s gone out. It’s nice and peaceful now. I can lie here on the floor and read my book.

Stomp, stomp, stomp. The floor begins to tremble. Is a herd of elephants heading this way No, it’s the new

trainers. Here they come again-like great, purple, crushing machines. “mind my book. You’re trampling on it!”

My big brother throws hisself into a chair. He props his big purple feet up on one another.

“i can’t see the telly now! It’s my favourite programme. Your trainers are in the way!”. Mum says: “those new trainers are a menace! Take them off in the house. ”

But my brother says, “i love my new trainers.

They are great, i am never going to take them off ! Not ever!”“then do up those dangly laces”sighs mum. “you’ll break your neck!”. But my brother just clumps outside. His long laces dangle behind him. And

his monster trainers squash all the little daisies on the grass.

I hate those new trainers. They should be banned. My brother even wants to go to bed in his new trainers. But mum says: “i’ve never heard of

anything so silly. Take them off. ” . So he climbs up to his top bunk bed. He throws down his new trainers. Whump, whump, so they land near my bottom bunk bed.

Mum switches off our light.

I lie in the dark and watch

the dangerous trainers. They seem to be even bigger at night. They’ve got two big purple tongues that stick out at me and go , “ya boo.”. They ‘ve got little eyes, like a spider. The eyes are watching me back!

The trainers are alive. “don’t be silly, ”i tell myself. Trainers can’t be alive.I close my eyes so i can’t see the trainers any more. Then i fall asleep. But next morning, when i wake up, the trainers have moved. There’s no

doubt about it. They are under my brother’s computer desk now. And they are neatly side by side. My big brother didn’t move them because he is still in the top bunk, snoring. You have been out, haven’t you? I wag

my finger at the trainers. “when we were all asleep you went out on your own, didn’t you?”

But the trainers don’t say a word. “wait until tonight,”i warn them. “i didn’t see you go out last night because i fell asleep.

But tonight i’ll stay awake. I’ll catch you, just wait and see.”

The top bunk’s creaking. My big brother’s waking up.

A life of their own “your trainers are alive,”i tell him. “they go out at

night on their own, without you. You know those little metal holeswhere you put your laces? Well, they aren’t lace holes. They’re eyes. Your trainers have got lots of eyes, like spiders. Did you know that? And they’ve got big

slurpy purple tongues. ”But my brother just groans, “you do talk a load of rubbish!”Then he turns over and goes back to sleep. Those trainers are getting me really mad. They’re wrecking my things. Today i found my

crayons mashed into the carpet.

“you shouldn’t have left them on the floor,”said my brother.

But i bet those trainers did it. Clump, clump, clump. You can’t get away from them. You can hear them

all over the house. “who squashed this chewing gum into the carpet?”shouts mum.

“it’s these trainers,”says my big brother. “i haven’t got used to them yet.”they’re so big and heavy i can’t control them. They

keep treading on things! “don’t be silly,”says mum. “it’s your fault, not your trainers. You’re talking as if your trainers have a life of their own”

Mum doesn’t know it. But she’s exactly right. Those trainers do have a life of

their own. They have a secret life. They go out at night, on their own, when we’re all asleep. They must do, mustn’t they? How else could they be in a different place by morning?

Tonight i’m going to prove