Staring.... JASMINE OUSI OWL, AND HER BELOVED RED SHOES!
"The powerful tale of a pair of Red boots that just longed to be loved"
The Red Shoe Diaries Part 1
Life was good in Cambridge!!
I was brand new and often found myself snuggled up in Jasmine's Bed, warm and cosy, and enjoying life! 
Jasmine was a lovely girl. Ambitious, smart and graceful!
see!They were the times I would never forget. The move to Epsom was a daunting prospect. A new house, a new beginning. I had a strange feeling deep in the pit of my soles, but there was an excitement in me like no other I'd ever felt.
I Had Arrived!!!!Nothing could prepare me for the times ahead in the Epsom bubble. The early weeks in my new surrey town were fine. I was regularly worn and looked after. Jasmine would even clean me to keep me sparkling and red!
Jasmine and I were like two pees in a pod. I felt needed and believed jasmine needed me. But by the end of September my morale was starting to dip. JASMINE HAD CHANGED! She was no longer the same person who would look at me with that love and affection in her eyes. What had happened to my jasmine?
Was it the increased influx of vodka and strongbow into her system which made her forget at times where she had left me?
I was an outcast left to dwell in the shadows of 75 Hook Road. Would My situation improve?
To Be Continued......
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