You decide to hide in the heel section of your sister's sneaker because this way, when she goes to slide her foot in, you can jump up and down and she will see you in her shoe. Thus, you prevent yourself from becoming your 16 year old sister's insole for the night.
A couple hours go by and you're getting tired of inhaling the stench of your siblings feet; even though it doesn't smell bad, there's a mixture of perfume and feet in the air. You could hear the girls gossiping and giggling and enjoying their snack while you sat in an old shoe your sister had bought on Black Friday.
Finally, you hear the words you've been dying to hear.
"OK girls, I'll go get ready and get my shoes on."
LoudThunderous footsteps begin to get closer to your position and you look up to see your titanic teenage sister ready to put her shoes and you on. Waving your arms like mad, you're hopeful to be found. That is, until Claire slips her foot into her low tops in the blink of an eye and you're crushed underneath her white socked heel. The pain of being crushed underneath your sis's full weight is unimaginable and you scream in pain. She lifts her foot up for one second and you see a space under her comfy arch that you can rest under without being flattened like a pancake. But the question is: do you have the energy to make it in time, or will Claire's heel get a new squish toy?
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