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My family was pretty broke when I was growing up; single mum with three kids and my dad was an arse, never paid his share and we鈥檇 hardly ever see him. He used to write these really nasty messages on his Facebook page about my mum; resentful about having to pay his child care money, telling anyone who would listen that my mum would spend it all on herself. I deleted him. It was all lies, of course, my mum went without all the time; she would try so hard to make sure that we had everything we wanted, but most of the time we鈥檇 just have to miss out too. She hated it and would try to make it up to us鈥ut sometimes when you try too hard to fit in you just end up sticking out instead.

When I was in Year 9 all of the guys had Nikes and I really wanted some, but of course we couldn鈥檛 afford two hundred bucks for shoes. But then mum found a cheap knock off pair in Kmart. She was so thrilled when she brought them home, saying they looked almost exactly like the ones my friends were wearing. But they were so lame! I was embarrassed, but I wore them to school anyway鈥� For mum. Of course, everyone noticed. They called me a try-hard and laughed at me. I became a joke. Every day they鈥檇 make comments, ridicule me. Every day! I knew we couldn鈥檛 get new shoes until the old ones wore out and of course those cheap Kmart shoes just lived on and on, long after the other guys Nikes wore out.

I hated those shoes so much that one day I walked through tar that workmen had just laid on the roadworks near our house. Those Kmart Nikes were ruined, black tar, seeping into the pleather. I apologized when I got home, said I slipped. Mum was really disappointed but tried to hide it. She said she鈥檇 buy me new ones the next day, but I could see the worry in her eyes. Her smiles weren鈥檛 fooling me, I knew we couldn鈥檛 afford them. I said don鈥檛 worry, I鈥檇 still wear them. I woke up in the night and mum was painting them in the kitchen. She鈥檚 been at it for hours, tried scrubbing but couldn鈥檛 get all the marks off, so was painting them black instead. Her hands were red raw from scrubbing and she was so apologetic that she couldn鈥檛 save them so they still looked like my friends鈥� ones. I hugged her, told her they were great and put them by the heater to dry overnight. I went back to school in those painted black Kmart Nike鈥檚 and got teased even harder鈥� but I didn鈥檛 care anymore because from that day those cheap Kmart shoes were worth more to me than the most expensive Nikes ever would be.

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