It was Monday morning, and 10-year-old Monty Rodriguez opened his eyes to the warmth of the morning sun upon his face. With a smile, he hopped out of bed, raced out of the room, and down the hallway to the bathroom, eager to wash his face and brush his teeth. Today was the big day. Today was the day he got to wear his brand-new pair of Jordans to school. He dreamed about this day for weeks. His mother promised that if he continued to get good grades in school, he would be rewarded with his favorite brand of sneakers. He hummed his favorite song as he quickly brushed his teeth as thoroughly as he could, leaving water all over the sink and the cap from the tube of toothpaste lying next to the faucet; he rushed back down the hallway and into his bedroom. As he closed the door, he stared at his closet door where his sneakers were resting, just waiting for the moment to put them on his feet. He was startled out of his gaze when he heard his mother call to him from the kitchen,

"Monty, it's time for your breakfast. Don't let it get cold," his mother's voice echoed through the house. Monty replies,

'Okay, Ma! I'll be right down!' He quickly grabs his blue uniform shirt and navy uniform pants and slips them on without tucking in his shirt. He walks up to his mirror, grabs his pick, and picks out his hair. He sits on the edge of his messy bed and looks at his new sneakers in the box.

"I cannot wait to show these off at school! I'll finally be in the cool kid club!" he utters aloud with excitement. They were nice black suede sneakers with a red stripe along the edge and white bottoms. After getting them on and tying his shoelaces, he takes a moment to look at them with his outfit in the mirror.

"Monty!" his mother shouted. He grabbed his body spray sprayed twice and ran out of the room and down the stairs, clunking loudly.

"Good morning, Mother," Monty greeted, his energy infectious. "How did you sleep?" he asked, settling at the table. His mother, Rosita, had prepared a delicious breakfast for him-a fluffy pancake with blueberries, eggs, and a refreshing glass of orange juice. A daily vitamin sat neatly on a napkin by his fork. She turned from the sink, a smile lighting up her face as she reached over to hug and kiss him on the forehead. She noticed his untucked shirt and lovingly fixed it as she replied,

"Very Well, but never long enough, sweetie. How about you? Are you excited to show off your new sneakers today?" Monty smiled when he felt the warmth of his mother's embrace and blurted out,

Mom, I could barely sleep a wink! I was watching the time pass on the clock last night, and then the next thing I knew..." he paused and took a long sip of his orange juice, then popped his vitamin in his mouth.

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"It's morning!" he shouted, causing his mother to chuckle a bit.

"That quickly hum?" she laughs and points to his backpack.

"Come on now, eat your food. The bus will be here soon to pick you up for school." Monty smiles wide with a mouth full of eggs and pancakes. He was drinking the last of his orange juice when the bus horn honked. He kissed his mother, grabbed his backpack, and said,

"I love you, Mom. I hope you have a good day.' He ran out the door, trying to watch his feet and his new kicks hit the pavement as he ran towards the bus.

During his bus ride, Monty couldn't help but be distracted by this boy behind his seat. He was swinging his legs back and forth, occasionally hitting the back of Monty's seat. Monty thinks to himself and whispers aloud,

"What is going on back there?" He waits for the bus driver to bring the bus to a stop at the next kid's house before he flips around and looks over the seat at this boy wearing a blue backward-fitted cap with the New York City emblem. His uniform shirt was hanging out of his basketball-shaped backpack, and he was wearing only his undershirt and uniform pants. He had his legs tucked under the seat and looked at Monty with a mischievous grin. Monty raised his eyebrow and asked,

"Hey, why are you kicking my..." Before he could finish the sentence, the boy kicked out his feet, revealing the same Jordans that Monty had on. He had his on the wrong feet. Monty, puzzled yet shocked, asked,

We have the same shoes! But why are you wearing your shoes that way?" The boy laughed, sat up in his seat, held out his hand, and said,

"The names Fred, Fred Dingle-Bee. The question is not why am I, but why are you not wearing your shoes this way? He clicked his feet together a few times, looking proudly at them and sitting proudly with cool vibes.

"I wear them this way because it will make me cool." He smiles and removes his hat to fix his fizzed-up brown wavy hair. He points to Monty with his hat and says,

"Hey, you can look cool too. If you wear your shoes the same way I do." Monty thought about this moment; he always saw Fread wearing the coolest hoody or the most up-to-date backpack. His books were always cool, not those basic compositions his mom would get from the general dollar store, but the cool kind with patterns and superheroes. So, he thought showing off my new shoes with a twist might be cooler. He asked,

"Are you sure I will be as cool as you, Fred?"

"Of course. Look at me. Don't I look cool?" He clicked his heels again and sat back in the seat as the bus began to move. Monty sat back down and switched his shoes onto the wrong feet. At first, it felt funny, but he didn't mind it. Monty shrugged.

"Ya see what I mean... uh, what is your name?"

"Monty Rodriduez"

"Monty! You see what I mean, Monty, now you are just as cool as me!" They sat down next to each other, clicking their heels and swinging their legs until they arrived at the school's front yard.

Monty wobbled a bit when he stood up from the seat to keep his balance. Fred usually walked quickly because he was used to wearing his shoes on the wrong feet. Monty stepped down off the last step of the bus and stumbled to the ground. He caught his fall with a tuck and roll and popped back up like an acrobat. The kids all laughed and cheered after asking if he was ok. He stood there brushing off his pants and said under his breath,

"Wow, being cool isn't easy."