Rocky come back! {Open}
Sept 20, 2012 23:36:55 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Sept 20, 2012 23:36:55 GMT -5
The little twelve-year-old girl sat on the porch steps, a rather small golden-retriever brought back the strong stick she was throwing, a game of catch. When Charlie first moved to the big victorian house she was introduced to her horrible family she had to live with, she hated it. The adults were always drinking, and the older kids were always beating her up. It was just a couple of weeks ago she came across a starving stray that always roamed around the old house, digging through its garbage.
Charlie decided to name her Rock, ending up calling her Rocky. Charlie was an odd little girl, a normal twelve year old had a group of friends, Charlie preferred herself, after all none of the other kids liked her. She was considered weird, some would even say crazy because she never spoke much. Now Charlie had finally made a friend, she even fed her some of the, already, little food she had. Charlie loved this dog.
After the first time they met Rocky never left Charlie. Charlie even always secretly brought Rocky up to her room when ever she was in the house, going straight to her room every time. And when Charlie walked around the District, Rocky followed her everywhere, never leaving her side.
The door opened and the first thing was yelling and screaming, most likely not even involving Charlie. But Charlie's first instincts were to leave, with Rocky quickly following behind. They strayed down the dirt road towards the town. Charlie didn't know what a leash was, but she didn't need one, Rocky never left her side. Except for some reason today.
Rocky must of heard something because before Charlie even realized it, Rocky was dashing away. With no hesitation, or even thought, Charlie chased right behind, yelling "Rocky!" over and over again.