My Story
Rock, The story of a star
Prologue
I sat there on the streets, cold and hungry, nowhere to go, nothing to do. I saw a figure in the distance, as this figure came closer, I could identify his features. Dark hair, seemingly rough hands, and a smile on his face. He scooped me up, his hands soft to the touch and carried me away. He was walking towards a large metal thing with wheels, I think this is a car. He gets in and places me on the seat next to him, turning the keys in the ignition, the car/metal thingmajig splutters to life. You see dear readers, this is just the start of my story, I hope you stick around, ‘cause’ this is gonna get real good real fast.
Chapter One
A wave of relief and happiness washed over me as I saw so many seemingly friendly faces. We were at a large field with a weird platform thing at the front. I turn to the man and speak to him for the first time, ‘’Excuse me sir, but may I ask what the platform thing is?’’ The man look startled at my speech. Fellow readers, I’m sorry to interrupt the story, but this is vital information, you see the man was startled as I am no human, I am in fact a toy, a panda toy to be exact. Enough of my chit-chat, let’s get back to the story. ‘’That’s a stage…’’ the man spluttered and stumbled over his words. ‘’Thanks for telling me!’’ I said happily, a huge smile creeping across my face, utterly un-aware of how startled the man was.
‘’Hey, Chris!’’ came a gravelly voice, the man who was holding me turned around and looked at this other man. This man looked tougher than the man who was holding me, whose name is Chris, I think. This new man had a bald head, tattoos plastering his body and a harsh tone. ‘’What’s that you got there?’’ the new man questioned, prodding my belly. Annoyance flashed in my tiny glass eyes, but as he came closer, I saw a name tag on his shirt, it read `Hello! I am Jeff`. I swatted Jeff’s hand off me and he jumped back, taken by surprise. Chris chuckled and said ‘’This is the mascot!’’ Jeff muttered something under his breath so quietly that I couldn’t hear it. ‘’C-cool, go string it up on the s-stage’’ he mumbled and backed away slowly as if I was going to claw his eyes out, which I was seriously thinking about doing, after he poked me, that experience was, to say the least, un-pleasant.
Chris grabbed a rope from his metal car thing and began walking over to the stage. This stage had a large metal ladder, (which I now know are called truss’s), lights, lots and lots of lights, and a bunch of people on it. Chris hung the rope on one of the ladder things and tied it into a loop. What he did next terrified me, so horrific I can’t bring myself to write it, but I have to. He shoved my head through the loop, leaving me dangling there hanging from the stage. Resentment and grief flooded over me, I was dirty, smelly, and tied up in a noose. This was a horrible experience, but I could see the stage better than anyone else.
As it grew dark, the people on the stage were brining on instruments, like bangy bangers, pluckys and singy machines, I soon learnt these were called drums, guitars, and microphones. The night soon took over the sky, leaving it as black as my matted fur and glittered with stars. Hours passed and I woke up to the sound of blaring music, cheering crowds and electric guitars turned up all the way. I flung my paws over my ears, there was so much noise, so many ruffians!
Tears flooded my small eyes, my sight going blurry, I was dangling there for the rest of the show, tears in my eyes, longing for warmth and comfort and a loving family. As the musical horror drew to an end, it began to rain, my already disgusting fur getting wet, soaked through to the stuffing!
Chapter Two
As dawn broke the next day, the people began packing up, taking the lighting down piling instruments into vans, but something I didn’t notice is a new car pulling in, this car had duct tape plastered to its wing mirrors, a smashed body, and a girl inside. The girl was around 10-12 I reckon, ‘’Dad, why is there a panda on the stage?’’ the girl asked quizzically to her father as she stepped out the battered and tattered vehicle ‘’That my dear’’ the girl’s father began ‘’Is the mascot, Chris put him up there’’
‘’He’s so cute!’’ the girl remarked, with that my spirits lifted. The girls dad began jogging over to the stage and climbed the truss that I was strung up on, the man smiled and whispered to me ‘’You’ll be safe buddy’’ and untied me! This man was my hero! He gently put me and the rope in the pocket of his bright yellow hoodie and jogged back over to his daughter ‘’Charlie hun, he’s yours now’’ he whispered to Charlie, the girl, pulling me out of his pocket.
‘’Thank you so much daddy!’’ She hugged her father then cradled me in her arms, walking me over to their junk heap of a car. Then I was placed so gently on the floor of the car, it felt like I was being held by a feather! ‘’I’ll be back buddy’’ Charlie said, kissing me on my head.
About 45 minutes later Charlie got in the front of the car with her mum and picked me up from the floor. ‘’What are you going to call him, love?’’ said Charlies mum in a soft tone.
‘’Rock, because he came from a rock concert!’’ Rock, I liked that and spoke to the girl, ‘’Thank you for rescuing me!’’ I said gleefully, resting my muzzle on her shoulder, ‘’Any day!’’ I was surprised that neither of them were fazed at my speech, but I soon learnt why.
Chapter Three
As Charlie carried me into the house, she stopped in an office. This office had three computer screens, a desk, two printers and a washing machine. Charlie turned to the washing machine and gently placed me inside it, ‘’I’m just gonna clean you Rock, I promise it won’t hurt at all’’ she smiled as she spoke, love dancing in her blue eyes. I took the chance to look at her features, awfully long, blonde hair, bluey greeny eyes, pale and a warm smile stretching from ear to ear displayed on her freckled face. She put a thing over my mouth and a small pair of goggles on my eyes ‘’This’ll make sure you don’t get water in your mouth, but you can still breath, and soap doesn’t get in your eyes, but you can still see!’’ I smiled and she closed the door of the washing machine and pushed a button. The barrel began to fill with soapy water, cool to the touch of my fur. The water began to rise, and I dunked my head under. My body begin to spin with the barrel, I swam around, enjoying myself for the first time in ages.
As the spinning ended, the water drained out and Charlie opened the door, taking me out and wrapping me in a towel, drying me off. When I was dry she took my goggles and the thing off my mouth and carried me upstairs. ‘’Mum, Dad, look I cleaned Rock!’’ She bolted into the living room where her parents were sitting. I was oblivious to what anyone said next as I was taking in every detail in the living room, a rug, a leather-skinned sofa, an old, wooden desk, a windowsill, a table, a big TV, a couple of plants and what looked like a wooden vanity table.
I snapped back to reality as Charlie kissed me on my now clean head and ran up yet another flight of stairs, the first set were just wood, these ones had old, worn beige carpet on them. As we reached the top it was an explosion of life and colour, there was a blue sofa, a computer, rainbow carpeting and toys galore! She went round and introduced me to every one of them, just to name a few are: Kiki 1, Kiki 2, Lambert, Tabby, Old bear, Precious 1+2, Baby Precious, Austin, Lamb lamb, Mr. Ooh Ooh, Fetch, Jaden, and Barley, and I had to remember every one of them!
Chapter Four
As night fell, Charlies parents came to say good night, while I was being held in her arms. When her parents had gone down, Charlie sat up and all her toys began partying, jumping around, singing, dancing, and I couldn’t help but join in! Everyone was laughing and laughing till their chest ached, and around midnight, the partying died down and we all got some sleep. I woke up the next day to loose-lipped leopards, cautiously chatting cats, barmy bears, and delusional dogs, what was going on? Charlie was awake so I spoke to her, ‘’Why does everyone look and sound so worried?’’ my voice reached a more nervous, higher pitched tone and my hand flew over my mouth at what Charlie said next, ‘’Nutty’s missing’’. Now my loyal readers, I have to explain that Nutty, a small squirrel toy, is not only a favourite, but also a living legend! Back to the story now. Charlie scooped me up in her arms and leapt down from her bed, she ran into living room and grabbed her phone. She called someone. ‘’Kash, this is important do you have Nutty?’’ her voice was stricken with relief when she next spoke, ‘’You do! Thank you so much. Love you bestie, bye!’’ and she hung up.
She ran back upstairs and announced, ‘’Nutty is safe, he’s with Kash!’’ it felt like being hit with a whirlwind so many toys sighed with relief! Charlie got dressed and went downstairs where her mum and breakfast was waiting for her. ‘’You sounded like a heard of elephants a few minutes ago, what happened?’’ asked Jaime, the mum. ‘’I left Nutty at Kashie’s, and I called her’’ she replied digging into her porridge. As a toy, I don’t get hungry or thirsty, so I just sat on the table next to her and read my book. What an eventful few days! First being strung up by a noose, being rescued, being cleaned and now Nutty gone miss-. A noise at the door cut my thoughts off, there was a loud ‘dring’ meaning someone pushed the doorbell. I heard harsh voices, then a scream.
