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Rocky and Caesar (Unfinished/Unedited) by Chozo
2011
Jasmine pulled the tight blue button collared shirt over Rocky's head, quickly buttoning it up afterwards. He understood the usual routine, lift your arms and close your eyes until the shirt is on, then lift your neck for the buttoning. It was his third day of second grade, eager as ever. His mother, woke him at six forty five, and he boarded the bus at seven thirty. This gave him time to get ready and follow his morning routine.
"It might be a bit snug Rocky, but it'll loosen up as it goes. Now go get your socks." Jasmine stood up and disappeared into the kitchen. Rocky ran off to his room, more like waddled, to fetch his socks. Sure enough, second drawer of his bureau, were several socks. He grabbed the first ones visible, and ran off to the kitchen.
"Oh good you got your so-" Jasmine smirked, turning from the frying pan on the stove. "Rocky, those socks don't match!" She flipped some pancakes and held her hand on her hip, turning back to him. " I guess that'll have to do huh?" Jasmine piled the pancakes off the frying pan onto a plate, turning off the stove and kneeling down to help Rocky. "Sit down honey and hand me those." Rocky handed her the long red knitted sock, and the short blue fuzzy sock. She proceeded to pull the socks onto his feet, and wiggling a boot on each foot. Tugging the ends of his pants over his boots. "Run along and eat your breakfast, then brush your teeth, you have fifteen minutes hun."
Rocky was unusually short, the shortest in his class actually. He pulled up a small stool to his chair, and sat down. Pouring a little too much of Mrs. Buttersworth on his pancakes, just like every other kid. Syrup, went everywhere. Shirt, face, pants and table all smothered in sticky and sweet maple syrup. Jasmine strolled in with a basket of laundry, setting it down and pulling Rocky out of the chair.
"I predicted this, I should've made scrambled eggs. Oh well, regretting it doesn't change the past. I have this." She pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a red dump truck t-shirt. Wiping his face off with a wet washcloth and switching his clothes out she sent him to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another stool was pulled up to the sink, Rocky looked at himself in the mirror. Smiling and making faces. He had dark curly brown hair and a freckled face. Continuing to make faces he crossed his bronze colored eyes.
"Rocky you have two minutes and you've got to go! Hurry out here." Snapping out of his face making he brushed his teeth and rushed to the door. Jasmine handed Rocky his small green backpack, and ran her fingers through his hair.
"I'll be here to meet you at the bus stop when you get home Rocky, don't miss the bus home. Oh and, have a nice day at school." She opened the door and off he went, down to the newly planted maple tree two yards from the road. The bus, like a large yellow caterpillar in Rocky's eyes, turned right onto his road. It pulled along, and screeched to a stop at Rocky's driveway and the doors swung open. Rocky turned and waved to his mother, then boarded the bus, which left in a hurry to gather more children.
2012
"Mom can you help me tie my shoe, I can't get it." Rocky flopped onto the floor and sat his foot upright for tying. Jasmine knelt down and fiddled with the white laces.
"Remember Rocky, 'Criss-cross, underneath, pull tight, bunny ear, wrap around and pull through." Eventually you'll get the hang of it.
"Its hard, and Alex already knows how. Its not fair" He propped up his other shoe to be tied.
"You will too with time. Don't worry about it hun." she patted him on the back and sent him to the table for toast and jam. "Put on a light jacket honey and we'll go out for the day." Rocky was taller now, surpassing three feet by a couple inches. he was the second shortest in his third grade class. It was Saturday, Rocky's favorite day because it was his and Jasmine's day out on the town. They would go to the local shops, grocery shopping, visiting his father, then off the to ice cream shop.
He scarfed the toast and jam down, then finished off the orange juice. Picking up a light blue jacket from his room he sat on the bench by the door. A little after five minutes Jasmine came to the door, putting on her jacket as well and picking up Rocky, who entertained himself by playing with toy cars.
They made their way out to the small cerise mini-van in their driveway. Rocky buckled up in back, making various crashing noises with his toy cars as he smashed them together dramatically in the air. Jasmine buckled up front and started the car, the pulled out of the driveway and made their was to the local shops.
The local shops were usually family owned shops. Rocky's favorite shop was the antique shop. It had lots of shiny trinkets and noisemakers. Statues from cultures and far off lands. Jasmine's favorite shop was the flower shop, it bloomed well in the spring which interested Rocky. Only because it attracted colorful bugs.
They browsed along, Rocky had purchased a small bag of candy in a purple sack. It was power like substance that formed to gum when you chewed. It amazed him. His mother bought a lovely spice and pumpkin candle.
They stopped to grocery shop. Rocky had reached the age where he was too old to sit in the cart, but he seemed fine with it. He felt free enough to wander off, it was a good thing Jasmine kept him well in sight. They bought bread, milk, cheese, cereal and pretzels and set off for the next stop.
Rocky visited his father often, not much was said but it was all something Rocky took well to heart. His father didn't say much, a lot less than usual fathers do. Rocky is only coming to understand fully why his father doesn't live with him anymore. When his dad left, Rocky was too young to understand.
The car pulled into a gravel driveway, in front was an iron black fence. A white building ahead. They went around the building, and weaved their way through the tombstones. A large white and black speckled tombstone sat above well settled ground. Silver letters were engraved in the smooth rock.
"R.I.P"
"December 13, 1976 - March 7, 2010"
"Rockford Malstrone"
"Life lived short but prosperous. With the help of God this soul was carried from the burden of life to the afterlife of the heavens. Let future generations share the beautiful characteristics of Rockford. Rest In Peace."
It was a Sunday afternoon, his father had left work early and was heading home. It had been a normal day. Turning left, wait at the stop sign, signal others to go on ahead or drive past a person doing 30 on a 60 mph interstate. He pulled to a stop in a lane on the West Brook bridge, waiting for the other cars to go by. When it came to be his turn he slowly drove over to the other side, the mid-point of him crossing he realized someone was coming right at him. The car collided with Rockford's and shoved Rockford and his car over the railing on the bridge. It took less than a minute for the car to tumble down the rocky hill and fall into the water.
Rockford didn't get home from work early that day. There was no visit to the hospital. No survivors. No chance whatsoever that he could've lived. The other driver, lived with many injuries and was very apologetic. There was no way to undo what was done. And the Malstrone's had to move on.
Jasmine laid a yellow rose on the gravestone, picking up the older one they left before which had wilted. Rocky ran his fingers over the engraved letters, reading what he could. Silence swept over the remaining visit, there was nothing more to be said.
"Rocky lets go before it gets late, say goodbye to your father." She turned and headed towards the car. Rocky knelt down and sat his toy cars by the gravestone, kissing his hand and putting it on his dad's engraved name.
"I love you daddy." Then he ran to the car as his mother beckoned him.
Last was the ice cream shop, the cheer things up at the end of the day. Rocky sat at a picnic table outside Dairy Queen while his mother got the ice cream. She always got a blizzard and rocky always got a chocolate ice cream cone. Rocky always wondered why the ice cream at the shop always tasted better than the ice cream in tubs sold in grocery stores. He also wondered how the ice cream got all swirly. A complete mystery to him.
His mother sat down and handed him his chocolate swirl ice cream, they smiled and ate it while counting red and blue cars driving by on the road.
"Twenty three mom I won." they sat giggling in the car, the day was nearing its end.
"I'm telling you Rocky, motorcycles don't count silly."
"And I'm telling you mom, if scooters count then motorcycles count."
2013
"Back and forth, back and forth." Rocky awkwardly swung with a see-saw movement on the purple plastic swing. The sun was setting on the horizon.
Jasmine pulled the tight blue button collared shirt over Rocky's head, quickly buttoning it up afterwards. He understood the usual routine, lift your arms and close your eyes until the shirt is on, then lift your neck for the buttoning. It was his third day of second grade, eager as ever. His mother, woke him at six forty five, and he boarded the bus at seven thirty. This gave him time to get ready and follow his morning routine.
"It might be a bit snug Rocky, but it'll loosen up as it goes. Now go get your socks." Jasmine stood up and disappeared into the kitchen. Rocky ran off to his room, more like waddled, to fetch his socks. Sure enough, second drawer of his bureau, were several socks. He grabbed the first ones visible, and ran off to the kitchen.
"Oh good you got your so-" Jasmine smirked, turning from the frying pan on the stove. "Rocky, those socks don't match!" She flipped some pancakes and held her hand on her hip, turning back to him. " I guess that'll have to do huh?" Jasmine piled the pancakes off the frying pan onto a plate, turning off the stove and kneeling down to help Rocky. "Sit down honey and hand me those." Rocky handed her the long red knitted sock, and the short blue fuzzy sock. She proceeded to pull the socks onto his feet, and wiggling a boot on each foot. Tugging the ends of his pants over his boots. "Run along and eat your breakfast, then brush your teeth, you have fifteen minutes hun."
Rocky was unusually short, the shortest in his class actually. He pulled up a small stool to his chair, and sat down. Pouring a little too much of Mrs. Buttersworth on his pancakes, just like every other kid. Syrup, went everywhere. Shirt, face, pants and table all smothered in sticky and sweet maple syrup. Jasmine strolled in with a basket of laundry, setting it down and pulling Rocky out of the chair.
"I predicted this, I should've made scrambled eggs. Oh well, regretting it doesn't change the past. I have this." She pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a red dump truck t-shirt. Wiping his face off with a wet washcloth and switching his clothes out she sent him to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another stool was pulled up to the sink, Rocky looked at himself in the mirror. Smiling and making faces. He had dark curly brown hair and a freckled face. Continuing to make faces he crossed his bronze colored eyes.
"Rocky you have two minutes and you've got to go! Hurry out here." Snapping out of his face making he brushed his teeth and rushed to the door. Jasmine handed Rocky his small green backpack, and ran her fingers through his hair.
"I'll be here to meet you at the bus stop when you get home Rocky, don't miss the bus home. Oh and, have a nice day at school." She opened the door and off he went, down to the newly planted maple tree two yards from the road. The bus, like a large yellow caterpillar in Rocky's eyes, turned right onto his road. It pulled along, and screeched to a stop at Rocky's driveway and the doors swung open. Rocky turned and waved to his mother, then boarded the bus, which left in a hurry to gather more children.
2012
"Mom can you help me tie my shoe, I can't get it." Rocky flopped onto the floor and sat his foot upright for tying. Jasmine knelt down and fiddled with the white laces.
"Remember Rocky, 'Criss-cross, underneath, pull tight, bunny ear, wrap around and pull through." Eventually you'll get the hang of it.
"Its hard, and Alex already knows how. Its not fair" He propped up his other shoe to be tied.
"You will too with time. Don't worry about it hun." she patted him on the back and sent him to the table for toast and jam. "Put on a light jacket honey and we'll go out for the day." Rocky was taller now, surpassing three feet by a couple inches. he was the second shortest in his third grade class. It was Saturday, Rocky's favorite day because it was his and Jasmine's day out on the town. They would go to the local shops, grocery shopping, visiting his father, then off the to ice cream shop.
He scarfed the toast and jam down, then finished off the orange juice. Picking up a light blue jacket from his room he sat on the bench by the door. A little after five minutes Jasmine came to the door, putting on her jacket as well and picking up Rocky, who entertained himself by playing with toy cars.
They made their way out to the small cerise mini-van in their driveway. Rocky buckled up in back, making various crashing noises with his toy cars as he smashed them together dramatically in the air. Jasmine buckled up front and started the car, the pulled out of the driveway and made their was to the local shops.
The local shops were usually family owned shops. Rocky's favorite shop was the antique shop. It had lots of shiny trinkets and noisemakers. Statues from cultures and far off lands. Jasmine's favorite shop was the flower shop, it bloomed well in the spring which interested Rocky. Only because it attracted colorful bugs.
They browsed along, Rocky had purchased a small bag of candy in a purple sack. It was power like substance that formed to gum when you chewed. It amazed him. His mother bought a lovely spice and pumpkin candle.
They stopped to grocery shop. Rocky had reached the age where he was too old to sit in the cart, but he seemed fine with it. He felt free enough to wander off, it was a good thing Jasmine kept him well in sight. They bought bread, milk, cheese, cereal and pretzels and set off for the next stop.
Rocky visited his father often, not much was said but it was all something Rocky took well to heart. His father didn't say much, a lot less than usual fathers do. Rocky is only coming to understand fully why his father doesn't live with him anymore. When his dad left, Rocky was too young to understand.
The car pulled into a gravel driveway, in front was an iron black fence. A white building ahead. They went around the building, and weaved their way through the tombstones. A large white and black speckled tombstone sat above well settled ground. Silver letters were engraved in the smooth rock.
"R.I.P"
"December 13, 1976 - March 7, 2010"
"Rockford Malstrone"
"Life lived short but prosperous. With the help of God this soul was carried from the burden of life to the afterlife of the heavens. Let future generations share the beautiful characteristics of Rockford. Rest In Peace."
It was a Sunday afternoon, his father had left work early and was heading home. It had been a normal day. Turning left, wait at the stop sign, signal others to go on ahead or drive past a person doing 30 on a 60 mph interstate. He pulled to a stop in a lane on the West Brook bridge, waiting for the other cars to go by. When it came to be his turn he slowly drove over to the other side, the mid-point of him crossing he realized someone was coming right at him. The car collided with Rockford's and shoved Rockford and his car over the railing on the bridge. It took less than a minute for the car to tumble down the rocky hill and fall into the water.
Rockford didn't get home from work early that day. There was no visit to the hospital. No survivors. No chance whatsoever that he could've lived. The other driver, lived with many injuries and was very apologetic. There was no way to undo what was done. And the Malstrone's had to move on.
Jasmine laid a yellow rose on the gravestone, picking up the older one they left before which had wilted. Rocky ran his fingers over the engraved letters, reading what he could. Silence swept over the remaining visit, there was nothing more to be said.
"Rocky lets go before it gets late, say goodbye to your father." She turned and headed towards the car. Rocky knelt down and sat his toy cars by the gravestone, kissing his hand and putting it on his dad's engraved name.
"I love you daddy." Then he ran to the car as his mother beckoned him.
Last was the ice cream shop, the cheer things up at the end of the day. Rocky sat at a picnic table outside Dairy Queen while his mother got the ice cream. She always got a blizzard and rocky always got a chocolate ice cream cone. Rocky always wondered why the ice cream at the shop always tasted better than the ice cream in tubs sold in grocery stores. He also wondered how the ice cream got all swirly. A complete mystery to him.
His mother sat down and handed him his chocolate swirl ice cream, they smiled and ate it while counting red and blue cars driving by on the road.
"Twenty three mom I won." they sat giggling in the car, the day was nearing its end.
"I'm telling you Rocky, motorcycles don't count silly."
"And I'm telling you mom, if scooters count then motorcycles count."
2013
"Back and forth, back and forth." Rocky awkwardly swung with a see-saw movement on the purple plastic swing. The sun was setting on the horizon.
This story I wrote at the end of 2010. It is about the sad life of a boy named Rocky and his trusted friend Caesar. Caesar is a female grey tabby who reminds Rocky of his mother, and his mother's cat.
Caesar helps Rocky in his teenage years, until Caesar dies and Rocky's life all crashes down upon him,
I might finish this, if people want me to.
2010-2013 © Chozo Do not steal, trace, recolor or use without my permission
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