I am a rock. A hardheaded, cracked shell, rock. You know being a rock isn’t all that bad, I’ve seen a lot of places and a lot of people in my two hundred years. Although, it would be nice to have some other rocks to keep me company. I had a family once: a wife, and 2 little pebbles but I lost them in ‘63 when we were all kicked in different directions in Houston, TX. Later on I found out that, the big giants were scared because the biggest giant had been shot with an evil giant weapon. I never did find my family again, but I hope my little pebbles, Rockanne and Rocko, have a good life somewhere where the giants don’t bother them. However for me, I live in a crowded giant colony with them kicking me through the street not even caring if I break, or crack.

Not all the giants are bad though, I once met a very kind tiny giant, or as I call her Elephantine. Her real name was Skylar, but that is a name not fit for her stature. I think she was more of a… Rockamy, or Rockgeorgie, but the giant’s big giant has not responded to my letter about all of giants changing their names that us rocks would say is fit. There are 23,435,243,598,123,538.74 rocks in the world and there are 7.046 billion giants, the least they could do is let us choose the names.
I apologize, I am getting off of topic. Anyways, when I met elephantine I was brought into a classroom by her superior giant for something called “A writing prompt”. It’s giant altercation that I can never understand. When little elephantine sat down, as I was sitting on the table in front of her, she picked me up and held me. I had never been held by a giant before. Her touch was soft and smooth like how I had been when I was merely a one hundred year old rock. Soon another giant came in and I realized that there were more rocks on different tables.
One rock, who was held by a blonde haired giant whose name I later learned was Bella, was nicknamed ‘The Rock’ which I thought was quite a cliche name. The other rock was held by a another brown haired giant whose name I learned was Kevin. The rock he was holding was named Rockanne. I soon learned that these giants would be writing about our life as rocks. Elephantine could conduct my story perfectly. Even though I couldn’t communicate with her, everything she wrote was exactly right.
After all the giants read their “prompts” they took us home,that is where I am now. Elephantine has a huge rock collection. When I arrived, I noticed 3 rocks I recognized: they were my wife and pebbles! Joy overflowed from me as I reunited with my family after 51 years. My pebbles weren’t pebbles anymore, but teenrocks, and my wife was an old rock at 199 years old. My story didn’t end there but my adventurous life did. As I was reunited with my family, I soon learned I had 4 grandpebbles! Their names are Rockmand, Rocky Jr., Rockamy, and Rockgeorgie.  Nevertheless, I am happy now that I have my family back, and that’s all I need: happiness.