Charlie
- the rock
It's standing there, small, and grey. On the outside, it might seem bland. In a way, boring. You pick up that and decide to throw it. The rock glides though the air, heading straight for the cement. It hits the ground, it is different than you expect. Instead of being bland and gray on the outside, it has crystals. You thought you would be left with the inside being just as colorful as a cloud on a stormy day. But once you gave it the opportunity that it needed, it had its time to shine.
