It started with a hiss. That noise that strikes fear into the hearts of minecrafters. Then the yell. The yell of outrage when a creeper blows you up. "Damn you, Creeper!" I screamed at the top of my voice, "Blow up someone else's house for once, you flatfishing, worthless crusty batch of nature!". Every head in the room turned to me. "Sorry." I apologised meekly. Miss Tamson, one of the staff looked livid. I had probably shown up the entire orphanage. And she was with a group of men. Probably here to adopt. As soon as they were gone, I was in for it. Some of them started grinning and one of the desperately tried not to laugh. The room was still silent. "Cameron Walters, what on earth was that?" Asked Miss Tamson slowly.
"A creeper." I mumbled. "And was that Shakespeare?" Came a voice from the back of the group. He looked about the same age as me and I wondered if any if the older men were his brother or something. A few of the others sighed. The one who had spoken looked embarrassed. "Yes." I replied, looking at him. He smiled. Miss Tamson still looked furious, but turned back to the group. " I'll just give you a while to talk to some if the children." She said in an overly sweet voice, a fake smile plastered on her face. Everyone else went back to what they had previously been doing and I closed the MC tab on the computer. Didn't want to risk any more yelling. "Hi." I looked up to see one if the men from the group. He had black, slightly curly hair and reminded me of a bear. Suddenly I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. "Um, are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah," I managed to choke out," you just remind me of a bear. And Timon of Athens.". The boy who had asked about Shakespeare and seemed about my age also started laughing. "What on earth is so funny!?" Exclaimed the bear guy. "In Shakespeare's 'Timon of Athens', the insult 'meek bear' is used," explained the boy, still grinning," I think that's what she means." I nodded, calming down a bit. "How is a dead writer that funny?" Asked a guy in a mudkip hat. "Read a midsummer nights dream'" I replied. He turned to the younger boy. " let me guess," he said," third one across, middle row of your bookcase." The boy nodded, not replying. "How do you know that?" Asked a man in a bacca hat. This group seemed to really like hats. "The book says 'the complete works of Shakespeare'" the mudkip guy replied, "its also the only book Adam hasn't tried to read.". An argument escalated quickly about ' why Adam wouldn't read Shakespeare' in the group, only the boy not joining in. I motioned to the seat next to me.
"It looked like this could be a long argument." he sighed, sitting down. "What's your name?" I asked, realising I didn't know any of them. "I'm Seto," he replied. "As in Setosorcerer?" I asked, suddenly excited. He nodded. "So thats team crafted?". He nodded again. " that's cool." I said. It was all I could think of. "Not all if the time." He replied quietly.
