Trapped in Minecraft

Just a Game

"Hannah, wake up," said my younger brother while he shook me gently.
"Ughh," I groaned as I stretched out my arms searching around my bed for my phone. Once my hand found the small, rectangular object, I pulled it down to my face, and pushed down on the top button with my index finger. The screen lit up showing the time in bright white numbers and behind it my wallpaper of a cute drawing of a female enderman. "It's only 9:30," I growled as I pulled my green blanket with minecraft animals sewn in random places on it over my head.
"But you have to wake up, mom went to work early so you gotta make me breakfast." My brothers whiny voice annoyed me but he only did it when he really wanted something from me. Knowing that, I pulled my blanket off of me and stretched out before sitting up and getting out of bed. My brother opened the door for me and walked with me down the wall covered hallway to the kitchen. Along the way, I looked at all the family photos, drawings me and my brother had made, and certificates hung on the auburn walls. My mom loved photography. Thus, she took pictures of us every chance she got. It really was too bad that she couldn't make a living with her passion. She got stuck doing some boring job, in a boring building, with boring people. I thought back to the time when she took me there for bring your kids to work day. It wasn't fun at all.
Once in the kitchen, I looked at my brother and asked him sweetly, "What would you like for me to make you?" He looked around and once his eyes met mine he paused for a moment then said with a grin on face, "Pancakes!" I nodded and gestured for him to go back to his room. Taking the easy way out, I went to the freezer to grab some frozen pancakes to microwave. However, I saw the old photo of my family..from when times were...happy, hanging on the fridge. Which caused me to stop for a moment to stare at it. Two years ago-before my dad left-we, as a family, got our picture taken by my mom. I was thirteen and a half then. She had set it on the ten second timer and stood behind me smiling just a moment before the click of the camera. I stared at my mom's grey eyes and blue hair in the photo wishing I could dye mine too, instead being stuck with her original hair color, dirty blond. I also got her thin pink lips, and high cheek bones. I got my dark blue eyes, perfect teeth, and small nose from my dad. Ugh...my dad. I despise him, yet I love him. It was very difficult and complicated from me.

I have to make my brother breakfast.

I reminded myself, focusing on the task. I opened the freezer and pulled out the box of mini pancakes, grabbed a plate, plopped some pancakes from the box on it, and stuck in the microwave. After setting the time for two minutes, I went into my brothers room to check on him. I opened his door to see him sitting in his leather chair with his Xbox 360 controller in his hands and his eyes on his average sized, flatscreen T.V., which was mounted to the wall. He was playing minecraft as usual and cooing for chickens to follow him.
"Remember, don't sprint. You have to be slow or they'll lose interest," I informed him. "Thanks sis, but it's so slow and boring. I hate this!" He said giving up and killing the two chickens with his diamond sword which was enchanted with flame 1. I sighed. "You suck at making farms, you always give up half way or end up making the build look ugly. If you want, next time we play together I'll do it for you," I said smiling a little. Building things for other people was my favorite because of all the complements I get. "That would be awesome! He said looking up at me smiling, showing gaps from one front baby teeth and two bottom baby teeth that had fallen out. We were interrupted by a beeping noise.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Come along," I said to my brother, Zack, as I walked to the microwave, him running ahead of me to the dining table.

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It was around eight-thirty, Zack and I were in our living room sitting on the leather couch playing on our Playstation 4. We were killing endermen in the end with gear we got from creative mode. Then our mom got home. She walked inside, she was wearing a knee length grey, tight skirt, and a white top with a grey blazer and black high heels. I miss when she used to dress fun, mix matching without a care in the world. Her now dark brown hair(she dyed it again before getting the new job) hung in bouncy curls, stopping just below her shoulders. She smiled at us warmly and said, "how was your day?," she put down her stuff then continued, "I'm sorry that you have to be left alone here longer because it's summer, but if we save up I might be able to get you into a summer camp for the second month of summer." I smiled at her and nodded. Zack ran up to her and gave her a hug. Mom hugged him then pet him on the head, "I think it's time you get to bed sweetie," she said looking down on him. "Okay mommy!" Zack hurriedly ran to his room smiling. She shot me glare. "You too Hannah."
"But.."
She pointed to my room.
"Fine," I said under my breath. I turned off my gaming console then went to bed. As I drifted off to sleep, I had weird thoughts about Minecraft, my favorite game.

If only, it was more.
If only, it wasn't just a game...