The Bajan and the Bacca

Chapter 1

The awaited has come.

DATE: Saturday, February 8th

I don't remember if I told you guys my schedule, but it's in my bio. I will be updating (normally) on these days. If not, then I'll try to treat you to a double update on one of the days... of course, this option is considered because I'm tired and lazy and ugh school

I'm going to stop blabbing because you're probably all getting mad that I'm stalling.

I come bearing gifts, okay? Don't hurt meh.

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~THE BAJAN'S POINT OF VIEW~

It was a start to another day, and yet AGAIN that stupid fluffy monster was at it again.

He was STILL whistling. After I gave him the famous Mitch Glare yesterday.

As he walked by my house, I opened my window and yelled at him because I need my sleep.

"Can you whistle any louder?" I hissed.

He looked up from where he was, and saw me in the window.

"Um, I-I-I'm s-sorry," he stammered and was instantly quiet.

"Thank you. I've been having a headache every day you've been here. Get on with your work, Bacca." I spit the words out like they were venom on my tongue.

"Yes, uh, sir," he replied and ran as fast as his furry little legs would take him.

I sighed in relief and walked downstairs, only to hear my parents 'whisper-yelling.'

I mean, come on guys. Is that even a thing?

"This house is made out of wood, and you want to install a fireplace?!" my mom exclaimed.

"Why yes, yes I do. I'll go to the Nether and maybe take our boy Mitch with - if he's helpful. I'll get some netherrack, and encase the fireplace with stone! It's a simple decision, why can't you realize that everything is not about you!" my dad fired back.

I already had yet another headache - the first due to Jerome and of course, the second due to my lovely parents.

I went into the chest where the food was neatly kept (thanks to my mom of course) and grabbed a pumpkin pie. I slammed the door on the way out to let those two figure out that I was long gone.

As I walked into the village, my best friend Preston ran up to me. He was panting and his armor was badly damaged.

"What happened?" I asked.

Looking ashamed, Preston mumbled under his breath, "The creeper came after me and I was shot by a skeleton."

I stifled a laugh and gave him a pat on the back. I was trying to locate the tree farm, but our village was so big that even I couldn't see those darned jungle wood trees. Someone in rags with a handful of iron ingots came running at me. Was he... a watermelon?

"Excuse me sir, I don't mean to intrude, but do you know where the tree farms are? I have a new axe for the Bacca family's son," the watermelon said.

I scoffed in response. No one needs to help that little guy, he's all mighty because he has the diamond axe, and he gets life easy. Chopping down wood all day? Those jobs are meant for the peasants.

Peasants don't get upgrades.

"Well sir, if you're not going to help me, I'll go find them myself. Thanks for your time, little guy," he happily walked off after basically calling me, Mitch, a little guy.

What's wrong with this world?

I sighed and kept trudging on in the village until I saw a towering tree farm. I had found it, of course. I walked up to the tree and punched one block. The tree now had a crack in it. I punched another, and the tree was almost floating. I called for all the kids in the village, and looked up at the little Bacca, who was quietly shearing the leaves. He was so oblivious to the situation, it was almost sad.

"Are you guys ready?" I asked.

"Yeah!" All the kids in the village replied.

"Hey Bacca!" I called out to him.

"Uh, yes?" He shouted.

"Have fun cleaning up this mess!" I yelled and chopped down the last block of wood. The jungle tree was slowly falling down.

"Someone hand me a flint and steel," I asked the crowd of kids who were gaping at the falling Bacca.

Someone handed me the tool that would set this Bacca fleeing from the town. I lit one block of wood on fire and everyone ran to escape the burning mess that I had left that little pest in.

You know what's funny about the situation?

He deserved it.

I placed a sign a few blocks away from the smoldering fallen tree.

That will teach you not to mess with my sleep, Bacca. I hope you enjoy your new town! Not this one, of course.

I signed it, from all the kids who hate you in the village. I looked up at the burning mess I called my work, and the sign.

It was pretty awesome.

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The end of the awaited Chapter 1.

Let me get one thing straight - I'm not making Mitch be mean just because I want him to look like a bad person. It all falls into the plot accordingly.

So please don't send hate, because I absolutely lurve both Jerome and Mitch and the rest of Team Crafted.

Vote, read, comment? Be a ghost reader? Every single bit of support I receive really helps me to know that I'm making the right decisions.

Thanks!

~Soph