Musical Notes. [DISCONTINUED- sorry Magpie]

"Musical Notes?"

"So, whatcha think of Minecraftia Spanish, Musical?"

"TE-RRI-BLE! DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON WHAT WE ARE SUPPOSED TO DO!!"

Jessa and Keena laughed while I, Musical Treavore raged about my transferred class- switching from Mock Trial to Spanish was apparently the worst decision I ever had. I pushed her glasses up so they were square and level on her eyes again. "Besides, I prefer easier stuff."

"Are you frickin' saying that Spanish is actually worse that Mock Trial?! I'm so glad I didn't switch then!" Jessa squealed. Musical shook her head and chuckled. "Well, it's time to go home."

A worried expression flickered across Keena's face. "At least let us walk you home this time and explain why you're late!" I felt myself as I shuddered. That was even worse. But they didn't need to know how horrible my life was. "If it was that easy getting off the hook, I'd relax with you guys until my curfew!" I exclaimed.

"Right, I understand." They stood at the school stair-steps and said their goodbyes.

"Remember- back by 8 or else!" Jessa yelled behind her shoulder as she started racing Keena to their apartment complexes. I turned on her heel and went the opposite direction. It was better just having no back-up at all than have someone try and pull me off the hook. My dad owned a whip, and my mother was the most hot-tempered queen someone would ever meet. It nearly made me smile to know that I didn't have any scary siblings. Almost.

The gravel crunched under my sneakers as people rushed by on horses and cars (if they downloaded the Cars Mod) to avoid night-time. I rushed down the sidewalk, panicking that I wouldn't make it home by 8. That was when the monsters spawn. Scenarios sparked in my brains. The wind rushed past my face. I checked my watch. 7:59. My parents wouldn't care if I got locked out. My brain shot adrenaline through my body. I could see my house! It was a few seconds until they locked the doors. 7... I stumbled, cursing myself for such clumsiness. 6... Terror shot through me. 5... I was nearing the lawn. 4... I hit the steps. 3...I ran down the lawn. 2... My foot hit the lawn. 1...

I arrived at the door to hear the lock click, the curtains snap shut, and all lights go out.

This wasn't happening. I had friends. I didn't want to die!

"No... NO!!" I screamed.

I hit the door, screaming for help, but of course, they thought I was a zombie. A low groan made my head whip around. Zombies. Zombies all around me. Zombies and skeletons and creepers and endermen. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see my own body fluids when I died. I slid down to the floor, my back pressing against my only chance of hope that shot away in the wind.

Slicing and cutting split the silence of the feared night.

I opened my eyes. That was the day I met him. Tyler. Tyler Jessone. His short brown hair was ruffled by the wind. The shirt and grey sweatpants covering his body was matted in dirt and blood. His deep chocolate eyes scanned his surroundings. I trembled, remembering the rule that anyone not inside their households at 8 o'clock are to be found dead by morning. As his eyes swerved towards me, his grip on the sword tightened. But softness appeared in his eyes. I stared around at the gore behind him. Zombies had heads decapitated and black blood flowed from their open wounds. Skeletons were now just a pile of bones. Creepers and endermen were just piles of gunpowder or pearls that trapped a certain power of theirs. The man dropped his sword, walked towards me, and kneeled down. "You okay, little miss?" he asked. His voice was strong and cracked a little bit, but it made him sound shamefully adorable. "Um," I retorted. "I'm about the same age as you, 'little mister.'" He laughed. It chimed so perfectly in my ears. "Don't worry. If they respawn, it'll be too late because it'll be at sunlight, where they burn. Do you need shelter?"