Legends Of Minecraftia, Book 1, The Return

Chapter 1

" Vi! we need to go!" I call up the stairs to my little sister. I tap my foot on the dark wood floor and look at the cafe clock sitting in a brown box labeled 'kitchen decor.'

After not getting an answer, I run up the stairs and slide into our room, "Vi, come on, Mom's gonna ha-..." I stop midsentence when I hear a sniffle to my right in Violet's old room. I press my ear up against a faded unicorn sticker on her door.

" , what am I gonna do?" I hear her ask her silly old green and yellow chicken she lovingly named . I sigh and inhale. Violet had a lot of friends in the neighborhood and at school.

She loved it here. We lived near a flourishing forest, a park with lots of slides and swings, and near the city, where there were lots of malls and arcades to visit. It was perfect. I didn't fully understand why we were moving either, but my parents seemed to want to leave soon.

"Don't worry, it will be alright!" I say in a silly voice. Violet looked behind her, and her eyes lit up like the dawning sun. She was in her favorite grey cat hoodie and a dark purple skirt, sitting on her stripped bed.

I smile and open the door more, and she hugs me, still holding .

"Hey, guess what? Its time to go, so.." I trailed off when I saw a pile of clothes in her suitcase and toys and books strung around the room.

I sighed and looked at her. She looked at me in anxiety. "Nothing fits in the boxes! I cant pack in time," she says, hugging her doll.

I look into her sad and depressed looking face. She looks up at me, and I see her eyes are brimming with tears.

"What's the matter?" I ask you again. "Nothing, it's just I can't pack anything!" she says, sitting on the stripped, faded mattress. "Oh come on, I know its more than that," I say, picking up a bundle of clothes, stuffing them into a box marked 'Violet's Laundry.'

'"I'm gonna miss Lolly.." she says, whimpering as a river of tears and a torrent of hiccups fill the now empty room.

"Oh..." I utter quietly, tossing a pink babby doll with a white frill around its face, setting off its baby blue eyes and a kind smile.

Lolly had often bullied my little sister. I didn't think she'd miss her this much, I mean she thought Lolly was her friend because she invited her to her birthday party once, but after that...

"Hey, munchkin, what does ol' Mister Goodie good say?" I ask, kneeling to her level. Mister Goodie Good was an imaginary talking cat, that my sis and I made up, to help us remember to be polite and to help when we are in a tough time.

"Don't feel sad, you're leaving old friends behind, but be happy you making new ones?" she says, wiping her tears away with her palms. "Right, and what would I say?" I asked, looking at her mischievously.

A pretty little smile spread across her face

"To run!" she says laughing aloud

"Yup!" I said as I chased her out the bedroom door.

"Where were you!?" My mother stepped out of the kitchen as my sister came to an abrupt halt, and I followed quickly behind. "She was just packing up the last box," I lied. Our flight to Texas was about to leave in 50 minutes, and the airport was 45 minutes away, so my mom was stressed to no end.

"Oh, Violet, thank you for saving mommy time!" she said as she hugged Vi tight, her red curls falling over Vis little shoulders. "Alright, you two little workers, get in the car!" she says, standing up, checking her phone.

"Its time to go!" She strode over to her door and quickly got in.

I held my little sister's hand and helped her in her seat, buckling her in and giving her a bag of goldfish that I got from the food box. I closed the car door and opened the trunk to pack the last box safely inside.

I closed it, and im suddenly slammed to the ground.

I looked behind me to see a man with a gun. " I told I'd come back, Gideon!" he yelled. He had crazy blue eyes, and his hair was all messy.

But, why did this man think I was my dad?

Violet cried out, and he slowly turns to her and lifts the gun.

"You're NOT HURTING HER," I think as I grab a handful, I wet mud and throw it with the small range I have at the dude. He jumps up, and the gun flys in the grass.

He shouts as I scramble to get up and close Violet's car door. I get shot in the leg, but With the adrenaline going through my veins, though, it didn't really matter cause I could only feel it barely.

Then I heard another shot closer this time.

I looked up in surprise to see my mother shaking as she held the smoking gun in shock. I didn't even know she had one...

I looked back at the man who was now on the lawn drenched in his own blood.

I ran to her, hugging her and crying. Vi was calling me, But her voice sounded muffled. The adrenaline ran out.

I slumped to the ground, light-headed and dizzy.

Vi started crying in her car seat, and my mother kept saying to stay with her.

My mom picked me up, sending another stab of pain through me

and laid me in the car seat.

Vi touched my hand gently, and her silly little chicken doll was the last thing I remember before I passed out.

Violet

I looked at my older sister lying in her hospital bed; tears threatened to spill over my eyelids.

I always asked Carrie why she was so protective of me because I thought I didn't deserve it.

She only laughed and said, "What? How can a munchkin like you not be good enough for protecting?" She said as she knelt to my level, which Carrie did all the time to make me feel equal "If anything, I don't deserve such a giggling bundle of sunshine!" she says as she tickles me, which rewards her my little hiccuping giggles.

She was so bright and sunny at that time, so happy to see me, didn't expect anything but my happiness.

Now with her in here and me with mom, I felt lonely.

My mom always was too busy for me, and when I show her the little dog I painted one day as I got home from school, she'd just say "Honey, it's not art, its a drawing now go play, mommy's busy."

It hurt my feelings a lot.

I slipped upstairs quietly and cried on my bed, soaking the light lavender sheets. I heard my door open a crack, but when I looked, no one was there.

But To my surprise, My sister came in with the picture 30 minutes later and showed me.

She handed it to me; I looked at it in awe. She had painted four popsicle sticks in bright sunny yellow and glued rhinestones and a beautiful sunflower on it. "I thought the dog was so cute that I framed it, I even copied it and hung one in my room!" she said, giving me her signature sister smile.

I sprung off the bed and ran into her room and looked all over for it. My heart fell, "Carrie, where is it?" I asked. She walked over to her desk and pointed.

I got onto the chair and looked at it in awe. Right next to Carries Minecraft figurines collection, Was my picture framed in the same decor but instead purple.

Now when my sister put something on her desk, that that thing meant a lot to her! I hugged her so hard that day. She still has it there, collecting dust and memories.

I still remember that Three years ago, a small 5-year old hugged her sister for being the best big sister she could be. Now I know shes even more. And I loved that about her. " Violet, Its time to go," my mom said softly and sadly.

I kissed Carrie's palm, and then I was whisked out the door.