I wake up, and through the glass, I see that the sun is high, it's brilliance, is_. The sun is high?! I missed sunrise! I get off my bed and push past the door of my house as fast as I can. I run outside and take a deep breath of the natural scent of grass.It smells natural and familiar,But I don't see anything, I don't see the bones of the dead monsters, it's too late. I walk to the cluster of trees in my garden and sit on the green fuzz of the grass and relax, there is no reason to worry, I still have some trees, I could get lots of saplings from one tree, and I don't need bonemeal, I need patience, and to get patience, you need to wait. I get up and look around for a big tree. I find a tree with a thick trunk and lots of green things on it. Perfect. I walk over to it, staring at the beautiful trunk, a supplier of wood. I get my axe and start chopping, putting effort into each mighty swing of my axe. Finally, I get six saplings and plant one in place of the tree I cut down. As for the rest, I plant them on the edge of the tree cluster and sit down where I was. I enjoy the silence of this place and its peace. And then a sound breaks the silence. A voice.
"Yes!" I hear. The voice sounds feminine. Startled, I get up and run away from my garden to see where the voice came from. I look around and see the foot of someone disappear into my house and then the door slams shut. I run. There is an invader. I run to the door as fast as I can and push it open. There is no one inside. I hear someone's breath. The invader might be in the storage room. I hold my pickaxe steady tight and shake in fear, the invader may be evil and dangerous. I take a deep breath and jump down the hole to the storage room. I look around and digging through my chest was a girl. I stand steadying my feet and move closer ,my heart beat in my ears, ready for an attack, or not an attack, maybe I finally live not alone."Who are you?" I say." And what exactly are you doing in my house?" She makes a small scream ,turns around and kicks me. I see she has black shiny hair, light freckles and olive green eyes. As a reflex, I swing my pickaxe at her, she ducks out of the way and cries,"Stop, stop, please stop!" I stop, but hold my pickaxe steady, how do I know if she is to be trusted? "I'm sorry I'm looking through your stuff, I thought this place was abandoned."
"It's okay."
"I'm Stacey, What's your name?"
"I have no idea.But you still need to call me something... Call me Cecilia.And you can live here."I reply awkwardly.
"Awesome."
I place my hand on Stacey's shoulder."Welcome to Minecraft."She pulls away from me.
"What's Minecraft?" She looks up at me with her wide eyes.I'm certainly taller than her.
"Oh, this world um..is called Minecraft."
"How would you know that?" The frown on her face, of confusion probably, lowered my trust for her, even though it means nothing,
"There was a sign when I first appeared here, the first day of my life, that said since I can't get resources in a super flat world, I had five of every block in Minecraft, and I figured Minecraft is this world."
"Are we alone?"
"Yes,I mean no,I mean probably not."
"Do you know who put the sign?"
I sigh."It was there when I spawned,and no I don't know who put it.""Good." She mutters. "Excuse me? Good?" I say.She replies in a way that arises my suspicion."By good I mean that it's good that we don't know, so we don't have to chase that person around." "Okay." I mutter under my breath."You will sleep in the storage room, and you will have to be home before sunset." "Sunset?! That's where the fun starts! All the monsters appear!" I look at her."How do you know? Your first night hasn't come yet."
"Uh..I just know it, like I don't know how, but I know everything about Minecraft,I feel the knowledge." "Okay, we will hunt monsters at night but only until midnight." I offer my hand and she shakes it gently."Deal."
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