In The Game I call Life

Chapter 1

I pulled myself out of bed. I heard my mom making breakfast, the cows mooing outside, and my brother and sister running around upstairs. Pretty typical morning if you asked me.

My mom called all of us for breakfast and I hurried out there before Drew and my dad ate all the food.

"Good morning Red," My mother smiled at me, two bowls in her hands.
"Good morning Mom," I replied, taking one and sitting down at the table to eat the contents. Drew jogged down the stairs to take a bowl and sat next to me, and Emmalyn sat on my other side. My father came form outside. He had his iron pickaxe in his hand and he smelled of the mines.

"Hi Honey," My mother said to him, giving him a bowl and a kiss on the cheek. He smiled gently at her, holding the bowl with one hand.
"Hey," He replied, setting the bowl down and going to the chest where he kept his work things by the door. He put his pickaxe inside and took his knapsack off his back. He kneeled down and opened the bag and began to empty it. I watched as he put some cobble, a few peices of coal, and two peices of iron inside. He left the bag there and came back to sit next to Drew and eat his food.

"No diamonds?" My mother asked him.

"Not today. I didn't go very deep though, I didn't want to be late for breakfast. I have to harvest the melons and wheat before sunset as well," He said, giving a sigh.

My mother got herself a bowl and sat down next to my father at the end of the breakfast bar.

"Red, I want you and Drew to go woodcutting after breakfast," My father said, looking over at us. I nodded. Drew groaned, "Fineee..."

In a few short minutes we were both grabbing axes and our knapsacks and heading out the door.
We had to walk a little bit before reaching the oak trees, but when we did we got right to work, tossing the logs and a few saplings in our knapsacks and moving on to the next tree.

By noon I was pretty sure I had enough to last a long time. Drew came up behind me and asked, "Ready to go?" I dropped another log in my bag and then pulled it back over my shoulders.
"Yep," I replied, popping the P.

We began the longer trek back home, making it home a few hours before sunset. My father was setting out seeds, hoes, buckets, and anything else needed to farm.
"Unload your stuff in the chest and meet me at the farm," My father told us. "Don't bring anything but yorselves." He added, and then began walking in the opposite direction from where we had come from the forest. 

Drew and I headed inside and kneeled down, bringing our backpacks in front of us. We unloaded all our wood into the chest. I had gotten and stack and a half of raw wood. It looked like Drew had gotten about the same. 

I knew we wouldn't have to go woodcutting for a long while, because once the raw logs were transfered into planks, there would be enough to build a mansion! 
I looked in my inventory(The bag) before walking out the door and saw I had a few apples, my worn axe, and a equally worn stone pickaxe. I threw the pack back on my back and me and Drew made our way to dad.

The farm looked like the villagers' farms but it was just one, and bigger.

Raw oak wood made a large rectangle and dirt was inside. There were a few dirt blocks missing, but water was there instead, giving the seeds water to grow.
The seeds were little seeds any more though. There were melons on the other side of the farm, a few rows of carrots, and a row or two of potatoes. The rest was wheat. There was at least 8 rows of wheat.

My father gave us each a wooden hoe incase the dirt was too hard and dry to replant seeds, and then we went to the melon side to begin harvesting on that side. Drew and I had a system. We each did about half of each and every row.

I began collecting wheat, and then planted the seeds when the plot was empty. We weren't completely finished until the sun was beginning to set, and that meant we had to get home, fast.

Dad cursed under his breath and quickly began grabbing everything and practically throwing it in his inventory. "Run, get home!" He demanded. I grabbed what he had been aiming to grab -a hoe we had left-  and all three of us bolted for home.

Darkness began to flood over the somewhat forested area and we ran faster.

I suddenly tripped over a rise in the earth and tripped, falling on my face.

"Red! Get up!" Drew yelled at me from farther ahead. I heard noises from behind me and forced myself to get up and run once again. It was nearly impossible to see the ground, so I had to run slower to avoid falling again. I heard groans, bones clanking as they moved, and hisses nearing on my tail. Quite literally. I guess I forgot to mention I had a tail. I'll talk more about it later, when my life isn't on the line.

Anyway, Drew had come back and grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him and then pushing me ahead of him.

"Dad! Give me a sword!" Drew yelled. Dad was ahead of us and stopped to grab a sword from his inventory, but instead of giving it to Drew, he pushed him after me and told us both to run for the house.

Then he stayed and fought the vile creatures of the night. I stopped running to watch from afar. We were really close to the house now anyway.

Dad dodged to the side and stabbed his iron sword into a zombie's side and the thing fell to the ground with another vile groan. I saw something pale fly through the dark air and hit my father in the shoulder. "Dad, run!" I screamed, not wanting him to die.

Dad slashed his sword along a leaping spider's face and then he sprinted toward us. Drew and I ran as well. I saw mom outside, a bow in her hand and her eyes scanning the path we were running up. "Get inside you two," My mom told Drew and I. We basically threw ourselves inside and collasped on the floor, out of breath.

Mom and dad were now both outside. I managed to crawl the the window by the door and look out, watching them. Mom shot monsters -espessially those dumb skeletons- from farther off and dad killed the spiders and zombies that came close. Eventually they both came in.

"Go to bed Red and Drew." My mother told us while she shut the door and led my father to the couch. 

'Will he be ok?" I asked, looking at my dad. He had an arrow in his shoulder where the skeleton had shot him.

"Of course. Now go." 

"Ok.." I said relculantly, slowly going to the stairs to go upstairs where our beds were. I watched from the top step though.

Mom gave dad a golden apple and took the arrow out of his shoulder. We didn't have many golden apples, so I watched him eat it with curiosity. In barely a minute the cut was sealed and he looked fine.

I headed to my bed in the little nook we called the loft. I got in my little green bed and stared up at the ceiling, just thinking about what had happened really. Drew was on my right in his blue bed, and Emmylan was on my left in her pink bed. Our parents were around the corner, their bedroom area bigger than ours and closer to the house's only bathroom.

Eventually I faded into a sleep, where spiders, skellies, and zombies roamed a dark forest, and I was running away from them in a contiunious circle of fear.

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So how did you guys like the first chapter? Don't forget to vote, comment, and share this story!

Btw, if you were wondering why they had bags, it's the inventory. I wanted to make this somewhat realistic so instead of inventories like on the actual game, it is just some square shaped(Duh)  book-bag that they can put tons of stuff in just like the normal inventories.
The chests are basically the same from the game.
And the beds are from the 1.7.10 Minecraft Comes Alive Mod. Villagers/children can sleep in the beds and they can be different colors.

Also, I plan to upload pictures of the characters and things in the future. I plan to do a picture of Drew or the parents for this chapter, I just have to find one and upload it and stuff.