Her friends warn her not to go to Brendan Fear's birthday party at his family's estate on mysterious Fear Island. But Rachel Martin has a crush on Brendan and is excited to be invited. Brendan has a lot of party games planned. But one game no one planned intrudes on his party—the game of murder. As the guests start dying one by one, Rachel realizes to her horror that she and the other teenagers are trapped on the tiny island with someone who may want to kill them all. How to escape this deadly game? Rachel doesn't know whom she can trust. She should have realized that nothing is as it seems… on Fear Island.

This is my story. Who showed me Minecraft. How I found Sky. The reason I started Wattpad. Why I am The Snow Girl.

"I've... Died?" The Snow Girl choked. She clutched her heart, and fell to her knees, looking at the ground. "Ah, nay child. I am the one who determines this. You see, in your reality, one can be judged by their death to determine if they may be granted second life." The Snow Girl looked up at her. "What?" She whispered. "Yes. Most often, one is not granted this. If it is an old man who died in his rocking chair, he's had a long lived life, and now deserves to rest. If it is a child in their first day of spawning, they now are able to run, play, and live eternally, never knowing the unforgiving pain one suffers throughout life. You players don't realize that dying, is not death. Living is not life, either. Once you have died, you never again have to fear of dying again." The Snow Girl stood up, forgetting her numbness she was in from her shock. "What about the evil people in the world? They forever live eternal happiness?" "Child, I never said that you forever live in happiness. I said that you live eternally in your soul. If you were a kind, and good person, you forever live in the goodness of your soul. If you were an evil, wicked person, you forever dwell in the wickedness of your soul, feeling ever so much more pain and suffering than you ever could when you were alive. You are more alive in death than in life." The Snow Girl looked around her, at the cold beautify and tranquility of her own soul. "And I will live eternality here?" "Yes, you shall. But not yet, child. In your case of death, you still have far to much to do in your life before you leave it forever. You will not die yet." "What do I have that must be done? Many children spawn in Minecraftia everyday. One in particular on goes a transformation that will last forever.