Getting Out of Minecraft

I punched a block of soil. Then another. Then another. Until all the blocks of soil in font of me were gone, leaving me with mini-me versions of it. I quickly put it in my pocket, knowing that I might need it later. I started wandering around in the dark, stumbling over grass and flowers because it was dark. Then I saw it. Two, glowing white orbs in the forest directly looking at me. And so did the best idea I've ever had since getting stuck here: RUN.

My name is Katy Smart. And I am stuck in the world of Minecraft.