(A/N) Hello for the first time readers, this is JayMan551 you may know me from any site that I have this username on, YouTube, PSN, Xbox, Flip Note Hatena (don't be stupid it's a Nintendo DSi thing), and uhh... other things that I can't remember at the moment. Anyway this is my first story, so don't be mean, I allow constructive criticism, but flames will be shunned (unless they have a valid point). Anyway enough chitchat TO THE STORY!

Disclaimer: I don't own minecraft, I do own this plot line and the personalities I give the characters (I'm only saying this once)

The New World Saga Book 1: Minecraft

Chapter 1: An out of world experience

"Uh, excuse me Mr. Jackson," My teacher called impatiently "attention at the front please." I shook my head and focused on my teacher, Mr. Brownswell. He was in his mid thirties with buzzed brown hair (he claims to have once been a Navy Seal, but everybody knows he's lying), he was wearing a tan polo-shirt with green and gray plaid stripes. He was also wearing khaki pants. Satisfied that he had my attention he continued with his lecture about the skeletal system. I sighed and looked out the second story window to my left. It overlooked the courtyard, with the flagpoles swaying in the breeze. It was still pretty early so I saw some last minute late students running in the front door. I then focused on the reflection in the window. I stared at my useless black hair that always fell back into place not matter what I did not it, no amount of hair gel would change that, so I accepted it and left it alone. I then stared at my face, wishing I could tan my body instead of burn it when I stayed outside too long. I then realized that the person behind me was whispering about me, she and the person to her left were whispering just loud enough for me to hear.

"OMG," said the girl behind me, "I can't believe that my first day of high school I get stuck behind that nerd."

"Oh yeah definitely," said her friend, "He's such a looser, I heard that he's sooo poor that he eats garbage and his form of entertainment is hiding from hobos."

The two girls giggled knowing I heard them. I sighed, and decided to just ignore them. Although they are partly true, I am dirt poor, I did have to eat garbage once, that was only once and I had no other choice. The people who provided for me (my friend Tim and his parents) were out of town. See my parents abandoned me, but not in an adoption home, noooo they just threw an infant out on the street to die. Lucky for me there was a hobo who took care of me till I was eight or nine, then he was murdered. Then for a few years I was alone, I got a job (don't ask how or who in their right mind would hire an eight or nine year old) I did mediocre chores or jobs, in payment they bought me clothes and paid for my education, at the time I thought education was pointless, I knew how to steal, read and write, I knew all the survival basics. I just wish people would mind their own business, like the cheerleaders behind me. But if everybody minded their own business, then I wouldn't have clothes, and I would be eating out of the garbage every day.

I managed to survive my first day of high school (as a freshman), without getting lost or beat up by the football team just for being born. Unfortunately I didn't share any classes with Tim, my best and only friend, which means I was stuck with complete and total strangers for eight hours every day. My only reprieve is after school, where I can go home to my cardboard box. It's an old refrigerator box, so its kinda large enough for me to fit in and sleep, I'm gonna have to find a new box or something to fit in, cause I'm outgrowing my current box.

After school I was relaxing in my cardboard box, when my neighbor, Billy showed up. (A/N I know, Billy what an original name...) He was wearing his usual faded, red and green plaid shirt, that were ripped up at the sleeves, neck and bottom it also had various holes and stains in it. His ripped up blue jeans were covered in fresh mud. He knocked on the opening in my box and opened his mouth like he was trying to say something, but was too nervous to spit it out. I waited patiently for him to gain his courage, when he put a decisive look on his face.

"Sooo... did you ask your friend's... " he suddenly lost his voice, and started hitting himself on the head. Billy has his problems and isn't the brightest light bulb in the closet. That decisive face came back. "Did you ask your friend's parents to adopt you yet!" He suddenly blurted out.

"No I, never planned too," I suddenly realized his sudden interest in me moving out "So no you can't have my box." A while back I asked Tim's dad to cut some plywood about the shape of my entrance, he told me no, but he did say something about making me a house out of plywood (that never happened) so I almost forgot about it (emphasis on almost)

The hobo looked disappointed. Then his face lit. The look that followed could only be described as creepy, if for the fact that his face was unshaven and if his teeth weren't yellow with some missing it would have almost been scary. He moved faster than I knew he could and wrapped his slimy greasy hands around my neck. He kinda caught me off guard, but me eating two square meals a day and me taking P.E. he might have managed to beat me I yanked his hands away from my face. Then I grabbed one of his arms and twisted it behind my back. He started to reach at me with his other hand, but yanked it back when I flicked my wrist and caused pain to shoot up his arm. I planted my foot on his back and kicked him out. Then I pulled the two flaps on either side of the box shut blocking him from view. I then proceeded to tape it shut on the inside. After a while I dozed off in to a restless slumber.

I woke up suddenly not realizing why I had awoken, when I heard a distant boom and realized that a thunder-storm was approaching. I grabbed my switch-blade knife and cut the tape. I held my knife at the ready waiting for Billy to try and jump me. But he never came, suddenly I realized I was wasting time, while I waited for Billy the storm I heard earlier was slowly rumbling closer. Realizing this I took off running down the street. After a while of running around corners and across streets Tim's house came into view. It was a two bed, two bath, single story house. I soon realized none of the lights were on, two reasons as to why popped into my head, either the power is out or they're asleep. I started banging on the door as loud as I could. It started to rain, I mean not just rain but pouring down as hard as possible. After a while of me pounding I realized that they were sleeping. So I ran around to the back of Tim's house and climbed the chain link fence, into his back yard. I found their cellar door and yanked it open, jumped in and slammed it behind me before I got any wetter.

On days like this Tim's parents let me sleep in the cellar, and out of the rain. They put in a computer and a TV for me to use while I stayed. I dried my hands as best as I could on my shirt, then grabbed a sticky note and pen, and wrote 'Stormed last night came here to stay dry' I then stuck the sticky note to the door that led to the rest of their house. After a while of staring at my handiwork eventually I closed the door and walked over to the computer. I wiggled the mouse to see if it was on then the screen came alive with my screen saver, the bouncing windows logo. Then it asked me who's account to log into, I clicked on my account. Then it was my wallpaper (no icons), which was a picture of a couple of (Minecraft) creepers, that I found on the internet. Soon all the icons appeared, there weren't that many just Minecraft, my computer recording program, and the Google chrome icon. I clicked on the Minecraft icon, didn't feel like recording today, I logged into my account (I ain't about to put my username and password here). Then it went to the loading screen, then the main menu. I clicked the single player button, then selected the world called new world (A/N Yeah I know that name isn't original either).

(Unknown POV)

The Ender dragon, realizing I was here, came at me with a slow, and calculating speed. As it approached me, I readied my obsidian sword and waited. When it was in striking range I killed it with a single blow.

"Traitor..." was the last thing to ever come out of its mouth, as it disappeared in death, the exit portal appeared and so did 100 levels of experience points. I looked to the exit portal and saw the dragon egg on top. I teleported over and grabbed the egg, then exited the End. As I appeared in the Terra world all of the nearby endermen approached me.

"Welcome my brothers and sisters in arms, together we have destroyed the ender dragon! And together we will leave this world with the wish this egg will grant us!"

(Isaac's POV)

It was the weirdest thing I ever saw. A large group of endermen surrounding a larger enderman, with what looked like an obsidian crown on its head and the dragon egg in its hand. Then suddenly a voice started coming out of my computer speakers, at first it was just a bunch of incoherent mumbling.

"Wish" one voice said.

"Dragon egg" another voice said

That's when I understood what it was trying to tell me that I had to get the dragon egg away from the endermen, and luckily for me I have a bucket of water or three. I spilled the first bucket of water and the water flowed in all directions. It didn't even reach the endermen farthest from the egg I got to the outskirts of the water and dropped the second bucket, the water touched the dragon egg and half of the endermen (including the one with the crown) hissed and teleported away I walked to the egg and dropped the last bucket of water on top of it. The rest of the endermen hissed and teleported away. The enderman surrounded me (and the water) and kept trying to teleport to me. But the water kept them back, and if they got too close my iron sword kept them back nicely too. After a while I remembered the egg, I then proceeded to grab it and put it in my backpack. Then (I'm just going to call it the king enderman) the king enderman seemed pretty mad at this.

(King enderman POV)

That little meat block dares to place his hands on the Egg, then proceeds to put it in his filthy bag!

"THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!" I roared, which scared all of the endermen scattering away from me, they have learned not to get on my bad side. I teleported to the meat block and swung my obsidian sword at him, the meat block blocks it with his iron sword and manages to hold me off, but I know this won't last long I can already hear his iron sword groaning under the pressure, it will crack soon.

(Isaac's POV)

I am seriously freaked out right now, since when can an enderman hold and use a sword? And since when can swords be made out of obsidian! And on top of that those stupid voices won't shut up! Then I noticed something, something bad, my sword was breaking! This cannot get any worse. My sword shattered and little fragments of iron exploded outwards. As the shards approached my game character everything went into slow mow, then I made a wish, realizing that it could save him. I wish I could be somewhere safe.

"Your wish will be granted."

The screen turned white, then little green matrix like codes appeared on the screen, moving too fast for me to read. The white was starting to hurt my eyes, so I tried to close my eyes and look away. Even with my eyes closed the white blank and green letters stayed burned into my eyes. I wanted to scream, I opened my mouth to scream but not a single whimper came out. Then suddenly I blacked out, The blackness was a good change of scenery from the whiteness.

A/N Yes! Chapter one down, who knows how many others to go. Wait what? Anyway, what did you guys and gals think? Was it good was it bad? Tell me! If you guys don't review Isaac won't live to see the end of this story.

Isaac: "WHAT! No don't condemn me PLEASE!

Go back to your little box, now.

Isaac: "Okay..."

Now that that's out of the way, Review NOW!