Hey guys :3 I'm not sure why I wrote this, I just needed a new topic, and what better topic than my favorite game in the world? ;D Ok, I'm not as obsessive as my character, and I'm not anywhere near as awesome as she is (or will become).

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I admit it: I'm an obsessive fangirl.

Most girls my age were into makeup, boys, and gossip. But I wasn't like that. The thought of even applying lip gloss make me want to barf. The thought of checking out cute guys at the mall annoyed me; I'd rather see a good movie, check out GameStop, and then head to an arcade after. And usually, the gossip contained complaints about me.

Needless to say, I didn't have many friends.

Ok, I know people that are similar to me usually have weird, geeky friends they hang out with, but I was a totally different story. I was of my own category. Seriously. Even the geeks didn't want to hang out with me.

I remember getting bullied all the time in school.

It was not a pleasant experience. The girls snickered at me as I walked by. Some guys turned away when I looked towards them. Occasionally, a random dude would walk up to me and make a comment about me being a complete gamer girl, but I'd never hear a word from that person again.

I wasn't always like this. Back up a few years, and I was your average Joe. I wasn't popular, but I was friends with the popular girls. I had my group of friends, and we hung out, talked, laughed, did some fun stuff. I had a few guys like me, but I didn't care for many of them. I had stylish clothes, new sneakers every semester, great grades, and my share of outstanding moments.

But then there was Mary-Ann.

Mary-Ann had been my best friend for five years. We had bonded over an unfortunate incident during one lunch, and she had helped me regain my confidence. I had always envied her easy-going nature, her popularity, and her amazing speaking skills. But she was envious of my technology knowledge, my ability to ace any project, and the way my chocolate brown hair flowed along my shoulders. The two of us had spent countless days sitting before my computer, using webcams to take silly pictures. We'd prank call people from different states. We were your average bestie duo.

Then she became distant.

Then she started leaving us to spend time with other people.

Then she began spreading rumors about me, calling me names.

Then she became popular.

For a while, I just sat in my room, staring at the computer screen, tears flowing out of my eyes as I deleted each and every of the photos Mary-Ann and I had taken together.

I stopped doing things with my friends afterschool. Even though a few had tried to reach out to me and help me move forward, I pushed them out. They were so understanding and sweet, but I couldn't afford to trust anyone but myself any longer. My best friend had backstabbed me; it was a difficult thing to overcome. Instead of falling into the gentle embrace of everyone's arms, I sat alone, huddled, determined to find strength on my own.

Then, I discovered Minecraft.

It was an accident. I had been searching up music videos on YouTube, playing all the songs I adored but Mary-Ann had vetoed. In the sidebar, I discovered a video of a blockish world, where different people played. Two male voices introduced themselves to the camera. I scrolled down to the channel that had made the video. TheBajanCanadian. Hmm… That sounded unique. I spent the next few hours watching survival games videos from the hilarious dude in the red plaid hoodie and his furry friend, apparently named Jerome. The Canadian dude was named Mitch.

With nothing else to do in my spare time, I began spending more and more time watching Bajan's videos. After watching over a hundred survival games episodes, I began watching mini-games from Jerome's point of view, as well as AntVenom and CaptainSparklez survival games videos (AntVenom was a boss). Slowly, more and more Minecraft YouTubers were added to my mental list of channels to watch videos from, and I begged my parents to let me have a YouTube account. They obliged, thrilled that I was so excited about something again. I hadn't been very talkative since Mary-Ann, and they were glad to see me open my mind to more things.

CavemanFilms. SkyDoesMinecraft. Slamacow. Ssundee. Deadlox. ChimneySwift11. Bashurverse. They all began to add up, one channel after the other. I must've been subscribed to over 50 channels.

School came and went, but watching videos at the end of the day motivated me to get through the day. I sat in front of classrooms alone, usually reading a book or hurrying to finish last minute homework. Recess and lunch were torture, and I was usually one of the last people picked for group projects. But honestly, I didn't care about being an odd man out anymore. I had never felt accepted into a group anyway, not since years ago.

About a year after I had started a YouTube channel, I realized I could no longer be satisfied watching other people play this game. I had to get the game for myself.

So, once again, I begged, and begged, and begged.

And eventually I dragged my parents to the computer, made them type in the VISA card number, and bought the game.

It was even more amazing than I had thought. I spawned in various worlds, playing some on survival, playing some on creative to spawn in items, creating flatlands to build mansions, roller coasters, redstone contraptions. Understandably, during the week I had bought the game, my grades dropped and my homework was neglected. Needless to say, my parents grounded me from playing the game until I had brought my grades back up and finish all the missing assignments. I finished a weeks worth of work in two days.

That's pretty much how I discovered Minecraft. I was beginning to let the game control my life, as well as influence it. While Minecraft had become popular at my school, no one would even look my way. So I sat on the side, silently praying for the day to go by faster. Because I existed in my own world, a world where I could be the person I wanted. A world where I could build anything I imagined. Even though the 3-D world of Minecraft was just an incredibly awesome game, it was beginning to become my reality.

So, yeah… I'm a huge fangirl. I love every single one of them.

Every.

Single.

One.

Sometimes it drives my parents crazy. When I was younger, I always told my parents that I had wanted an older brother. I mean, it would've been pretty cool in my opinion. I knew people who had older brothers, and they said it was annoying. I knew people who were older brothers, and they said it was pretty annoying too. But I still nagged my parents about having an older brother. Once, I suggested that they should adopt a brother for me. My dad had laughed, picking me up and hugging me and telling me that they were already happy having me. My mom had smiled and kissed my cheek, telling me that spoiling one child was enough. I think I still secretly wish I had an older brother, someone who could protect me, but still me a cool person to play video games with.

Similar to my nagging about having an older brother, I extremely enjoyed ranting to my parents about the YouTubers.

Whenever a fact was shared, I knew instantly who was exactly like that. I could go on for hours listing everything I knew about each of them, from video details to real names, from subscribers to funniest moments. Sometimes, my dad would elbow me and tell me I was a stalker. But I'd just wink and say that I already knew that.

Watch out world. Here comes extreme stalker Anna-Ryah.

Alright, so my name is Anna-Ryah. Anna was my great-grandmother's name, and Ryah was just a spin on the name Ryan, which my dad loved even though his name was Alec. Back in what I call the "popularity days," my nickname was Anna. Now, people rarely talk to me. But my mom insists on calling me Anna or Anna-Ryah. My dad has always called me Ryah.

Ryah. Ry, like why, and ah, like you're screaming.

That's how most people know me today, if anyone does.

Weeks passed, and now I'm almost 16. It's weird, being a video game addict when you're a sophomore. It's my passion, even though I have no friends because of it. By now, most girls have had boyfriends and spend every waking moment fantasizing about hot guys and all that stuff. I spend every waking moment fantasizing about guys, but not in the way the girls at school do.

I'm pretty sure I would faint if I met even one of them.

Every time I play Minecraft, I have a burning determination to meet a YouTuber. It's been my dream since day one. How cool would it be to play survival games with the masters, or to accidentally join a mini-game with a few of my faves? Gosh, it would be so awesome! Although I've never actually met one, I still believe that one day I will run into one. I don't actually believe they'll know who I am, but just making one of them say my MC username (Ryah_The_Master, don't ask why) would make me faint.

The thing about acceptance is that it's about fitting in, about being part of a group. It's having friends, and knowing the people around you. It's knowing the people around you actually care, and that they'll stand by you no matter what.

I'm pretty sure that's wrong. I don't know what acceptance is anymore.

One of my favorite places in the world was the automotive repair place my dad owned. Alec's Mechanics. It had a nice ring to it, actually. He had gone into automotive repair in high school, spending every weekend at his uncle's repair place. My dad learned how to manage a business, and soon wanted to create one of his own. So in college, he went into business management and mechanical engineering, and four years before I was born he opened Alec's.

While Alec's wasn't the largest place in the world, I sure enjoyed it. There was a nice little office with a teal couch and a magazine-filled table, as well as gum and skittles vending machines. The desk was to the side, and parts with matching price tags covered the walls. Usually, a small vase of flowers sat on the windowsill of the large window.

When there were cars, I climbed the set of rusty stairs to a little cubby at the top of the garage. When I was three and my mom took up a full time job, I spent most of my days reading or playing with dolls in that little cubby. I was surrounded by labeled boxes. My dad had found a purple bean-bag chair for me to sit on, and a small glass table for me to play on. I'd always bring a backpack filled with items to spend the day playing with.

When there weren't cars, I sat in the black plastic chair in the garage, since it was cooler downstairs. The employees Daniel, Jacob, and Chester would sit in the back, drinking beers, talking sports, and playing cards. My dad usually sat in the office with his close friend Darren, reading Sports Illustrated or watching TV on the little old-fashioned screen in the corner. I, on the other hand, would just play with my dolls along the perimeter. As I got older, I would just watch YouTube. Seriously, I had no life.

The best thing about the place was the atmosphere. The vibe I got from the shop was the closest thing I felt to acceptance. I never felt like they wanted me gone. I knew they found me amusing, cute as a child, but never wanted to kick me out.

But I obviously don't know what acceptance is, right?

Adding to the atmosphere was my dad's generous attitude. He would help people in need, giving them discounts when they were in deep trouble. I loved how he spoke kindly to everyone, from women with several children to groups of tough-looking bikers. He was willing to tow customers for free, and assist anyone stuck on the road. Darren used to whisper to me that my dad was too nice. Compared to the people in school, it was extremely true, but I loved him the way he was.

I guess that really worked to my advantage. One kind act would change everything about me, including my definition of acceptance.

Let's just say it started with a banana.

The last part is an inside joke. It started with a banana, right? :) Well, once again please favorite and review if you enjoyed!