It all started in the middle of history class. I was sitting down, barely paying attention to Mr. Bundle (or Mr. Buzzkill) while tapping my pencil on the desk. He was going on and on about some World War II battle that I didn't care about. I was too busy doodling in my binder (a unicorn with wings, a blazing mouth, and shades, tell me that that is not awesome!). As I was drawing a couple of swords on the beast, I was aware of an odor that smelled like garlic and beaten old men.
"Mr. Johnson! You better pay attention to me right now, before I have to send you to the office!" Mr. Bundle yelled at me. I looked at him, deep in the eye, with the worst look I could give to a person I was angry at. As it appeared Mr. Bundle was winning, I made my eyes narrow until the looked swollen shut and my mouth look as if it ate sour grapes. I thought this made me look threatening, but in truth, I looked like I downed seven bean burritos and I passed gas.
Mr. Bundle looked away and continued on with the lesson. I returned back to my drawings, satisfied with my victory. Drawing was my passion. I wanted to become an artist when I grew up, so I just had to continue doodling. My doodles would be famous one day. I would frame them, and put them up in big art museums.
As I was fantasizing about my future, Mr. Bundle walked up to me again. With an angry look, and bloodshot eyes, he pointed to the door and rudely interrupted my thoughts by yelling, "OUT!"
I looked at him, steam ravaging from his ears, and obeyed his orders. I closed the door behind me, and saw that Alexis, a freakin' hot cheerleader, was at the end of the hall. I asked her for coffee last year, but she oh so rejected me. Don't get me wrong, she's still freakin' hot, but she was freakin' rude. Besides, I already had a crush on my real friend Jenny.
As I thought about hot women, I saw a shadow move behind me. I turned around and saw no one out there. "What the-" I began.
I felt a blunt object- a baseball bat by the feel of it- hit me in the back of the head, and my world turned black. The next thing I heard was Alexis' voice yelling for help.
What a beautiful world…
What the? Why the hell did that pop into my mind?
As I woke up, I was laying on a hard surface, but yet it felt grainy. It felt like gravel torn into grains. As I tried to begin to get up, I tried to remember what happened, but was distracted by the thought that my hands were blocky and square-like. I began to yell.
"WHAT THE HELL!"
I looked at the environment again and everything was made of blocks. The trees, the floor, the clouds, and everything in between were all blocks. I ran around in circles and wanted to get out. But there probably was no way out. Maybe I just have to survive.
"Survive…" I mumbled to myself.
I looked around the environment, and decided to myself to make a house. "Let's get it started."