He Knows But Never Told

by Diamondninja18

This story is about a girl who is adopted by Team Crafted and goes on many adventures due to a secret someone has been hiding.

Chapter 1 Finding Family

As I arrived at the open gate I grew anxious. In attempt, I shook my head to relieve myself. I then board the plane, dragging a small brown suitcase behind me. I sat in the first open seat I saw and tucked away my luggage. All except my family records and some spare money. I was told a few people were my long lost brothers. As the plane lands I was way to excited to grab my suitcase. Instead I just got up and ran. Going fast enough to catch the first taxi. "Can you take me to MineCon, please" I ask the driver as I buckle my seat belt. The driver nods and smiles as he begins our journey to MineCon. After, the three and a half drive the driver opens his door and helps me out. I go to reach for my money but he quickly cuts me off.

"Oh, no need, you go have fun in there" He says with a smile. I smile and nod as he drives off for his next drive. In excitement I run to the main doors and check in. The lady smiled and gave me a velcro lanyard with the Minecraft logo printed all over it. As I continue walking so many people have arrived way earlier than I thought they would.

"How am I supposed to find these people in this crowd?" I ask myself looking around at the people. I found an empty table and sat down. "So I need to find people named Jerome, Mitch, Adam, Jason, Quinten, and Ty." I say quietly. Someone sits next to me. She was wearing a suit and tie. She had nice square-ish glasses, and a beautiful smile.

"You looking for those people?" She asked pointing at me. I nodded with a confused look. "Well, they are part of a group called "Team Crafted" and they are in their booth right now I believe. Oh, and it is that way!" She says with a flick of her hair. Then she was gone, so I began to walk to where the girl was pointing and found a booth that said "Team Crafted" but, nobody was there. I kept walking towards the booth and saw a group of people sitting at a table near the booth. As I approached them they slowly began to turn and look at me.

"Um, are you "Team Crafted"?" I asked hesitantly. They all started to laugh. Again I was confused and just gave them the papers. As they read it, themselves became confused.

"We're not even brothers!" One of the said with a laugh. Immediately after I heard that a wave of disappointment flew threw me