Author's Note:

I have one million stories right now that I need to work on, I have no idea why I decided to create another burden for me.

I decided this, I will write another chapter if a review is written for this chapter. I am really getting excited about this one though, so some bonuses MIGHT come.

Disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft.

Chapter 1:

I Don't Understand My Life

Have you ever had some kind of feeling of great joy at one point of your life? I never have. If I have, it was probably when my 'dad' gave me the piece of Jungle Wood. I never had the joy that you felt probably. You see, I don't even know if my dad is my dad. Lately, I think my parents aren't my parents. At night, I hear whispers coming from them after I'm apparently put to sleep. The whispers talking about what to do with me. How to get rid of me. I hear other whispers that this is the only way that I could trust them. I actually could no longer trust them. They were so painful. The thought that I might have been an orphan. I would sometimes cry myself to sleep. Yes, I was different from the other villagers of my village. I didn't have the swinging noses that they had. I had a flat one. I did not put my hands together no matter what. I would interact with figures that seemed interesting. I wasn't bald either. I have to say, they look like freaking monks.

No offence.

So I was really just living in complete torture. I had met a girl. She was just like me. She didn't really like her parents. They abused her with wooden shovels, and they put her to work a lot. She heard whispers like I did. She didn't have the special features of a villager. For some reason, I felt a connection with her. I didn't have a crush with her, so I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. Yes, I felt something strange between us. I can almost guarantee that it isn't love. Yet, I felt closer to her than my 'parents' as they claim to be. We were friends. We knew each other well. Still, I didn't know her enough.

I quit. I would stop thinking about my parents. No, I would leave the past behind, and instead, I would concentrate on the future. Yes, the past was worthless. They only give grief and tears. I closed my eyes. Tears fell. I don't know my parents. I only had a few emeralds on me. I was cold and hungry. I was an orphan. Before I finally left village territory, I thought about the girl, Mia. Her name was Mia, did I not mention her name? I guess not. I turned back. I wouldn't leave her behind, I simply refuse. She would think I abandoned her. Will she think it's for her sake? No she will not. She is a stubborn girl as well. I sighed. It was all a lie. I started walking to her house. I can't knock. How will I do this? I had asked myself that question over and over. Finally, I broke some wood with my fist, something a villager can't do. I hoped that wouldn't wake Mia's parents up. I waited. I kept waiting until I was sure that they didn't hear anything. I slowly climbed in, crouching. I crawled over to Mia's bedroom. Inside, she was sleeping peacefully. I stood up and shook her. I kept my hand on her mouth. I expect her to scream. 3...2...1...

"AHHHHHHHH!" she screamed.

What did I tell you? Oh yes, she would scream, and, as I thought, she screamed. I put my blocked hand to my lips. She nodded. She hopped out from her bed. I think she understood the situation, but I never understood how her blocked brain worked.

We ran out, and as we did, the sun started to rise. We took too much time. Villagers started walking out their houses. Some remaining hostile mobs were burning. I sighed. I ran to get out of village territory.

Oh, we ran like crazy.

Ching!

Bye.

(Awkward, sorry)