My Life in Mine craft
Chapter 1
I still remember my first day, wet and cold it was, I was drenched in ice-cold water up to the neck.
My weapons were made out wood so they did not last long. But at last I reached dry land and built a decent house out of wood and any other block that I could reach or find.
I began my search for valuables such as diamond, coal, Redstone, gold and any other things that I could find. The most valuable things that I found were a few bits of leather and some raw chicken. As I headed back to my house I heard a low groan. ''Oh no!'' I thought. ZOMBIE! Little alarms like that were going off in my head like crazy!
Luckily I saw the zombie before he could get me. When I finally reached my house, I found that I could make a crafting table with some of the materials I had collected, so I got all the materials I needed to make one and when I finished I could craft a more selected group of things.
In the morning I went out and killed some sheep so that I could make a bed to sleep in because, I had been sleeping on the hard, rough ground the past few days.
I found a good place to mine, but halfway through my exploring I encountered lava, so I left that till later.
I broke into a speedy sprint, but pulled back sharply. For then I saw an ocelot "climbing" a tall jungle tree. I figured since the ocelot was far away from me, I could run home without scaring it. It didn't work. I search the area hopelessly, wanting to find at least two spiders because at the rate a scared animal can run, he could be all the way to another island by now. I turned around hoping I might have more luck with a wolf. I found one in the middle of the desert, and hoped that I could tame it with one bone. I walked up to it and gave it a bone, and it loved me!
I went back toward the jungle, scanning my eyes over the horizon, looking for any trace of the ocelot, but there was none. My head drooped dejectedly, and I trudged back to my house. What was there gave me such a shock, that I nearly died!
It was the ocelot that I saw earlier! Suddenly I heard a spider's dying shriek behind me. I turn around and see my dog standing behind two solid pieces of string. I thank him and grab the string, running to my nearby crafting table. Two sticks, two string, I mutter under my breath.
In a matter of two seconds, I had crafted a fishing rod, and ran to the nearest water-hole. Must get fish…Must get fish, I mutter under my breath. I finally catch three, but when I turn, I can't find the ocelot. I sigh inwardly in disappointment. Mew….Mew…Meow. I jerk in excitement, and joy. I suddenly remember not to make a sound, but by then it is too late. It runs away from me in fright, and I follow it. After many fruitless tries I finally tame it.