It was two years later. Me and Herobrine were both in sixth grade. Herobrine was the new kid in our class. He said he was a transfer student from Mexico.
He said, "In Mexico, it's very hot. Not like here."
Me and Steve said, "Okay."
He said his name was Hero. Plain Hero. No last name.
I asked if we could be friends with him (so we could ditch him at recess). It was funny at first, but then Herobrine got mad.
He chased us into the lunchroom. We both screamed.
He said, "This was your last."
But then I said, "JK!"
"Okay then," Herobrine said. We were friends after that.
I had thought he was going to destroy us but he wasn't bad if you didn't make him mad. That could come in handy with bullies.