Minecraft (Diary of a Minecrafter - School of Minecraft - Minecraft Books For Kids, Minecraft Stories For Kids, Diary of a wimpy kid Book 1) (3 page)

Just two days to go, I can't believe that it's really happening. Pinch me before I wake up. Ouch, not you Dale, he's my best friend, well he was until he pinched me.

Tuesday

Tomorrow, my life starts for real tomorrow. There is no way that I will be able to sleep, I'm just too excited. Bags are packed, well not really seeing as you aren't allowed to bring anything with you, but I'm ready. Wish me luck.

Wednesday

First day of school. How cool is this. I'm waiting in front of the gates of the SCHOOL OF MINECRAFT (sorry for shouting, but this is awesome!) with all the other Noobs. Any time now they are going to open the doors and a new school year will begin. Thought I'd write my thoughts in my journal now before it gets too hectic. Everyone is milling around, eyeing each other up, trying to see who's who.

Just heard a really strange rumor. Someone said that when you graduate from the school your memory is erased, so you never remember being here, but you still know how to do everything that you learnt. Pretty weird but it sort of makes sense as no one but Steve has ever made it home.

OMG. The gates are opening, this is the moment I've waited for my whole life. BRING IT ON.

The inside atrium of the School is totally awesome dude. It is huge! The ceiling is so high I can't even see it, you could probably fit my village in here a hundred times over. There are tables stretching as far as I can see and they are all laid out ready for a massive feast, I wonder who else is coming?

'Come inside Noobs, time is a wasting. Take a seat, quickly now.' The voice rumbles through the huge chamber. I couldn't see who was speaking but everyone ran to the nearest tables and sat.

'Right, wherever you are seated is now your place until you graduate or you are killed. '

Everyone laughs at this remark until the voice continues.

'Do you think I am joking? Learning to be a Player is highly dangerous and most of you Noobs will not survive, in fact you may wish to leave now and spare yourselves the pain. '

A big guy on my left digs me in my ribs and whispers, 'you may as well beat it now kid, this is no place for someone like you,' to which he gets laughs from the rest of the table.

Why did I have to sit next to him?

'So your decision is now made.' And with that comment the huge school doors slam SHUT.

'Good, then let the new intake cycle begin. Here at the School of Minecraft you will learn all the skills you need to survive in the Overworld. It will be tough and dangerous, but for those of you who survive the next few months you will graduate as a Player Avatar.'

Months? How long does it take to train to be a Player. Strange, I've never really considered it before.

'Good, now that your decision to become a Player Avatar had been made, let us begin,' the voice continued.

And so began my training to become the greatest Player Avatar of all time. But I'm getting ahead of myself again.

Bunking Up - I'm sharing a room with three Noobs from other villages. There's Robbin Of The Hood, who we call Hoody, then there's GravyBoatThief, now known as Gravy and lastly Jakes421587, so we call him numbers. They are all so different from me, even their names seem strange, still, they seem like nice people and we are all here for the same thing.

We sat up all night chatting, no one slept, we were just

Our first lesson tomorrow is how to use a crafting table. AWESOME!

Thursday

Crafting Skills 101

Cool. Our crafting teacher is none other than Jens of the Larrsons, the actual guy who wrote the Book Of Crafting. This is the best day of my life, EVER!

I have got to tell you this - sooo funny!!!

Mr Larrson told us all to gather around the crafting table in the middle of the room and asked if anyone had ever used one before. The big guy who jabbed me in the ribs yesterday raised his hand and smirked at the teacher. 'I have.'

'Hmm, really, that seems very unlikely, and you are?' asked Mr Larrson.

Looking pleased with himself, he bowed and replied arrogantly, 'Darth of the Blackheaths, sir.'

'Well Darth of the Blackheaths, your family holds no sway over the School of Minecraft, here you are just a Noob like everyone else. Now show me what you've got.'

You could have knocked us all over with a feather. The Blackheaths are the most powerful family on Minecraftia and Mr Larrson just dismissed him like he was a nobody. Hang on, noooo, that's the same guy who picked on me yesterday. I just got in a fight with a Blackheath! Way to go Jeb, not even one day in the School and you have already made an enemy with one of the most powerful people in the world!

Darth strutted up to the Crafting Table like he owned the place, I don't know, his family is so rich, maybe he does. He turned and looked at Mr Larrson and asked. 'So, what do you want me to make?'

'Let's start with the basics, shall we Darth. Why don't you make me some wooden planks,' Mr Larrson replied.

'Is that it? I expected a least a suit of armor. Ok, wooden planks coming straight up.'

Darth grabbed the front edge of the crafting table and tried to pull it open, no seriously, he tried to open the crafting table to get some planks. Did you get that?

The more he pulled, the more we all laughed, and the more we all laughed the harder he pulled.  Mr Larrson was rolling around on the floor, holding his sides and trying to regain control.

'Class, please, calm down,' he wheezed. Darth is attempting to craft Wooden Planks, please give him the opportunity.... and that was as far as he got before another bout of uncontrollable laughter overcame him.