Minecraft: 50 Unofficial Minecraft Books in 1 (Minecraft Diary Deal, Minecraft Book, Minecraft Storybook, Minecraft Books, Minecraft Diaries, Minecraft Diary, Minecraft Book for Kids)

by Billy Miner

  DISCLAIMER: This information is provided “as is.” The author, publishers and/or marketers of this information disclaim any loss or liability, either directly or indirectly as a consequence of applying the information presented herein, or in regard to the use and application of said information. No guarantee is given, either expressed or implied, in regard to the merchantability, accuracy, or acceptability of the information. The pages within this e-book have been copyrighted.

  Minecraft Girls

  A Diary of Minecraft Girls

  By Billy Miner

  Copyright @2015

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without permission in writing from the publisher, Billy Miner.

  This book is or will also be available in audio form. I have hired professional narrators who do voices and make the story come alive.

  Do you want a free audiobook? Contact me at billyminer2@yahoo.com. I will send you a promo code so you can get the Audible version for FREE. Don’t wait too long, because I only have a limited amount of audible codes.

  Social Media:

  Pinterest Board: https://www.pinterest.com/vinnie1982/minecraft-books-by-billy-miner/

  Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/Minecraft-Books-875443765906131/

  Email: billyminer2@yahoo.com

  If you like my book, please leave a positive review on Amazon. I would appreciate it a lot. Thanks! This is the link:

  Leave your review here. Thank you!

  Contents:

  Introduction

  Entry 1: I Hate Her

  Entry 2: I Love Her

  Entry 3: So Much Fun

  Entry 4: So Annoying

  Entry 5: A Nightmare

  Entry 6: A Dream

  Entry 7: Something New

  Entry 8: Bunch of Scam Artists

  Entry 9: Best Friends Forever

  Introduction

  Trish and Tracy have known each other for years. They played house together when they were young, threw the puppets in the laundry hamper when they got a little older, and now that they are 12 years old, they have agreed to write in the same diary together.

  Best friends… that’s what they are supposed to be. But what they don’t know of each other, since they swore not to read each other’s entries, is that sometimes, they feel like killing each other, because their personality types don’t match at all.

  Read the funny and engaging mutual diary of these two friends who cannot stand each other when times get rough but love each other out-and-out.

  Entry 1: I Hate Her

  This is Trish. I hate my friend right now.

  Okay, this is a bad way to start a mutual diary. I know. But I just have to get it off my chest. You see, we had this sleepover and it was going to be super cool, right? Well, it wasn’t. I expected some fun partying. But all we did was whining about this or that.

  Let me explain what happened: The no-nonsense, forward, short-cut version of that evening.

  We hadn’t seen each other for a while. It was a lot of fun to be together again. After a short hug, I showed her my room. Since we had moved, she might as well see it, I thought. So I showed everything: The new stereo I bought, the awesome outfits I had added to my wardrobe, and the money I made by babysitting a bunch of preschoolers. She didn’t look impressed. I don’t know why, but all she did, was stare at my items silently. I almost had the feeling she was judging me. Weird.

  Well, I kept it short. You know me. And after that we were going to watch an action-packed adventure movie about a knight who killed endermen, zombies, and exploding creepers, with that stunning actor James McFaley. He is so handsome! I was ready to see some booms and bams, and a simple storyline portraying some really hot guys and buff muscles. Guess what she wanted to see… a boring drama movie!

  Ughh…

  I tried to convince her of the dullness of such a show, but it was like she didn’t even let me influence her just a bit. She pulled out all kinds of good reasons why her movie was more interesting.

  So after a while I just said, “Fine. I have nothing to say against it. I just know I won’t enjoy that movie as much, but I don’t know how to explain it to you.”

  That was it.

  We ended up watching her movie.

  Bummer.

  Oh well, I was just going to endure it.

  I sat there, feeling frustrated and boiling up inside. The movie was sooo sloooow! It didn’t go anywhere. There was a woman who had some kind of disease. She was dying and her fiancé was in tears all the time, trying to rescue her and getting mad at the doctors. I was getting really impatient, since the main characters didn’t look good (okay, call me shallow), and the music was as sluggish as a real slug. Yuck! I kept watching the minutes on the clock, and when it said it had arrived at 90 minutes, I thought I was saved.

  Nope.

  It still wasn’t over. This movie was taking forever. I went to the kitchen and fixed some chips and salsa. You know, just get out a bag, toss it in a bowl, put some hot stuff on the side, and I was able to survive another hour of this nonsense.

  I came to the living room.

  “Here you go,” I said with a happy face.

  “Thank you so much,” she said.

  But then she tasted it.

  “Eeeeeh!” she screamed. “It’s so spicy!”

  What? No, really, what? That salsa was labeled as MEDIUM! How could she think it was spicy? Doesn’t she have a spine? Has her mom never fed her spicy food before? I have tasted food from countries that were so full of peppers that you could feel your whole mouth burn, but you never hear me complain about that. I was fed up with her over-sensitiveness. I mean… come on. It wasn’t that bad.

  “Sure,” I said as I snatched the bowl with chips away. “I’ll eat them by myself.”

  “Oh, that’s okay,” she said. “I like them without salsa. It’s a great snack.”

  Yuck! Who would eat nacho chips without salsa? Here she was being so picky about what she ate, but had such a weird preference for simple things. I didn’t get it. And at that time, I didn’t think I would ever understand her.

  And if that wasn’t enough, she wanted to share her feelings about the movie after it was over… the movie which took 3 hours of my precious time.

  How about it, Tracy? Did you really think this was a fun time? It was boooring! Booooring I tell ya!

  Anyway, she started and thought about almost every word, just to make sure she would pick the right one.

  “I loved this movie so much,” she began, “because it captures the essence of what people feel towards each other.”

  She paused.

  She was still pausing.

  “Okay?” I said. “Go on.”

  “Well, the main character showed a lot of empathy towards her fiancé, who was also going through a rough time and uhm…”

  She thought for a moment.

  “He didn’t know how to cope with this sudden change, since he hadn’t planned on it. It seemed so overwhelming to him because it was unexpected. Here they had their whole lives planned out and this terrible disease almost took that away.”

  Her voice changed. Was she going to cry? Over a stupid movie?

  Yes, she cried, but she didn’t care, as if she liked crying. I sighed and tried to comfort her by saying, “What do you want to do next?”

  “Oh,” she said. “I was planning on reading a little bit.”

  “R-reading?”

  “Yes,” Tracy said. “I brought these two wonderful novels and I am sure you would enjoy this one.”

  She grabbed one from her bag.

  Reading is awful. I never read books, only for school, and that’s because I am forced to do it by my teachers, but since I didn’t come up with a better idea, I just went along with it. Silly me.

  After about 20 minutes, I was happy that she was willing to do something else, because for 20 minutes, there had been silence. We were just sitting there, each reading our own book. I was
tapping my fingers impatiently, flipping the pages occasionally but not reading a word. The letters were swimming in front of my eyes. Why weren’t there any pictures in this book?!

  “That was nice,” she said after a while. “What do you want to do, Trish?”

  Ah, finally I had a say in this. I jumped up enthusiastically and told her what I wanted:

  A PILLOW FIGHT!!!!

  She looked a little awkward, as if that wasn’t a good enough idea. But she gave in and enabled me to have my way. I ran towards the stereo and cranked up the music. “Minersville Mayhem” was one of my favorite DJs, and they were awesome! I started jumping up and down, going nuts and feeling in my element by letting myself go. The hardcore/techno music was exactly what I needed to break through the boring reading activity.

  I got a pillow and hit her in the stomach.

  “Ooof!”

  She grabbed a pillow and defended herself, but after a while, I noticed she wasn’t really fighting back. She scrunched up a bit and allowed me to keep hitting her.

  So I did.

  Why not, right?

  She didn’t mind, did she?

  WHAM!

  My pillow wacked her head and she fell over.

  “Are you going to get up?” I asked.

  She didn’t respond. Was she crying again? I bent over and looked at her face, hidden behind her hands. Yes, she was hurt.

  “It’s okay,” Tracy said. “I know that this is what you like to do.”

  “Oh, I am sorry,” I apologized. “Sometimes I get a little carried away. I don’t know my own strength.”

  “Thanks for apologizing. Shall we go to bed now? It’s getting late.”

  “Uhm… okay. I thought we would stay up a little later, but if you want to go to sleep now, we can.”

  “Yes, I would appreciate it.”

  To me it was still early, but I humored her and we went upstairs. We brushed teeth and went to bed. Need I say more?

  This sleepover was a disaster.

  Entry 2: I Love Her

  This is Tracy. I loved yesterday. It was one of the best sleepovers I had in about… probably about a year and three months. And perhaps a few more days.

  Anyway, I arrived at Trish’s house. It looked beautiful. I couldn’t believe she lived in such a nice neighborhood. The sides of the villa were trimmed with detailed decorations and elaborate patterns. Somebody had put a lot of time into constructing this gorgeous home. The color of the house was white, but the doors looked like a warm greyish blue. I fell in love with that place instantly.

  I went to her and gave her an endearing hug, showing how much I missed her. She was a little quicker to let go, but I still had the feeling that she had missed me the same.

  It made me feel at home right away. When I sat on the couches in the living room, I felt like I was sitting on a comfortable, soft cloud. I looked around and noticed the artistic painting on the walls, with their picturesque colors and dimmed shadow effects. The living room was spaced out really well, allowing me to feel like I had space to think.

  She guided me to her room and showed me her stereo. Well, she blasted her stereo, telling me how much fun it was to listen to such a powerful sound. I appreciated the quality of the sound, but it was way too loud for me. I asked her to turn it off, and she was kind enough to do so. Then she bragged about how much money she had made. I still don’t know why she told me that, as if that proves anything, but I just wanted to move on to the activities I had planned in my mind.

  We went downstairs and she suggested we would watch some kind of zombie-action movie with arrogant guys and too much ego. It was more like a movie for boys, I thought. And so, without hesitation, I pulled out the movie I brought from home.

  The movie I brought was excellent for a girls’ sleepover. It was a sensitive chick-flick with a twist ending. I had watched this show 11 times already, crying each time when it came to that part when the woman’s fiancé declares his infinite love to her and holds her hand, telling her that they will always be together, no matter what.

  I knew she would love it, so I told her every reason she should hear to watch it. For some reason, she didn’t seem to get it, so I kept explaining why this movie was the best choice.

  Then she suddenly told me, “Fine. We’ll watch this one.”

  I wasn’t sure if she was sincere, but I hoped she would see my point after this wonderful movie would end. It would touch her, just like it had touched me.

  It was so deep… the thought and symbolism the creators put into this film. One thing that was a little weird though, was that Trish got that awful spicy sauce. I needed something soft, something chewy; not that stuff that burns your tongue. But fortunately, she completely understood, giving me the chips without the salsa. I appreciated that she knew me so well that she remembered that I didn’t care about the salsa in the first place.

  After a sincere and thoughtful discussion, she was even sweeter to me than before, telling me she was okay with reading a book. That book series was my favorite. Each word had been chosen carefully by the author, truly depicting the core of what message she was trying to convey.

  I loved it.

  It was quiet.

  No noises, no tumult, no distractions… just being in our own worlds, enjoying the depth of the novels.

  But she looked a little discontent, so when I asked her what she wanted to do, I was surprised that she didn’t want the silence anymore. She turned up the music and started hitting me with pillows. What’s so sophisticated about that, just a pillow fight? Oh well, I didn’t mind… that was… until she became wilder and fiercer. I couldn’t block her attacks anymore, so I just covered my head to be safe.

  Then she hit me hard.

  BANG!

  That hurt… SO MUCH!

  I fell to the floor and pretended I was okay, trying to keep the peace. I knew she would feel too guilty anyway if I showed her that I was in pain. I didn’t want this to turn into an argument. I was happy that she was having a good time.

  “I’m okay,” I said.

  I wasn’t.

  But then she apologized. See? She did feel guilty. She was so sweet, and I wasn’t going to take advantage of her. I suggested we would go to bed, since it was already 10:00 p.m. and the word “sleepover” should mean that you actually sleep, shouldn’t it? Everything went according to plan.

  I loved it.

  The sleepover was a great memory and that’s why I wrote it in this diary.

  Entry 3: So Much Fun

  This is Trish. Remember how I complained so much about the sleepover? Well, I am back, writing in this diary and telling you that I was having the best time of my life at the dance.

  That’s right. We went to a dance, just by ourselves as best friends. Don’t get the wrong idea here… if we could have hooked up with a hot guy, we would have, but nobody we knew was available or willing to take us.

  I didn’t care. I loved dancing, and going there with my best friend Tracy was invigorating.

  We met each other in front of the night club. The place looked big. I was pumped up and ready to go inside. The music was audible on the outside of the building and all kinds of cool, dressed up people went inside.

  I saw her. She looked good. She greeted me by apologizing she was late.

  “Sure,” I said. “Let’s go.”

  “Wait,” she said. “Let me check if I have everything.”

  She put her hand in her bag and lifted it up to her face, checking every item to make sure that she didn’t forget anything. I was getting cold, so I jumped up and down already, eager to go inside.

  “Okay, I think I remembered to take everything,” she said. “But I don’t know if these Tylenol pills will be enough if I get a headache.”

  “That’s okay,” I said. “If you can’t take it anymore, we’ll just go home. Now, let’s go.”

  “Okay,” Tracy said.

  We ran towards the entrance… well… I ran towards the entrance, dragging Tracy with me
. I don’t know why she didn’t just keep moving, but I think I was helping her by energizing her and pulling her towards our destination.

  The school did a good job renting this building. I loved it. The music was loud and the base was to die for. It was somewhat dark, but the lights really made it a party.

  “Come one!” I said excitedly.

  I jumped onto the dance floor and started flirting with a few of the guys from our class who were dancing there. I tried all kinds of moves, you know… just to be spontaneous. I had a blast, because nobody cares what you do on the dance floor. All you have to do, is shake your hips a little and throw your arms up in the air.

  Then I noticed Tracy. She wasn’t dancing but was shyly hanging out by the snack table. I ran towards her, almost tripping over my own legs, and approached her.

  “Hey, why don’t you come dance?” I asked Tracy as I grabbed a snack.

  “I don’t feel like it, I guess. I never know what to do.”

  “You don’t have to do anything, silly girl. Just let it all out. Just look at me! I don’t care what I do.”

  “But I do. I always feel awkward when I dance.”

  “That’s because you dance awkwardly,” I said.

  She looked insulted.

  “But everybody is awkward,” I said, trying to recover from my previous comment. “So come on, just have fun. Don’t be a party-pooper.”

  She didn’t like that. I could tell, but I didn’t know what else to say, so I just signaled for her to follow me and went back to a circle of dancing youngsters. The dance was like a disco. A burst of energy rushed through my body as I moved every limb hundreds of times that night.

  The DJ knew what he was doing: Some cool stuff, sometimes a little slow, but he sure understood what it takes to put up a spectacular show.

  I saw a lot of friends that night, and I made some new ones. It was awesome!

  Entry 4: So Annoying