by Billy Miner
Ugh…. Boys… Will I ever understand them?
Anyway, I was heartbroken. I couldn’t believe he had to think about it. Now that I finally liked him back, what was he waiting for? He had been so eager to be with me and now he didn’t know what he wanted? It just didn’t make sense!
I was sad… so sad that I wet my pillow that night. I cried for an hour. No boy had ever been so sweet and attentive. None of them had respected me the way he had done, and no other guy had been so creatively romantic as Josh.
Oh, Josh. Why didn’t you want me anymore? Couldn’t you see that you just had to wait a little while? I would have given anything for another romantic note at the doorstep that day.
Entry 9: Finally More than Friends
This is Josh’s dad. I have been following this whole love drama between these kids a little bit, and I just wanted to finish it up to let the readers know what happened after these two were both confused. These are the things I heard, according to how everything unfolded.
Things have a way of solving themselves, because who would have thought that the very same Saturday, another zombie horde attacked the village.
I am saying “another” because it happened a few times before that year. They came in hordes and would start destroying stuff and beating people up. It was never pleasant, but we always killed them all off.
That Saturday, a few hundred zombies came. Josh was outside, and when the alarm came, all the other villagers rushed outside. They were carrying rakes, pickaxes, shovels, and swords. The zombies were coming! And the villagers were ready to face them.
“Here, son,” I said. “Now you can finally live up to all those moments you pretended to kill evil monsters.”
I handed him a sword and he smiled.
“Thanks, dad,” he said.
He wielded it perfectly, as if he had some kind of special talent for it. He killed one zombie after another, along with the men who were making sure my son would stay unharmed. Sometimes I laughed a little somebody behind him would bang a zombie on the head and Josh wouldn’t even notice. Then he would look at the ground, see the zombie being knocked out, shrug, and keep fighting. Of course I did the same thing, helping out where I could, killing zombies and preventing any tragedies.
There were no fatalities. A few wounded men, but these zombies were a piece of cake. However, after a while, they were all gone, from our street at least.
“Dad,” Josh asked. “I made my decision. I have to protect my girl.”
“Go ahead, son,” I said. I was proud. He understood what it meant to be a real man, although I wasn’t sure anymore which girl he was talking about, thinking of the more than dozen addresses and names he had on his bedroom desk.
I wasn’t just going to let him leave. What kind of irresponsible parent would I be if I did that? So I followed him at a distance, making sure he wouldn’t see me.
He went to Kimberley’s house and yelled, “Kimberley! Where are you?”
“Pssst…” he heard from behind a dumpster. Kimberley’s family was hiding behind it, avoiding the hordes completely.
“Oh, I am so glad you are unharmed,” Josh said. “I wanted to tell you something. I have been thinking about all the things that were happening between us, and I just wanted to say that I…”
He stopped. Why did he stop talking?
“Watch out!” he suddenly yelled.
A big zombie was attacking the family from behind. They didn’t even see it at first, but Josh did. I was so proud of him. He ran over and stabbed the zombie in the chest. The zombie groaned and fell dead on the ground.
The family was still shaking a little from the sudden surprise, but Kimberley was delighted. I could already see it coming. They were finally going to be more than friends.
“Thank you for saving my life… again…” Kimberley said. “So what were you going to tell me?”
“Well, I was just going to say that I love y..”
But before Josh could end his sentence, Kimberley gave him a big, fat kiss, as if she read his mind and had become impatient. It was the “shut up and kiss me already” gesture that seemed to be a happy ending for this girl who had completely flipped. And Josh? He considered himself the luckiest guy in the word.
THE END
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Minecraft Boys
A Minecraft Story of Two Boys
By Billy Miner
Copyright @2015
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Contents:
Introduction
Entry 1: Loud and Rowdy, Just How I Like It
Entry 2: Chaotic and without Structure
Entry 3: Boring, Boring, Boring
Entry 4: So Interesting
Entry 5: Fun, Fun, Fun
Entry 6: Couldn’t Wait to Get Home
Entry 7: Lifeless
Entry 8: Beautiful
Entry 9: Getting Along
Introduction
Two boys, two journal entries, two opposite experiences… this is what you will read about in this Minecraft-based story. The friendship between the two boys has its boundaries. Steve and Steff have known each other for a long time, but their personalities differ, which gets in the way sometimes. Hurry up and read or listen to what they have to say about their days.
Entry 1: Loud and Rowdy, Just How I Like It
My name is Steve. We had the greatest time of our lives yesterday. It was awesome! Okay, so we don’t get to do this very often, but this time, our moms allowed us to go by ourselves. You see, Steff and I are both 10 years old, and we are big sports fans. Steff and I have been in the basketball team, the baseball team, and the soccer team together (not all at the same time of course).
He was usually a defender or a backcourt player, while I was the one who took all the risks and shot baskets, stayed at first base, and scored goals while trying to avoid that annoying “offside” call from the referee.
I am a risk taker. I love adventure, and this was the perfect setting for me to go WILD!!!
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When we arrived at the soccer stadium, Steff looked at me and said, “It’s pretty crowded. I didn’t expect so many people to show up.”
“Isn’t it great?” I asked.
“Sure.”
We bought our tickets and took a seat in the bleachers. We walked passed the snack stands.
“Oh, check it out!” I said. “They have Navajo tacos. I love those things! Let’s get some.”
“Uhm… I don’t know,” Steff said. “They’re kind of expensive. I know a place where we can get them for cheaper. These are overpriced.”
“Oh, come on. We can’t go to the place you’re referring to. That’s all the way on the other side of town. If we would go there, we wouldn’t even be back in time to see the game. And all that just to save a few bucks? I say let’s just do it.”
“All right then. We’ll split one.”
“Split one?... okay, okay… [sigh]”
We bought one and split it in half with one of those breakable plastic forks. It was a challenge, but I was happy when I got it. Then we waited for the teams to show up. And when they did, I stood up and cheered loudly. “Whoohoo! Yeah! Go Miner’s Team!”
“Do you have to be so loud?” Steff asked.
“I don’t have to, but I enjoy it, okay? Actually… yes, we have to be loud. It’s a sports game, buddy. Just have some fun.”
A soft “whoohoo” echoed from my friend next to me, who was still seated.
Then the game began. It was super cool! The ball got kicked around and only after a few minutes, there was a score.
“Goaoaoaoaoaoaoaoal!” I yelled.
Steff was still sitting down, although he had a slight smile on his face.
“Did you see how he did that? Did you see that? Did you see that?”
“I saw it, Steve. Now, please sit down so I can see what else is happening.”
What was wrong with him? He liked soccer, didn’t he? Why was he being such a stiff? Oh well… I enjoyed it at least. The game was to die for. It was extremely intense. The offensive players in my favorite team had some powerful moves.
Then a player from the other team made someone trip.
“Boooh!” I yelled with my hands next to my mouth. The others in the same crowd made similar noises. The referee didn’t do anything about it though.
“Stupid ref!” someone yelled.
“Yeah!” I said. “The referee is a NOOB!!! Noohoob! Noohoob! Noohoob!”
I looked at Steff. He wasn’t very pleased with what I was doing. “Could you keep it down a little?” he asked.
“Why? That should have been a free kick.”
“I know, but there is nothing you can do about it. And yelling certainly doesn’t help.”
“True, but it’s fun. Hey, do you have any of that Navajo taco left?”
“Yes, but…”
“Oh, thanks. I was still hungry.” While I said it, I took the leftover Navajo taco and stuffed it into my mouth.
Anyway, I could go on and on about this awesome day, but let’s just keep it at that: It was awesome, it was Da Bomb!
Entry 2: Chaotic and without Structure
Steve and I have been in the same sports teams for years. I am Steff, and I am 10 years old, just like my friend, Steve.
The soccer team was great, but I mostly liked it because it helped me stay healthy and be more precise in the way I move. Soccer requires a lot of skill, and if you want to practice kicking the ball at the exact spot that you want it, then you can become a star. I never liked being in the spotlight, so for me to be at the defensive end suited me best. Then Steve could score all the goals and I could just be proud of him. I was the quiet savior when someone from the other team came close. That was my task and my strength.
We went to this soccer game yesterday, and I was looking forward to it, but when I saw how many people there were, I already knew it would be a disaster. I didn’t like people yelling and screaming in my ear, even if they were cheering for the same team as I, so I wasn’t too sure about it after we bought our tickets and I saw all the people entering the stadium.
And then there was the taco thing. I mean… are you serious? How can you buy a Navajo taco for more than 10 dollars? It’s insane! I knew a place in town where you could get it for 6 dollars. That’s almost half the price, and it didn’t even look that good.
Eventually, I agreed to buy one together; then it would at least only cost us 5 dollars per person, which didn’t feel as much like a waste to me.
So there we were, just waiting for the teams to enter the soccer field, and suddenly, he jumps up and starts yelling. Ugh… Steve is such a loudmouth sometimes.
And that was not the end of it, because at a certain point, one of the players trips. But he totally just tripped over his own foot. I don’t know if others saw it the same way, but when I put my glasses on, right before it happened, it was clear as glass. This guy, even though he was part of my favorite team, was putting up a scene in order to get a free kick. And yes, it would have been nice if he got the free kick, because then there was a higher chance of our favorite team winning. But he certainly didn’t deserve it. So the referee did great by not doing anything about it.
I was so embarrassed, because Steve stood up and yelled, “Boooh!”
I didn’t think he saw what really happened. All he was focused on, was that one of the players from “his” team fell, and that he should have received a free kick. Not so smart if you ask me.
But then something else happened. I was just taking my time, enjoying my taco… well, actually I was saving it for later. I don’t see the point in devouring something suddenly, and then ending up with nothing and feeling hungry again. It just didn’t make sense to me.
But then Steve asked me if there was something left. Well, yes, of course; but that doesn’t mean we should eat it right away.
I guess he disagreed, because then he snatched it away from me and ate it. Hey! That was mine! I really wanted to point out how rude it was what he did, but restrained my tongue. It would just lead to arguing anyway.
What an awful day. I hated it.
Entry 3: Boring, Boring, Boring
Hi, this is Steve again. I gotta tell you… even though the soccer match was great, the chess game we went to was terribly boring. I remember those geeky kids telling me that chess was considered a sport. How is chess a sport?! They don’t even move! It’s more like a board game… oh… correction, a BORED game, a game where you get bored, because… well, you get the picture.
It was a sunny day, which bothered me even more, because we could have played outside instead. But I had promised Steff I would go to the chess club with him, and he seemed to have the time of his life.
“Look how interesting this is,” he said.
“Great, a bunch of pieces in black and white in different shapes moving over a checkered board.”
“That’s just it,” he said. “It’s a whole science. You have to plan strategies, anticipate the opponents’ moves, and calculate the best ways to move a pawn, a bishop, or a rook to another square. If you think ahead and you do it right, it can be a lot of fun. You’ll see.”
Well, I did see. How was this supposed to be fun? He hooked me up with another kid, another beginner apparently, who had only played chess about three or four times before. At least I had the luck that I wasn’t playing against a pro.
“There,” I said. “Your move.”
“You can’t do that,” the kid with the glasses across from me said. “You can only move your pawn forward.”
“Seriously? Then why did you just move it diagonally? Huh? Care to explain that?”
“Because when you take someone else’s piece, you can go diagonal.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” I said.
“It’s in the rules.”
“Who made those rules up anyway?”
“I don’t know, but you can only move forward,” the kid said.
What a smarty pants. Ugh… how could boys like that
live with themselves? “Fine,” I thought. “I’ll do something else.”
I moved the pawn forward. He thought and thought.
“It’s your move,” I said.
“I know, I know.”
“Well, then move.”
“But I’m still thinking.”
I became more and more impatient. This wasn’t going anywhere. “THINK FASTER!!!” I finally blurted out. It startled him. He almost fell backwards. Then he shook a little, looking at my angry eyes, and with his trembling hand moved one of his pieces and took my queen.
“What?! You can’t do that!”
“Yes, I can. By moving your pawn forward, you just opened the way for my bishop to take your queen.”
“Ah, this game is stupid. I quit,” I said.
“If you quit, then I win,” the kid insisted.
“You can have it,” I said while storming out the room.
Most boring day ever!
Entry 4: So Interesting
This is Steff again. This day was going to nice. I hadn’t been in a chess tournament for a while, and it was time to get those brain cells working again. Steve didn’t have any experience, so I told him he could play Lodewick, a boy who was pretty new at chess too. We split up and I entered the smallest room in the building.
There he was, my opponent. It was a boy with braces and a big smile on his face. He had dark eyebrows and messy hair. He looked a little odd, but I knew not to underestimate him. I had heard of this socially awkward kid. He was a chess champion. He was the best; and now I had the privilege of playing against him.
We sat down. The board was right in front of us. I looked at him. He was already planning his strategies. I could tell. He saw all these lines and math additions on the board. It was a big puzzle to him, waiting to be solved. I too, was seeing tactics and possible moves in my head.