by Billy Miner
That’s what I love about chess by the way… there are so many possibilities, but the best way to plan is always some big mystery, and by practicing, you can become smarter.
He moved his hand. What was he going to do? Aha! The pawn in the middle! He was going to move it two steps, right?
Wrong.
He moved it only one step.
Why did he do that? Did he want to let his bishop out, or was he just taunting me? Did he have a step-by-step method to lull his opponent into comfort, only to snatch away both of his rooks later? Mmm… interesting…
The game took a few hours. Each move was carefully pondered and planned. I really felt like this game could raise your intelligence. Obviously, Steve didn’t feel the same way, because I heard he had left early.
And the end of that game? It was a draw.
Yes! A draw with the former city champion. Niceness!!! I left that day, proud of myself and my accomplishment. Perhaps next time I would even beat that kid.
Entry 5: Fun, Fun, Fun
It was another day at school. We all came into the class, ready for another boring day of lectures and math and homework. Yuck. But that day, we made sure to change the atmosphere a little.
The only way this was possible, was by being by ourselves. The teacher was absent. She hadn’t entered the classroom yet. So we could do whatever we wanted. That’s what it came down to.
“Wraaah!” Jeffrey, one of my friends said as he jumped on one of the table. “I am a zombie pigman. Come and get me, if you dare.”
“I am a ghast,” I said. “I spit fireballs at people. My fireball will incinerate your flesh. Hahaha!”
“No, it won’t,” Jeffrey argued. “Pigmen are immune to lava and fire.”
“That may be so,” Reddick said, another kid in class, “but I am an iron golem, and I am going to defend these villagers until the day I die.”
The girls in our class were just chit-chatting in a corner. They didn’t pretend play “Heroes and Enemies.” They always just gossiped, so it was okay for us to be boys and fight, as long as the teacher wasn’t there.
“Here, eat my fireball,” I said to Reddick while throwing a crumbled up piece of paper at him.
“Do that again, and I will kill you!” Reddick said.
The game was on. The day went great, because when the teacher came in, we all quickly sat down at our desks. In recess, we played the same thing. I was the ghast, Reddick was the iron golem, and Jeffrey was the pigman. We fought with sticks and threw sand at each other.
“Hey, watch it,” Steff said. “You got the sand in my face.”
“Sorry,” I said. “We were just having fun. By the way, which enemy are you? Are you a guardian, an enderwither, a magma cube? Or do you want to be the hero?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think I want to play, I guess. I was sitting on the slide and thinking about this book I read.”
A book? How boring. Oh well, if he didn’t want to play, I wasn’t going to force him.
“Steff wants to be the princess,” Reddick said.
“Hahahahaha!” Jeffrey laughed.
Steff looked hurt. He didn’t like being scolded like that. His facial expression turned into a mixture of sadness and anger. And before I could tell him to ignore those two idiots, he ran away. I felt bad, but I wasn’t going to let it ruin my day. I was having a blast.
After school, we still played “Heroes and Enemies” for another hour before returning home. Steff didn’t play with us, which I thought was too bad, because I would have loved him to join us.
Entry 6: Couldn’t Wait to Get Home
So here is Steff again. I decided to write something about the day I was incredibly frustrated. I just have to get it off my chest. We were in school. I was just trying to read a book, like the teacher told us to do if she wasn’t there yet.
The book included sophisticated conversations between royalty and commoners. They were deciding what to do about the plague that swept over their country. The story started with attacks by enderdragons, which were scourging the land with their flames and pulling villagers out of their homes. It was an intense book, a novel written by Billy Miner, one of my favorite authors. But then Jeffrey jumped in front of my desk and screamed his lungs out.
Hey, that wasn’t what we were supposed to do! The teacher had told us time and time again that we had to read a book until she came in. But now they were jumping and dancing all over the floor, and even on the tables. How could Steve join them? I thought he was more obedient than that.
Anyway, I wasn’t going to have any of it. I tried to keep reading, but the words were mixing together with their loud noises. I was surprised the teacher didn’t even comment on it. Surely she must have heard them?
I looked back and saw the girls in the corner of the classroom. They were standing in a little circle. One of them was pointing at me. I didn’t understand what she said, because the other boys were yelling so much, but I saw the other girls giggle and talk to each other again.
What were they saying about me?
I felt a little shy, but I still wanted to know. “Hey, what are you saying about me?”
They giggled again.
No answer.
Later, one of the girls walked by my desk and said, “Miranda says you’re such a dork, and then you looked at us with this face like ‘Huh? What’s going on?’ and it even made it funnier.”
Wow. That was mean. Girls… why did they have to be this way? Oh well, I wasn’t going to care about what girls thought of me. I had no interest in them anyway.
But during recess, I discovered the only weakness left in me, the only part of me that hadn’t hardened that day: I still cared what my friends thought of me.
Well, Steve was my friend, but the other two were just a bunch of morons. Even the biggest noob was smarter than they were. But still, I couldn’t take it when they asked me to play with them and that jerk Reddick said, “Steff wants to be the princess.” What?! I mean, what?! Are you saying I am a wimp? Are you saying I am a girl? Are you calling me feminine?
I was hurt. It got to me. I couldn’t handle it. And maybe they thought I walked away because I was about to cry, but that wasn’t the case. I walked away because I was about to say something mean back and I didn’t want to lower myself to their level. So I just turned around and bit my tongue… again…
I was glad when the school bell rang and I could go home.
Entry 7: Lifeless
This is Steve again. I have to tell you about the stupidest day of my life. There was nothing: No action, no movement, no wildness… just a bunch of boring pictures.
We went to the art gallery. I wasn’t looking forward to it, to be honest, but I gave in when Steff begged me to come along and ensured me of the exciting drawings and paintings we would see. I guess I am okay with cool drawings, and I have even drawn some stuff myself in the past. But this was not what I expected.
“Let’s go in,” Steff said. “The first piece of art is around the corner.”
We walked around the corner and there it was.
“Yep, that looks like something,” I said sarcastically.
It was a frame with a completely white canvas in it, and with one dot.
“Huh? No, you don’t get it,” Steff said. “The artist has put a lot of thought into this. The dot is only visible up close, but not from far away. Here, come stand over here.”
I followed Steff to the other side of the room. It was true what he said. The black dot was so small that I couldn’t even see it anymore. But who cares! It’s a dot! How is that art? I could design something like that within two seconds and call it art.
“Okay, let’s see the next painting,” I said.
We went to another room and all I saw was a bunch of scratches and sloppy strokes by a colorful brush.
“What’s this one called?” I asked.
“It’s called ‘rainbow,’” was the answer.
“Very colorful, but what is it supposed to be?
It’s certainly not a rainbow.”
“Ah, but that is just the title. You can see anything you want in it.”
“That’s a lot of nonsense,” I said. “What was he trying to paint?”
“Nothing,” Steff said. “That’s the beauty of it. He was trying to send the message that if you randomly combine colors, it will turn into a piece of art; and that the unplanned, spontaneous works always trigger a different response in each viewer.”
Ughh… it went on like this for another hour. How could they sell this junk? None of these paintings were done by people who seemed to actually know what they were doing. They were all some impulsive messes that looked like a 2-year-old kid had been practicing his dynamic drawing skills. Everything was ugly, but Steff seemed to love it.
After the art gallery, we went to the fields. Steff told me he wanted me to see something. So I went along and there we were.
“See?” he said.
“See what? All I am seeing, is a dumb mooshroom.”
“That’s what I am pointing at, the mooshroom,” Steff said.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a mooshroom before,” I said.
“Of course I have, but they’re really great. If you hold wheat in front of them, they will follow you everywhere. Here, watch this.”
Steff took some wheat and went to the mooshroom. “Here, mooshroom, yummy wheat.”
Yep, the mooshroom followed, and Steff loved it. He was guiding the mooshroom to the other side of the field and around it. All I did, was watching him with this mooshroom following him. And then it happened…
I stepped in… YUCK! What was that!
It was mooshroom pooh! Yuck! Ugh… I hated this place. It was like there were landmines all around me or something. Besides, it was getting cloudy, and I hated the rain.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said. “It might start raining.”
“That doesn’t matter,” Steff said. “I like the rain. It’s refreshing. Besides, it’s part of nature. You just have to enjoy it.”
“Well, I’m not,” I said.
I was right. It started raining, and I was too kind to leave. So I just kept standing there, feeling like there was water in my clothes, pooh on my shoe, and mud all over the field. Disgusting. Nature stinks, literally.
Entry 8: Beautiful
Hi guys, this is Steff again. This day was going to be fantastic. I had bought the museum tickets a long time ago, hoping for the perfect day to watch the beautiful perfection painted by the artists who were such geniuses. They were sharing their brilliant minds with us, so I was eager to find out what they created.
We went inside and looked at the first painting. It was a dot, but it was pure and balanced. The dot was exactly in the middle, which made the painting look symmetrical when you were standing close to it but empty when you were far away from it. It displayed the power of simplicity in a unique way I had never seen before.
Next, we went to the beautiful “rainbow” painting, but instead of following the rules of exactly how to paint a rainbow, the artist had deviated from the cliché patterns that society dictates upon us. He put his own twist to it, fully exploiting the ingenuity of the human spirit with his spontaneous twists and splashes, thus telling us what a rainbow could also look like. It was the creative work of a mastermind.
Other paintings displayed a giant nose, which informed us of the significance of the sense of smell we all have; a black splash of paint, telling us that black is a color as well and is not to be left out; and a cube, the linear perfection of a shape that has never been ignored. I was just so overwhelmed by all these beautiful creations. I don’t even remember all the things we saw, but Steve hated it, so I had another surprise in mind: The peace of nature.
“We’re going to the fields,” I told him. “We can enjoy the quiet serenity of the animals, the trees, and the forces in the sky.”
“Sure, whatever,” he said.
I knew he wasn’t excited at the time, but he would be.
We came to the field and went to the mooshroom after I pointed at it. Mooshrooms are great. They are so innocent and friendly. Their appearance always reminds me of mushrooms… maybe that’s why we call them mooshrooms.
The mooshroom just stood there, eating grass and feeling relaxed. But you can completely control them with food. It just goes to show you that all creatures need food, the basic element of survival.
It was amazing how easy it was to have the mooshroom follow me. I was smiling all the way, leading it in circles and to the other field. This was the life! Just enjoying the cool breeze, the smell of the leaves that were flying around, away from the stinky city. The dung didn’t bother me at all. I mean, I got used to it within minutes the first time I came here, so why couldn’t Steve get used to it?
He looked bored, but I was so in my element that I hardly paid attention to him. The mooshroom was what I was interested in, and being able to take care of it and having it follow me, was a beautiful thing.
And then it rained. Even better. I could just splash around in the puddles and feel like a newborn baby. It was all so ideal. I loved it.
Entry 9: Getting Along
Hi, this is Steve. I know that we are quite the opposite. Steff is interested in quiet stuff, like nature, art galleries, and chess games. I hate quiet. Give me some noise! I love having a good time! But maybe Steff is just what we call “an introvert” and maybe I am more like an extrovert. It’s okay that way.
This is Steff. We talked about it. When Steve was feeling like he was drowning in the rain, I told him that I understood that he was different. He affirmed it and told me he wanted to go back to the city, with loud cars and lots of people, with friends and exciting sports games. He is just different, and I accept that.
We work together a lot, both in school as in soccer and elsewhere. But now that we briefly discussed it, I know not to take him to the next rock concert I bought tickets for. Maybe I’ll bring Reddick… or actually, he was a jerk to Steff. Forget that. I’ll ask one of my other friends. Whoever makes fun of Steff gets to deal with ME!
When I take care of the mooshroom or want some alone time reading or painting a picture, I know now not to take Steve. He is more outgoing and likes to do other things. And if I ever beat that chess champion, I’ll just tell him about it instead of taking him with me. But when it comes to soccer, we’ll play together.
Steve here. I don’t think Steff plays soccer the same way I do anyway. He just secures the ball and then aims specifically at another player, considering all his options instead of just kicking it away as hard as he can. I just go for it… take the ball, improvise, and SCORE!!!
It’s intriguing to see the difference in personalities. I must say I never expected one of my best friends to be the exact opposite, but we get along.
We’ll always get along. We are buddies.
Yes, we are. Let’s end this mutual diary.
Peace! I’m out. Let’s go do something fun!
THE END
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