Diary of a Surfer Villager: Book 2: (an unofficial Minecraft book for kids) by Dr. Block

Author:Dr. Block
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Eclectic Esquire Media, LLC
Published: 2016-06-08T00:00:00+00:00

Day Fifteen: Morning

I felt very *blah* when I woke up this morning, like I hadn’t gotten enough sleep. My eyes were dry, like someone had dumped skeleton bone meal into them while I was asleep. I wanted to stay in bed all day.

I was just drifting back to sleep when I heard a loud banging. I sat up and tried to rub the sleep from my eyes.

“What is it?” I spat.

“Emma’s here,” said my mom, standing in the doorway and resting her hand on my bedroom door where she had been knocking. “She wanted to walk with you to the surfing park thingy … or whatever it is you are calling your business.”

It was then that I realized two things: (1) running a business can take over your life to the point where it runs you and (2) Emma and I needed to think of a cool name for the surfing park thingy.

“Okay,” I muttered as I got out of bed.

My mom smiled. “Good. Now, get dressed. I’ll pack you some breakfast to go.”

“Thanks, mom,” I said as she closed the door.

I changed into some board shorts and put on my robe. My plain, boring, brown robe. I wanted a cool multi-colored one like Claire and Clayton had. Maybe, with all the emeralds I was making, I will buy one, I thought.

“Superstar,” I whispered aloud as I imagined parading through the village wearing my flashy new robe as everyone gawked at me. I smiled.

I left my room and walked into the living room. Emma was sitting on the couch reading a book.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” said Emma, smiling.

“What are you reading?”

She laughed. “Cornelius: Bane of Zombies. It is actually pretty good. Your dad is not a bad writer.”

I smirked. “Haven’t you heard the story enough times in history class?”

Emma stood up and shrugged. “Yeah, but not in as much detail. Did you know that Cornelius killed one of the ten zombies with a fork?!?”

“I know every last detail in that book,” I said with a sigh. And it was true. My dad read drafts of that book aloud to us over and over while he was writing it. The contents of the book were etched … no … they were seared into my brain.

“A fork,” repeated Emma, shaking her head with amazement. “I guess our ancestors were made of much heartier stuff than we.”

“Whatever,” I said.

“Don’t belittle your ancestors, Jimmy,” chided my mom as she handed me a small chest. “I’ve packed a pork chop and apple pie for breakfast along with some milk that I put in an old potion bottle.”

“Thanks, mom,” I said as I opened the chest and grabbed the apple pie. I shoved the pie in Emma’s direction. “Want some?”

Emma shook her head. “I already ate.”

“Good,” I said as I bit into the pie. “I’m starving.”

“Good-bye, Mrs. Slade,” said Emma as we walked out the door.

“Bye, mom,” I said with my mouth full.

It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining. No clouds in the sky. A slight breeze to keep things from getting stagnant and humid.

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