Minecraft: Diary of a Minecraft Zombie Book 5: School Daze (An Unofficial Minecraft Book) by Herobrine Books Page A
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the janitor’s closet instead.
There was no mirror in there so I just started dotting my face with the marker.
“Man, this is gonna’ look so good,” I thought.
Once I was finished, I walked out of the janitor’s closet.
I was so proud of my measles that I decided to strut down the hall so that everyone could see me.
All of a sudden, all the kids started staring at me, and giggling.
Some kids even started laughing out loud.
I caught my reflection in the window and I had accidentally dotted my face with a black marker, instead of a red one.
I knew it was weird that the marker cap was red, and the rest of it was black.
My face looked like a green and black checkerboard.
I ran to the bathroom to wash it off, but the bathroom was still full.
So I ran back to the janitor’s closet again.
Just my luck, when I tried to use the sink, it was broken.
Then I saw a big bottle of something that had liquid in it.
It had an old label that was really hard to read. I think said, “BLE-CH.”
It sounded like something somebody would use if they felt like their face looked “Blech.”
So I soaked a rag in it and rubbed my face over and over again with it. I had to rub really hard to get the marker off because it was permanent.
It was weird because by the time I finished the rag was full of all kinds of colors including black, green and red.
But I was just glad I got it off.
So, I walked outside and did my strut down the hallway.
This time, no one was laughing, but they sure were staring at me with the biggest eye sockets I had ever seen.
“Man, I must look real good,” I thought.
I walked into the room they were taking pictures in and the photographer’s eye sockets grew really big too.
“Are you sure you want to take your picture?” He asked.
I guess he thought I missed a button on my shirt or something, so I fixed it.
“Go for it!” I said proudly.
“OK.” He said with a weird look on his face. Then he took my picture.
Man, I can’t wait till the yearbook comes out.
This picture is going to look so awesome!
Thursday
Stayed home from school to grow my face back today.
Ouch…
My Mom said it was probably the flash from the camera that made my face melt off like that.
“I guess my baby is just a sensitive soul.” She said.
Oh brother…
Friday
Today at school, we had to write an essay about what we are going to do for the summer.
I was going to write about how I was going to stay home all summer and play video games and eat cake.
But I didn’t want my teacher to tell my Mom and Dad at the Parent-Teacher conference tonight.
I don’t like Parent-Teacher conferences…
I think teachers and parents probably get together to plot ways to ruin all the kids’ summer.
I can imagine the Principal getting up and saying, “OK everyone. How can we make sure we ruin the kids’ summer this year?”
“Make sure they have lots of chores to do!” Somebody would say.
“Make sure you invite all of your weird relatives to stay with you for the summer… And make sure you give them the kid’s room to sleep in.” Another person would say.
And of course somebody is going to say, “Send them away to camp for the whole summer, where they can make crafts and eat nasty camp food.”
That’s probably the one idea that everybody is going to agree with.
Then I realized that if I just write my essay about “how much I love camp,” instead of my video game and cake marathon, then my teacher won’t have anything to say to my parents at the Parent-Teacher conference tonight.
It was genius!
So I wrote my whole essay on how cool it would be to go to camp for the summer.
I wrote about much I love to make crafts; especially lanyards and macaroni pictures.
I wrote about how great the cafeteria food is.
I even wrote about how camp would be a great way for me to make new friends for the summer.
I’m sure with an essay like that; my teacher will be totally fooled and not tell
There was no mirror in there so I just started dotting my face with the marker.
“Man, this is gonna’ look so good,” I thought.
Once I was finished, I walked out of the janitor’s closet.
I was so proud of my measles that I decided to strut down the hall so that everyone could see me.
All of a sudden, all the kids started staring at me, and giggling.
Some kids even started laughing out loud.
I caught my reflection in the window and I had accidentally dotted my face with a black marker, instead of a red one.
I knew it was weird that the marker cap was red, and the rest of it was black.
My face looked like a green and black checkerboard.
I ran to the bathroom to wash it off, but the bathroom was still full.
So I ran back to the janitor’s closet again.
Just my luck, when I tried to use the sink, it was broken.
Then I saw a big bottle of something that had liquid in it.
It had an old label that was really hard to read. I think said, “BLE-CH.”
It sounded like something somebody would use if they felt like their face looked “Blech.”
So I soaked a rag in it and rubbed my face over and over again with it. I had to rub really hard to get the marker off because it was permanent.
It was weird because by the time I finished the rag was full of all kinds of colors including black, green and red.
But I was just glad I got it off.
So, I walked outside and did my strut down the hallway.
This time, no one was laughing, but they sure were staring at me with the biggest eye sockets I had ever seen.
“Man, I must look real good,” I thought.
I walked into the room they were taking pictures in and the photographer’s eye sockets grew really big too.
“Are you sure you want to take your picture?” He asked.
I guess he thought I missed a button on my shirt or something, so I fixed it.
“Go for it!” I said proudly.
“OK.” He said with a weird look on his face. Then he took my picture.
Man, I can’t wait till the yearbook comes out.
This picture is going to look so awesome!
Thursday
Stayed home from school to grow my face back today.
Ouch…
My Mom said it was probably the flash from the camera that made my face melt off like that.
“I guess my baby is just a sensitive soul.” She said.
Oh brother…
Friday
Today at school, we had to write an essay about what we are going to do for the summer.
I was going to write about how I was going to stay home all summer and play video games and eat cake.
But I didn’t want my teacher to tell my Mom and Dad at the Parent-Teacher conference tonight.
I don’t like Parent-Teacher conferences…
I think teachers and parents probably get together to plot ways to ruin all the kids’ summer.
I can imagine the Principal getting up and saying, “OK everyone. How can we make sure we ruin the kids’ summer this year?”
“Make sure they have lots of chores to do!” Somebody would say.
“Make sure you invite all of your weird relatives to stay with you for the summer… And make sure you give them the kid’s room to sleep in.” Another person would say.
And of course somebody is going to say, “Send them away to camp for the whole summer, where they can make crafts and eat nasty camp food.”
That’s probably the one idea that everybody is going to agree with.
Then I realized that if I just write my essay about “how much I love camp,” instead of my video game and cake marathon, then my teacher won’t have anything to say to my parents at the Parent-Teacher conference tonight.
It was genius!
So I wrote my whole essay on how cool it would be to go to camp for the summer.
I wrote about much I love to make crafts; especially lanyards and macaroni pictures.
I wrote about how great the cafeteria food is.
I even wrote about how camp would be a great way for me to make new friends for the summer.
I’m sure with an essay like that; my teacher will be totally fooled and not tell
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