Minecraft: Diary of a Minecraft Zombie Book 5: School Daze (An Unofficial Minecraft Book) by Herobrine Books Page B
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my parents about my real summer plans.
I got this in the bag!
Saturday
My life is ruined!
My parents came home last night talking about how the teacher showed them the great essay I wrote.
“I never knew you liked camp so much, son.” Dad said.
“Yes, Honey. We were going to give you the summer to do whatever you wanted.” My Mom said. “Now that we know you love camp so much, we signed you up to go to camp this summer. There was a camp representative at the Parent-Teacher conference last night, so we signed you up right away.”
“We even put down a non-refundable deposit for it too, son.” Dad said. “So, congratulations, you’re going to camp!”
OMZ!
My life is totally ruined!
Now I’m going to spend my summer in the Swamp Biome at camp.
Oh man, this is terrible!
What am I going to do?!!
I decided to ask Steve some advice on how to get out of my terrible situation.
I found Steve in a cave crafting some fireworks.
All of a sudden, “BOOOOMMM!”
All that was left of him were his tools and his weapons.
A few minutes later, Steve walked into the cave behind me.
I totally understand how he does that trick now.
“Hey, Steve!”
“Wassup, Zombie?” Steve said.
“I have a question for you.”
“Shoot!” Steve said.
So, I picked up his bow and arrow and I shot him.
“Ow! What’d you do that for?”
“You told me to shoot.” I said.
“Forget about it. What’s your question?”
“My Mom and Dad are making me go to camp this summer.” I said. “But I don’t want to go. I’ve got to find a way out of it, and I need your help.”
“Why are they sending you to camp?” Steve asked.
“Well, I kind of told them I wanted to go.”
“And now, you don’t want to go?” Steve asked.
“No, I never wanted to go…” I said.
Steve just looked at me…Confused.
“Well, I thought if I write an essay on how much I wanted to go to camp, my Mom and Dad wouldn’t send me to camp.” I said.
After I said it out loud, I realized how dumb that idea was.
“It sure made sense at the time.” I said.
“So, you want to get out of camp, but your parents think you really want to go to camp?” Steve asked.
“Yeah.”
“Well, you could always get in trouble and they’ll punish you by taking away your camping trip.” Steve said.
Man, Steve is so smart. That was the best idea I had ever heard.
So, I’ve got to get in trouble, so that my parents will punish me by taking my camping trip away.
I can do that. I just have to find a class that I can fail this semester, and they’ll punish me for sure if that happens.
See, this is why I always go to Steve when I need some good advice.
Sunday
So I figured out what I’m going to do.
The Annual School Science Fair is supposed to be this week.
Everybody in my science class is supposed to bring a project.
And my Mom and Dad have been reminding me about it all semester.
So I was thinking. If I make the worst science project ever, then I’ll flunk my science class for sure.
Then my parents will ground me and not let me go to the camping trip.
So, I need to come up with the worst science experiment ever.
Let me see…
I could enter my booger collection…
Naw, I did that last year and I still passed my class.
Or I could enter one of my smelly gym socks. There’s a lot of science going on there…
Naw. Knowing my science teacher, he’ll probably give me an “A” for creativity or something.
Or, I could dissect my litter brother and show that little brothers are really rotten to the core…
Naaa. Even though it would be a lot of fun, I would probably have a hard time holding him down.
No. It’s got to be the worst science experiment ever known to Zombie-kind.
“I know! I’ll enter Steve, a human being, as my science experiment,” I thought.
Oh man, that’ll get me a failing grade for sure.
Either that or it’ll scare the daylights out of my science teacher and
I got this in the bag!
Saturday
My life is ruined!
My parents came home last night talking about how the teacher showed them the great essay I wrote.
“I never knew you liked camp so much, son.” Dad said.
“Yes, Honey. We were going to give you the summer to do whatever you wanted.” My Mom said. “Now that we know you love camp so much, we signed you up to go to camp this summer. There was a camp representative at the Parent-Teacher conference last night, so we signed you up right away.”
“We even put down a non-refundable deposit for it too, son.” Dad said. “So, congratulations, you’re going to camp!”
OMZ!
My life is totally ruined!
Now I’m going to spend my summer in the Swamp Biome at camp.
Oh man, this is terrible!
What am I going to do?!!
I decided to ask Steve some advice on how to get out of my terrible situation.
I found Steve in a cave crafting some fireworks.
All of a sudden, “BOOOOMMM!”
All that was left of him were his tools and his weapons.
A few minutes later, Steve walked into the cave behind me.
I totally understand how he does that trick now.
“Hey, Steve!”
“Wassup, Zombie?” Steve said.
“I have a question for you.”
“Shoot!” Steve said.
So, I picked up his bow and arrow and I shot him.
“Ow! What’d you do that for?”
“You told me to shoot.” I said.
“Forget about it. What’s your question?”
“My Mom and Dad are making me go to camp this summer.” I said. “But I don’t want to go. I’ve got to find a way out of it, and I need your help.”
“Why are they sending you to camp?” Steve asked.
“Well, I kind of told them I wanted to go.”
“And now, you don’t want to go?” Steve asked.
“No, I never wanted to go…” I said.
Steve just looked at me…Confused.
“Well, I thought if I write an essay on how much I wanted to go to camp, my Mom and Dad wouldn’t send me to camp.” I said.
After I said it out loud, I realized how dumb that idea was.
“It sure made sense at the time.” I said.
“So, you want to get out of camp, but your parents think you really want to go to camp?” Steve asked.
“Yeah.”
“Well, you could always get in trouble and they’ll punish you by taking away your camping trip.” Steve said.
Man, Steve is so smart. That was the best idea I had ever heard.
So, I’ve got to get in trouble, so that my parents will punish me by taking my camping trip away.
I can do that. I just have to find a class that I can fail this semester, and they’ll punish me for sure if that happens.
See, this is why I always go to Steve when I need some good advice.
Sunday
So I figured out what I’m going to do.
The Annual School Science Fair is supposed to be this week.
Everybody in my science class is supposed to bring a project.
And my Mom and Dad have been reminding me about it all semester.
So I was thinking. If I make the worst science project ever, then I’ll flunk my science class for sure.
Then my parents will ground me and not let me go to the camping trip.
So, I need to come up with the worst science experiment ever.
Let me see…
I could enter my booger collection…
Naw, I did that last year and I still passed my class.
Or I could enter one of my smelly gym socks. There’s a lot of science going on there…
Naw. Knowing my science teacher, he’ll probably give me an “A” for creativity or something.
Or, I could dissect my litter brother and show that little brothers are really rotten to the core…
Naaa. Even though it would be a lot of fun, I would probably have a hard time holding him down.
No. It’s got to be the worst science experiment ever known to Zombie-kind.
“I know! I’ll enter Steve, a human being, as my science experiment,” I thought.
Oh man, that’ll get me a failing grade for sure.
Either that or it’ll scare the daylights out of my science teacher and
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