A Game Called Minecraft

I remember telling my brother, about a game called Minecraft. It was years ago, but I'll never forget. We wern't close, I was 13 at the time, and he was 16. He was your average gamer teen. He seemed to be interested in what I had to say, which was rare. He told me he would check it out, I didn't believe him. He didn't care much for my idea of a good game. Though to my surpurise, he knocked on my foor a few days after I told him. He was almost giddy, he told me about the nether. To my disbelief, he got the game, and he loved it. He began telling my all about the inhabitants of the nether. He was thrilled. This was the first time in a long time my brother wanted to talk to me. Over the months we began playing together. We had lots of good times, and bad times. Lots of victories, and lots of deaths. It was almost like he became my friend. After a while, the game became all he did. He would come home and play Minecraft until he went to bed. He didn't always want to play anymore. We drifted apart again. After my brother had become somewhat of a best friend to me. Just his silly little sister. I remember telling my brother, about a game called Minecraft.