Stuck in Minecraftia
                                  Chapter. 1
                           By: iamtheshortest




 There I was. Standing in an airport, alone; crying. It has been almost two days since dad died, and almost a year since the divorce. Almost a year of takeout every night with my dad, while my mom was off screwing every guy in the bar. I never liked mom. I am Fifteen, almost five foot, hair long enough to barely touch my nostril, and I comb it into a Vic Fuentes or maby even Kellin Quinn type of style. 
 I was crying, i'll admit it. But my dad just died, so give me a break. I haven't looked at my dad in two days. After the car catching on fire after the crash, which I yet to find out the cause to, I can't bare looking at his probably charred face. I hate the law. Im not saying I don't agree with it (because I do, and follow it) but now im stuck with my mom. So now I have an eight hour plane ride from Atlanta, Georgia to some hick town in Greenwich, UK.
 I felt around in my black khakis since the funeral ended a good three hours ago, and my bastard mom hasen't even called yet. The police station gave me my dad's wallet to me when I was picked up from my home in a cruiser. Eighty bucks, old pictures of people I don't know, some credit cards, drivers license, I stopped. I stared into my deceased father's eyes and I stopped crying. I knew it was over and to move on. Well that's what I learned in therapy for slitting my wrists from bullying and the divorce and getting dumped (all in two days). 
Lost in thought, I heard my flight getting announced to soon be taking off. I looked at my ticket, in bold letters read: Walson,Drew. I boarded the plane, pretending not to notice the old lady in front of me in the terminal screaming that she soiled herself. On the plane, luggage in taken care of, I put my earbuds on and fell asleep to bands like Pierce the Veil, Green Day, Bring Me the Horizon, and one Tina Fey song I think is catchy. Soon, without realizing it, I was asleep. A good four hours later I awoke, to an rather plump man snoring next to me.  I opened the plane window curtain to see nothing but ocean, all around. Then, popping my earbuds back in, I fell back asleep.
 Someone screamed. My green eyes popped open and sat up, and looked to the source of the sound. Then, still searching for the woman I heard, "the plane wing is on fire!"

                                       CONTINUE?