Hi, I'm Jasper. I know this may sound weird but... I'm a creeper. Well, from Minecraft. My writing may seem neat but it's extremely hard work. Believe it or not, we write with our feet. We're creepers I guess, we don't have arms.

I told you, we don't have any arms at all.

My mum and dad told me I should start writing in this diary because it relieves most of my stress. We creepers don't just explode on purpose. We get too threatened by what you do. So whatever you're about to do... the best idea is to keep your distance from us.

HISSSSS... KABOOM!

Many people spread rumours that creepers like to explode your hard work creations. This is, only because we're jealous an we just... explode. Now, this is painful for us too because when we explode we die too. It's just like a bee dying by wasting its stinger to defend itself. We do the same to defend ourselves, instead, we use an explosion.

Poor little guy died to defend himself.

"MUM... do I have to." "Of course you do, you'll make tons of friends there, Jasper, and this is a special school" my mum replied. *sigh* I have to go to mob school. I hate studying. All the teachers just say boo-boo-dee baa-baa-dee-boo! So ANNOYING! Pfft! Oops, I farted. To be honest creepers fart gunpowder. So don't be stressed.

AWWW-MAN!

Today, I start mob school. I've never liked studying before because I don't have ARMS. It will be so embarrassing to write with my legs in public. It's just weird. When my Mum says the special school, I hope she means it.

My trusty, old pencil!

JASPER

When I arrived, there were tons of creepers. Like hundreds bashing through the doorways. I guess Mum had a point. There were still some other mobs too. Endermen, slime, magma cubes. It was crazy! I glared at Mum. She just waved goodbye and smiled. Gee... parents are weird. Oh, I forgot to mention, it was already recess so you know how late I came.

That's me!