WARNING: THE AUTHOR OF THIS BOOK IS MENTALLY INSANE

Do You Wanna Craft A Quartz Block?

Five-year-old Valerie:

"Do you wanna craft a quartz block?

Come on, let's go and mine!

I never train with you anymore,

Come out the door,

We can look for Herobrine!

We used to be best siblings,

But now we're not.

I'd wish you'd tell me why~!

Do you wanna craft a quartz block?

A shiny little quartz block?"

Eight-year-old Megan: "Go away, Val!"

Valerie: "Okay, bye."

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Ten-year-old Valerie:

"Do you wanna craft a quartz block?

Or chase Prince Toast down the halls?

I think a conversation is overdue,

I've started writing the fanfics on the walls!

(Hang in there, Sky!)

It gets a little lonely, writing without the help.

Just wishing you'd come out!"

Thirteen-year-old Megan: "Go AWAY, Val!"

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Sixteen-year-old Valerie:

"Megan?

Please, I know you're in there...

People don't know where you've been,

They say, "Where's Megan?" and I'm trying to...

I'm here for you

Just let me in..

Lexi and the rest are gone.

It's just me and you.

What are we gonna do?" *sobs*

"D-d do you want...to craft a quartz block?

Please, Megan, I miss you." *breaks down crying*

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...

That was fucking depressing.