Ever since Wesley stole my private diary, I don’t want to talK about my training in here, in case he picKs my diary up again.
ON THE OTHER HAND, NOTHING STOPS ME FROM TALKING ABOUT HIS TRAINING!
I had no intention of watching him train. I was smacK in the middle of the forest looKing for materials to use in crafting.
I came across a furnace in one of the booKs and thought that would be a cool thing to build.
If I set off an explosion in a furnace, it would catapult flaming logs in every direction. The fire would spread everywhere in the competition zone and everything would burn to the ground in seconds.
After all, it is called the Creeper Combustion and Confusion Competition. The rules only say you have to create destruction–they don’t say how.
I didn’t find what I was looKing for, but, when I heard Wesley’s voice, I plunged into the bushes to watch.
“OKay, guys,” Wesley was saying. “Time me as I run around the clearing. I’m going to explode in each of the four corners, which should maKe the clearing twice as big as before.”
I sanK lower so that he wouldn’t see me when he passed–and then I realized that if I stayed where I was, I was going to get blown up, too!
I began to crawl away, hoping he wouldn’t see me.
“Hey! Hey! LooK at the worm! He’s running away by crawling on his stomach–liKe a good little earthworm should!”
I FROZE.
“Trying to picK up some tricKs, worm?” Wesley came up to me from behind and gave me a KicK. I turned around and looKed him in the eyes.
“I don’t blame you,” he added. “I am super talented, after all.”
He bent down and brought his head close to mine.
“At any rate, if you thinK you’re going to steal my ideas so that you can win the competition, you’re going to have to find something else to do. The judges don’t liKe cheaters. And I will maKe sure that everybody Knows you’re a cheater.”
“But I’m not cheating!” I protested. “I have my own plan, and it’s better than yours.”
“Oh yeah?”
Wesley didn’t even bother to argue. He turned his bacK on me, laughing so hard that he nearly exploded.