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A Zombie Middle School Diary, Book 4: My Home Economics Teacher is a Pigman


A Zombie Middle School Diary, Book 4: My Home Economics Teacher is a Pigman




Copyright 2016 Mark Mulle

Published by Mark Mulle at Shakespir





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Author’s Note

This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this “Minecraft Adventure Series” such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine…etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch







Table of Contents


Day One: The Last Day of Summer Vacation

Day Two: The First Day of Middle School

Day Three: Introducing…

Day Four: Home Ec? More Like Hilarious Ec.

Day Five: Snow and Tibby’s Adventures

Day Six: The Assembly

Day Seven: Talking with Roarbert

Day Eight: Zombie Meets Overworld

Day Nine: Sewing

Day Ten: A Meal with the Girls

Day Eleven: Signing Up

Day Twelve: A Sewing Situation

Day Thirteen: Behaving Better

Day Fourteen: Happy Birthday to Me!

Day Fifteen: Time to Chill

Day Sixteen: The Cooking Club

Day Seventeen: Other Clubs

Day Eighteen: Club Meets Classroom

Day Nineteen: Kitchen Tutor

Day Twenty: The Bake Sale Bake Off

Day Twenty-One: Boys Only!

Day Twenty-Two: A Day Out with the Girls

Day Twenty-Three: The Cooking Club, Again

Day Twenty-Four: Grunt’s Grunts

Day Twenty-Five: Roarbert’s Brotherly Advice

Day Twenty-Six: Finally Talking

Day Twenty-Seven: Summer Memories and Autumn Ideas

Day Twenty-Eight: Fencing

Day Twenty-Nine: PARTY!

Day Thirty: What Next?

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Day One: The Last Day of Summer Vacation

Dear Diary,

My name is Ugh, and I’ve finally finished summer school. Of course, that just means that I need to start going to my normal school tomorrow. I’m a little nervous about it, but I’m mostly excited. I worked so hard to be able to get into middle school, and now I’m going to do my best in school this year so that I don’t end up in summer school again.

When I was in fifth grade I was young and foolish. I skipped a lot of my classes to hang out with my pal Grunt, even though I could have just passed him notes during class…now that I think about it. Anyway, I’m not a slow learner or anything, but since I skipped so many classes I had to go to summer school for the WHOLE summer. Well, except for weekends, but it was still most of the summer.

I had a few crazy teachers while I was in summer school. I had this really cool history teacher. Her name was Ms. Skele and she was so old that she actually helped to make history. I had another teacher named Miss Enchantment. She was kind of strict, but I did learn a lot in her class. She was half-human and half-witch, which I didn’t even know was possible. We learned how to make a mix of experiments and potions. It was actually really cool. My last teacher was a gym teacher. His name was Mr. Inferno. He was a Blaze, but he didn’t have the temper of a Blaze. I wasn’t very good in that class at first, but as time went on I got better. I actually made a couple friends in that class, too.

Speaking of my friends, they all passed summer school, too. That means that they’ll be moving onto middle school with me! My best friend is Grunt. He’s a zombie like me…and also a little bit of a slacker like me. I guess that’s why we get along so well. My second best friend is Snow. We met in summer school. She’s not a slow learner, either. She transferred schools in a weird part of the year, so she fell behind. She’s actually pretty smart and cool for a girl Skeleton. Another girl Skeleton who I’m friends with is Tibby. I met her in my gym class. She’s just as tough as any guy, but she still likes some girly stuff too. She’s pretty cool. Lastly, I’m also friends with this guy named Will who I met in my gym class.

I can’t wait to see all of my friends at school tomorrow. I hope it goes well. Whatever happens, I’ll write all about it tomorrow!

Day Two: The First Day of Middle School

Dear Diary,

Today is the first day of middle school. I was so excited to go to school right away and put away my things in my locker. That’s one cool new thing about middle school, having lockers. In elementary school, we had to keep all of our books in our desk. We sat in the same room all day with the same teacher. Now that we’re in middle school we get to put all of our books in lockers, switch classrooms every once in a while and have a different teacher for every subject. It’s a lot more complicated than elementary school, but I think it’s going to be a lot more fun, too.

A lot of the kids were really tired today. I bet they weren’t used to waking up as soon as the sun sets like I was. I was probably the most awake person around the place, and that’s counting the teachers. Because of all of this, I didn’t really get to talk to my friends much today. All they wanted to do was take naps, which was pretty lame.

I didn’t even have to do much in class today, which was cool and boring at the same time. A lot of teachers handed out those syllabus things that Miss Enchantment gave me a couple months ago. We were just told what the rules were, what the homework was going to be like, and what would happen if we needed anything or if we broke the rules. The good news is that the teachers were so busy doing this that we didn’t get any homework.

Today was kind of lame, but I’m sure that tomorrow will be cooler. When it is, I’ll write all about it.

Day Three: Introducing…

Dear Diary,

I just realized today that I forgot to mention some important things in this diary, like who my teachers are and why I’m even writing this diary in the first place. I think I’m going to start with the latter.

So, in the summer my mom made me write in a diary as a bonus punishment for getting stuck in summer school. She didn’t read it or anything, but she did make sure to check that I wrote something. Her eyesight is really bad, so whenever she did look at it, everything just looked really blurry to her. She’s not making me write this diary, but I kind of liked writing in a diary in summer school, so I decided to keep it up, at least for a little bit. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to write in this thing before things get really busy at school, but I’m going to try to keep up on it for as long as I can.

Moving on to the other thing I wanted to write about, I have a lot of funky teachers this year. Miss Enchantment got a full-time job teaching here, so that’s one familiar face, but none of my other summer school teachers are here. Most of the teachers were Skeletons or Zombies, so there’s not really anything exciting to write about.

The teacher that really caught my attention was this pigman named Mr. Nocab who is teaching my home economics class. He’s probably the fattest pigman that I’ve ever seen. I don’t know why the principal put him in charge of food. I mean, he’ll probably just end up eating it all. He just looks like the sort of guy who could get in some sort of silly problems, like a cartoon character that keeps bumping into stuff and who does everything wrong. I think I’ll actually write about how that class goes tomorrow. I bet it’ll be hilarious.

Day Four: Home Ec? More Like Hilarious Ec.

Dear Diary,

The first few days of my home ec class were mostly just safety tips like, don’t cut yourself when you’re cutting food, don’t do this, don’t do that, blah, blah, blah. It was all pretty boring. Nothing funny happened at all. Today was the first day that the class actually did anything, so I was just waiting for something silly to happen. Let’s just say that I did not leave the room feeling disappointed.

Today we went out into the school’s garden to learn how to know when the plants were ready to pick. Luckily, the school’s garden was pretty big so everyone got to pick some stuff. It was actually kind of fun to get my hands dirty to pick stuff, but that wasn’t the funny part about all of this.

The funny part of the class happened when I caught Mr. Nocab munching on some of the carrots that he had just pulled out of the ground. I go to school at night, but since I’m a zombie I can still see pretty well in the dark. I was able to see that Mr. Nocab took the carrot out of the dirt and then just ate it! He didn’t even try to wipe off the dirt or anything! It was gross.

The grossest part of all of this was that he didn’t even do it just once. Whenever he thought that someone wasn’t looking he would pick up another carrot and just eat it right there. With every bite, he took I could hear him chomping down on the crunchy carrot. I’m sure that everyone else could hear it, too.

When it was time to eat after class almost all of the kids were doing something to make fun of what Mr. Nocab had done. Some kids were chomping on carrots extra hard, and I even saw one kid dip his carrots into chocolate pudding to pretend it was dirt. It was gross but really funny. I knew this class would be great for some laughs.

I’ll make sure to write some more super funny stuff tomorrow.

Day Five: Snow and Tibby’s Adventures

Dear Diary,

I don’t know if I ever mentioned it before, but Skeletons don’t really need to eat unless they want to, and a big part of home ec is learning how to cook different things. Because of all of these things, Tibby and Snow aren’t in my home ec class. We have some other classes together, but we can pretty much only hang out when it’s time to eat. Man…do I miss recess right about now.

Anyway, Snow and Tibby wanted to tell us about the class that they were in since they didn’t have to suffer through home ec with Mr. Nocab like Will, Grunt, and I had to. They had to take a class that was made just for Skeletons. It kind of sounded like they were doing arts and crafts, but they weren’t doing any baby stuff like finger painting (bone painting?) or anything like that.

From how they explained it, they were making art like how Skeletons used to make art before they merged in with monster society. It was all very…cultural. It was actually kind of neat. Tibby said that they would eventually learn how to make their own bows and arrows. I was pretty jealous of their class. It sounded like it was going to be a lot more fun than this home ec class that I was stuck in. I wonder if I could disguise myself as a Skeleton…I probably couldn’t. I don’t have much meat on me, but I have way too much to look like a Skeleton.

Anyway, I promised to write about something funny, but nothing super funny happened today. I found a joke in a book I was reading today, so I’ll just write that instead: What did the human say to the angry Creeper? “Looks like you’ve got an explosive temper!”

I’m sure something funnier will happen tomorrow so I don’t need to make up my own jokes. I’ll write more then.

Day Six: The Assembly

Dear Diary,

While I was sitting in my homeroom classroom today there was an announcement that went out on the speakers in every room. “The club assembly will begin in five minutes. Anyone who is interested in joining a club or team may leave their homeroom at this time.” Was I super interested in joining a club right now? Nah. Was I super interested in ditching homeroom? Yeah. Maybe my class skipping ways coming back to haunt me? I hope not. Besides, this time, I have a real excuse. I just need to make sure not to make a bad habit of it.

It seemed like all of my friends were interested in checking out the clubs too, so we all left the room together and made our way down to the gym where the clubs were going to be setting up their stuff. When I got there I just saw tables and tables full of flyers and free pens. I hadn’t thought about joining a club up until now, but seeing how many clubs my school had made me kind of want to join a club.

Eventually, my friends caught up to me and we looked around at the tables together to see if there was anything we would want to join. Within minutes the girls broke off from the group to look into some Skeleton-only clubs, so I was left with just Grunt and Will to hang out with.

My guy friends can be a bit mean sometimes, I’m not going to lie. All of the mocking started when we passed the cooking club table. Who was sitting in the chair behind the table? None other than Mr. Nocab himself. “I dare you to sign up for the cooking class,” Grunt said.

“How is there even going to be a cooking class with Mr. Nocab running it? He’ll just eat everything before it gets cooked,” Will said.

“You mean like those carrots he was chomping on the other day?” I added in. We had a good laugh.

I didn’t really see any clubs I was super into, but I think I’ll probably sign up for something anyway just to get involved with something. I guess there was a pretty cool Zombies-only club that sounded a lot like the cool art class Snow and Tibby were taking. I think I might sign up for that later. I’ll do my best to remember, but right now I’ve got to go back to class. I’ll write more tomorrow.

Day Seven: Talking with Roarbert

Dear Diary,

My big brother Roarbert doesn’t know a lot about anything other than video games and pizza, so I don’t really ask for his advice on a lot of things. Of course, I do ask him what to do when I really need his help, like when Grunt and I used to argue a lot during summer school, but since then I haven’t really needed to talk to him about much. Granted, summer school did end about a week ago, so I guess I might actually ask for his advice more than I would like to think I do.

Today I wanted to ask him about something that he had a few years of experience on, and that I didn’t. Roarbert is a few years older than me, so he just finished middle school last year. I knew that this meant he was busy dealing with the complicated problems of high school, but I figured that he could at least give me some advice on how to act during my three years in middle school.

I knocked on Roarbert’s door and asked if I could ask him something. To this, he only replied, “You just did ask me something,” and slammed the door. Man, teenagers sure can be annoying sometimes. I knocked on his door again and told him that it was important, and he finally let me in.

“What’s up little bro?” He asked him. I didn’t like it when he called me little bro. It made me feel like I was a baby or something.

“I was wondering if you could give me some advice on middle school,” I felt dumb saying it out loud, but if anyone could help me with this I knew it would be Roarbert.

“I’ve actually been waiting for you to ask me this,” Roarbert said. This surprised me, mostly because I didn’t know that Roarbert knew how to wait for anything. Then again, he’s surprised me before. “I can see that you’re gonna set yourself up for failure.”

“Geez, thanks,” I told him. He really wasn’t helping.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I mean it like…how do I put it? You were kind of a slacker in elementary school, and I know that you’re not going to do that again. You just try to act cool and tough, and that’s not going to get you anywhere in middle school.”

“It’s not?” I asked. I guess I did kind of have a tough guy routine in elementary school.

“It’s not. You need to be yourself. I know that it sounds like something that Mom would say, but it’s true. You’ll make way more friends that way and get into way less trouble. If you just do that, then you’ll be fine.”

“What if I’m actually a tough guy, though?” I asked him.

Roarbert punched me in the arm and I yelled something that I don’t want to write in here. “You’re not a tough guy,” he said. I guess he proved me wrong.

At least I got what I wanted out of him. I guess that Roarbert’s good for something, even if his words of advice come with a bruise every once in a while.

Day Eight: Zombie Meets Overworld

Dear Diary,

I know that I asked Roarbert for advice, but he only gave me one thing of it. I didn’t even know if it was good advice. I did know of one great source for advice about middle school: Zombie Meets Overworld.

One of my favorite shows is called Zombie Meets Overworld. It’s about this great Zombie who gets into all kind of mischief with his friends at school. At the end of every episode, there’s always some sort of lesson that the characters are supposed to learn. I figured that I could watch a few episodes of it today to figure out if Roarbert’s advice is real or not. I’ll write more after I watch some of this show.


After watching the first full season, I feel like my eyes are going to fall out. However, I also feel like I learned 23 new lessons. A lot of the lessons actually seem to match up with what Roarbert said the other day. I think that I’ll take his advice and try to be less of a tough guy during middle school. Besides, if I don’t act like such a slacker, I might make some new friends or something. I don’t really know what will happen, but I’m willing to give it a try.

Anyway, I’m pretty tired from watching TV all day, so I’m going to bed now. Since I have school tomorrow, I’m sure that I’ll have something more exciting to write about than just watching TV all day.

Day Nine: Sewing

Dear Diary,

My home ec class was so dumb today. I had to sit there, just sewing all day. I mean, when am I ever going to need to learn how to sew. Only girls do that sort of thing. I mean, I’ve never seen my dad or Roarbert sew. My mom is in charge of all of that stuff. I’ll probably never have to sew again in my life. Boys shouldn’t need to learn how to do it.

One thing I did learn today is that girls really hate it when a boy says that something is only for girls. I mean, I thought girls wanted more stuff to themselves. I mean, boys get sports and manly stuff life that, shouldn’t girls be happy that they get sewing and whatever other lame stuff they like? Of course, saying pretty much what I just wrote down in my diary during my home ec class taught me that girls don’t like that.

Saying that something is only for girls or only for boys gets girls really mad. I mean, I mentioned this to a girl…and it didn’t go well. I mean, there was even a hard punch in the mix. I didn’t hit her or anything, but she socked me right in the gut. I didn’t know what “you hit like a girl” meant until today, but I’m not sure why anyone uses it as an insult. It hurt! Luckily, the girl who punched me got kicked out of class, but so did I.

I still don’t understand why that girl got so mad. I think I’m going to talk to Snow and Tibby about it tomorrow. At least they’re two girls who like me. Now I just have to hope that they aren’t as prone to hitting as Miss Punchy McPunch-fist was in my class today. I’ll write about what I discover tomorrow. I’m sure it’ll help confused boys everywhere. At least, it’ll help them from getting punched…

Day Ten: A Meal with the Girls

Dear Diary,

I wanted to find out what made a girl tick, or I guess, what I said to make a girl so ticked off at me. Luckily, I had two great friends who also happened to be girls. I figured if anyone could tell me what was wrong, without totally hating me after telling me what was wrong, it would be Tibby and Snow.

I sat with the girls when it was time to eat. Grunt and Will were off doing something else, so I had Tibby and Snow all to myself. I didn’t really know how to bring up my questions to them. In the end, I just ended up telling them what happened yesterday. When I was done telling them what happened yesterday, I asked them, “So what about what I said do you think made that girl so mad?”

At the same time, Tibby and Snow said, “Everything.” This answer didn’t really bring me any closer to understanding what exactly I did wrong.

Luckily, Snow explained what ‘everything’ meant. “Girls have had to deal with that sort of garbage language since forever. It’s really annoying. I mean, it’s pretty much the future now. There aren’t really boy or girl things anymore. Girls can like sports and video games. Boys can like cooking and they need to learn how to sew, even if you don’t think that it’s super important.”

I think I got what Snow was saying, but I was still confused on one thing. “If girls don’t like it when people talk like I did, then how come a bunch of people talk like I did all of the time?”

It was Tibby who answered this time. “Well, girls used to only do some things, but it was mostly because boys made them. Since it kept happening, boys thought that girls liked that sort of thing, and girls thought it was their job to like stuff like playing with dolls and cleaning up. Things are changing now. Boys are allowed to like things that only girls supposed to like and vice versa.”

“When a boy says that something is only for girls or that he shouldn’t have to do it because he’s a boy, it makes it sound like boys are better than girls, which isn’t true. Everyone should be treated equally, whether they’re a girl or boy. Everyone should learn how to cook because everyone needs to eat, and stuff like that. It’s just common sense.” Once Snow said this, I realized that it was common sense.

I’m going to learn to treat girls and boys the same way. It might take a little while to get used to it, but I’m going to do my best. I’m glad that I have Tibby and Snow to talk to about this sort of stuff. I wouldn’t trade them for the coolest dudes in all of Overworld.

Day Eleven: Signing Up

Dear Diary,

I totally forgot about the club thing. I wanted to join a club, but I forgot to look into them more after the assembly thing. I couldn’t even remember what all of the clubs were, but it was the last day to sign up for one, so I had to pick one soon. It was now or never.

The only club that I could actually remember talking about was the cooking club. I mean, I know that Grunt, Will, and I only talked about it because they wanted to dare me to join it, but it doesn’t actually seem like that bad of a club. I mean, sure, Mr. Nocab was teaching the club, but he wasn’t really a bad guy either. He was just kind of silly in class sometimes.

After the talk that the girls and I had yesterday, I don’t think that joining a cooking club would be such a bad thing. After all, Snow did mention that everyone needed to learn how to cook, whether they were a boy or girl didn’t really matter.

Luckily, there was still a lot of room on the sign-up sheet when I got to it. I signed my name up for the cooking class. I think it’ll actually be pretty cool, but if Grunt or Will asks, I’m going to say that I just did it because of the dare. Even though I know that guys can like cooking, I’m not sure that they know. I don’t want to get made fun of. I just want to make a cake.

Anyway, I’m super busy today, so I’ll just write some more tomorrow.

Day Twelve: A Sewing Situation

Dear Diary,

Nothing exciting happened at school today, but I know that something cool will happen in a couple days. This weekend I’m going to have my twelfth birthday! I’ve been so busy with school that I didn’t even have time to snoop around the house to look for my birthday present from my parents. Luckily, today I didn’t have any homework and my parents were going out. It was my chance to strike!

My parents had a few hiding places for presents, but I knew where all of them were. Luckily, my parents didn’t know that I knew where they were, so I never had to look very hard to find my presents. Sure, it took away some of the surprise value, but finding it on my own is way more fun than being surprised anyway.

It didn’t take me too long to find a party bag with my name on it. I looked inside of the bag and saw a cool leather jacket. I have wanted one of these for a while now, and I’m actually a little impressed that my parents remembered that I wanted one. I took it out of the bag and tried it on. I looked pretty good in it if I have to say so myself.

There was I flexing my huge muscles when it happened. The jacket ripped. I mean, it was a really obvious rip. I knew that I would be in deep trouble if my parents found out. At first, I was panicking pretty hard. I mean, I had no idea what to do. Then I remembered what I learned in class.

I ran into my parent’s room and pulled out my mom’s sewing kit. I tried my best to remember what I learned in class and stitched up the jacket the best I could. It didn’t look like new when I was done, but it looked good enough. When I was done fixing the jacket I put it back in the party bag and then back in its hiding spot.

I’m safe…for now. I’ll write more tomorrow if my mom doesn’t find out about my sneaking around. If that happens…then I’ll be grounded until my next birthday!

Day Thirteen: Behaving Better

Dear Diary,

I have definitely learned my lesson. Everyone should learn how to sew. At least, everyone should know how to not snoop around for their birthday presents. However, I think I’m too stuck in the habit of snooping to get over it. At least I know how to fix what I ruin. I’m just glad that I didn’t break something electrical. I would have no idea how to fix something like that.

Since I have proof that sewing is an important skill, I tried to do my best in home ec today. I mean, I even paid attention, participated, and everything like that. I was a perfect student. Well, I guess I was an average student, but that’s still better than how I usually act. I didn’t get into any fights or anything.

Anyway, today wasn’t super exciting, so that’s about all I have to write about today. Tomorrow will be more fun to write about because I’m going to have a birthday party. It’s going to be sweet. I’ll write all about it tomorrow.

Day Fourteen: Happy Birthday to Me!

Dear Diary,

My birthday party was just as cool as I thought it would be! I invited Snow, Tibby, Grunt, and Will to my party. No one was busy, so they were all able to make it. I was a little worried that someone might be busy, but I was glad to know that everyone could make it. Even Roarbert came out of his room to help me celebrate, or maybe he just came out of his room because he could smell the pizza, either way, he was there too.

I’ve never turned twelve before, so I wasn’t really sure what people are supposed to do at twelve-year-old birthday parties. I mean, I’m the oldest out of all of my friends, and Roarbert didn’t invite me to his party, so I didn’t really know what to do.

I opened my presents first. I got a lot of really cool stuff for my gifts. I made to sure act super surprised when I got the jacket from my parents. I was even more surprised to see that Roarbert got me a present. He got me my very own fencing sword! It was just made out of wood, but it was good enough for me. I guess that Will was in on this too because he got me a sword too. Now I could fight with my friends…but in a good way! Grunt got me some trading cards for a game we like to play. Snow baked me the best brownies that I’ve ever had, and Tibby got me a cool baseball cap with our school’s logo on it.

Luckily, one of my birthday presents (from my grandparents, who sent it through the mail because they couldn’t make it to my party) was two extra controllers for my video game system. Now I had enough for everyone to play video games at the same time. I actually had a great game that everyone could play together called Super Monster Party. I guess, in a way, my birthday party was a super monster party.

I wish that I could relive this day over and over, that’s how great it was. I know that I can’t do that. Besides, writing about this every day would get pretty boring. I’ll write some more tomorrow, though, about whatever it is that I get up to.

Day Fifteen: Time to Chill

Dear Diary,

The party yesterday sure did take a lot out of me. I kind of just wanted to chill out today. Usually, I would invite my friends over on a weekend, but I saw so much of them yesterday that I just wanted to hang out at home alone. Sometimes a guy just needs some alone time.

I decided to look over the presents I got yesterday. I even wore my new jacket all day, and it wasn’t even that cold outside. I looked pretty cool in this jacket, though. If I was a little older, I’m sure that all of the ladies in Overworld would think I’m the coolest guy around.

Eventually, I got bored of imagining my future modeling career, so I decided to see if Roarbert wanted to hang out. Sure, a guy needs a little alone time every now and again, but a lot of alone time can get pretty boring. I knocked on his door and asked him if he wanted to play some video games. He agreed to play with me, but probably only because he’s not that too good looking to even pretend that he has a future as a male model.

My day was pretty tame today. I played some video games and ate a lot of left-over pizza and cake. It was pretty good. I have to go back to school tomorrow, which I’m not really looking forward to. It’s too bad that school can’t just be like a big party, then I’d want to go every day. I guess I’ll just write about the lack of a party at school tomorrow.

Day Sixteen: The Cooking Club

Dear Diary,

Today was the first day of the cooking club. I’m not really even sure why I showed up to the club. I mean, I only signed up for it on a dare and because all of the other clubs were full. I could have skipped the meeting and no one would have even noticed.

I showed up anyway, and now I’m kind of glad that I did. I sat down in the kitchen and waited for Mr. Nocab to show up. There were a few other kids in the class already. Most of the people in the club were girls, but there were two other boys in the club, too.

Today Mr. Nocab was going to teach us how to bake muffins. The whole thing seemed a lot like our home ec class, except it was a lot more relaxed. Mr. Nocab was throwing around jokes left and right. It was actually pretty fun. We got to make whatever kind of muffins that we wanted. A lot of kids stuck to blueberries and chocolate chips, but I decided to throw in a bag of chocolate candies and marshmallows into my muffins. When they were done they tasted a lot more like cake than muffins, but they were still good.

I’m actually pretty glad that I showed up to this club. It was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I guess the joke is really on Will and Grunt for not signing up for this club. I’m sure that I’ll show up for the next meeting, whether I really need to or not.

Day Seventeen: Other Clubs

Dear Diary,

Since my club meeting went so well yesterday, I wanted to hear all about how well my friend’s meetings went. We had all pretty much signed up for different things, except for Snow and Tibby, who had both signed up for the archery club. I guess that’s just the sort of thing that cool skeletons gals are into nowadays.

Grunt and Will didn’t join the same team. They actually didn’t hang out all that often. I mean, they were both friends with me, so they hung out together when I was around, but they didn’t really hang out alone together. Anyway, they were pretty different people. Grunt ended up signing up for the bowling club, which I think he just did as an excuse to go to the bowling alley once a week. Will signed up for an art class. Until today I didn’t even know that he was into art. I guess I learn something new about my friends every day.

I also made sure to tell my friends all about the cooking club meeting. They actually seemed a little impressed. At first, they thought it was funny that I actually showed up for the meeting, but by the time that I was done telling them all about the meeting they wished that they had joined the club instead of making jokes about it.

Anyway, that’s about all that I’ve got to write about today. I bet that I’ll have something cool to write about tomorrow, though, so I’ll make sure to write more then.

Day Eighteen: Club Meets Classroom

Dear Diary,

Today my home ec club was moving onto something that I already had a little bit of experience with cooking. I was glad that I joined the cooking class now. I had a little advantage over the other kids in the class. We weren’t baking muffins like I did in my class, but we were making homemade bread, which was basically the same thing. I was all out of candy to throw into the bread, though, so I just had to go by the recipe that Mr. Nocab had written on the board for everyone to use.

Some of the other kids in the class kept getting some stuff mixed up in the recipe. I mean, some kid put in a whole cup of salt in their mixing bowl instead of a cup of flour. If I hadn’t had helped out that kid then his bread would have tasted really gross.

A lot of the kids in class were actually impressed with how well I did when I was done with my bread. It was probably the fluffiest bread that was made in the whole class. Even Mr. Nocab liked my bread. He asked if I could share it with the whole class, and I agreed. It felt really good to have everyone enjoy something that I made all by myself.

I think I’m really starting to like my home ec class. I wonder what I’ll get up to tomorrow. No matter what I do, I’ll be sure to write all about it tomorrow!

Day Nineteen: Kitchen Tutor

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I did super well in my home ec class. I must have looked like a professional chef or like one of those people who were probably chefs once but now they’re too old to work in a real kitchen so they just have a cooking show on public cable channels. Either way, I was way better cook than a lot of the kids in my class, and I was WAY better at cooking than Grunt and Will.

To tell the truth…Grunt and Will aren’t good at cooking, like at all. Before this class, the most complicated thing that Will had ever made was a grilled cheese, and I’m not even sure that Grunt knows how to make his own toast. Anyway, at the end of the week, our home ec class is going to have a cooking test, like a bake-off or something, and Grunt and Will asked me if I could tutor them so they would pass the test. I agreed to help out of the goodness of my heart, and also for the free snacks that they were paying me with.

I decided to help my friends make some brownies, partially because they were made pretty much like cake, but mostly I helped them make brownies because I really wanted to eat some brownies. I dug around my kitchen and found a recipe that my grandma had given my mom. It was the best brownie recipe I knew of. If they were going to make anything good, then this would be it.

We made the recipe together. I had to stop Grunt from throwing in the whole egg into the bowl instead of cracking it first, and Will almost forgot to add the chocolate to the brownies, which is kind of the most important part of brownies.

By the time the brownies were done, they smelled just like how my grandma made them. They didn’t taste as good as my grandma made them, but it’s impossible to make anything as good as my grandma made them. I would say that we did a pretty good job.

I’ll write more tomorrow if I don’t get sick from eating all of these brownies today.

Day Twenty: The Bake Sale Bake Off

Dear Diary,

Today was the day of the cooking test. Every student in the home ec class could make whatever they wanted. Everyone who made something that wasn’t totally disgusting would get an A, but whoever sold the most of whatever they made would get a special prize. I was ready to win that prize. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew that I wanted it.

I decided to make a batch of chocolate chip cookies. A person could never go wrong when it came to these cookies. They were super easy to make, and they always sold the fastest at bake sales. I was sure to win. My grandma didn’t have a recipe for this but my mom did, so I decided to take it to school today to make my masterpiece.

I went to my cooking station in the home ec room and made the cookie dough, cut most of it into cookie shapes, and put it in the oven. Of course, I kept some of the cookie dough to eat raw while the rest of it was cooking. I know I’m not supposed to eat cookie dough, but it’s just so good. I can’t help myself.

When my cookies were done I put them on a plate and put them on the bake sale table. Once all of the other kid’s stuff was out the sale started. I had competition, though. Someone else had made chocolate chip cookies. I pushed my plate to the front of the table to try to sell them faster. Luckily, my plan worked.

My cookies sold faster than anything else. I won the secret prize super faster, which meant that my reward was huge! It turned out that my reward was getting one free snack from everyone’s desserts. I got twelve different treats! Today was probably the best day of my life. Of course, I shared my snacks with my friends, but I kept the best snacks for myself.

There’s no way tomorrow is going to be better than today, but I’ll write about it anyway.

Day Twenty-One: Boys Only!

Dear Diary,

It’s finally Saturday! It’s the best day of the week, as far as I’m concerned. On Friday there’s still school, on Sunday I need to get ready for school, but on Saturday all I need to do is relax and PARTY!

I invited over Grunt and Will to have a sleepover with me today. Middle school is a lot busier than I thought it would be. My friends and I don’t have as much time as we used to for hanging out as we did in elementary school. Today was going to be a boy’s only day.

Roarbert was at a sleepover with his friends, so my friends and I had the whole place to ourselves, well, not counting my parents. I didn’t know what to do with my friends. We just decided to do everything that we could think of. We played video games, played board games, and even baked stuff together. This cooking club and home ec class is really making me appreciate the finer arts of making and eating snacks. My mom took a lot of pictures of me cooking. She thought it was cute. I thought it was embarrassing.

Anyway, I had a great time with my friends. I’m going to hang out with Snow and Tibby tomorrow since I didn’t hang out with either of them today. I’m sure it’ll be pretty cool, and I’ll make sure that I write all about it.

Day Twenty-Two: A Day Out with the Girls

Dear Diary,

Since I hung out with my bros yesterday, I figured that today would be a great time to hang out with my girl friends. It’s very important that I keep that space between the word ‘girl’ and ‘friends’. I only like Snow and Tibby as friends. I only like all girls as friends right now. I mean, I’m twelve. I don’t need to start thinking about getting a girlfriend until I’m at least thirteen. Having girls who are my friends is cool, though.

I let the girls pick what we should do today. When Tibby said, “We should go to the mall,” I was a little grossed out. Every boy knows that it means when a girl wants to go to a mall. It means that the boy will go in, and then never come out because he’ll die of boredom while the girl shops. Of course, I did tell the girls they could pick, so I agreed to go with them.

Snow’s mom drove us to the mall in the next village over. “This mall is way cooler than the one that we have in our village,” Snow said. “It’s way bigger. There’re way more stores to shop at.” I tried my very best not to complain. I thought about the ten gold blocks in my inventory. I hoped it would be enough to buy something.

The mall was a lot bigger than I thought it would be. It was also really clean, which is kind of weird for monster buildings. I mean, there was spider webs all over the place, but I guess that’s just what a mall is asking for when they hire giant spiders for janitors. As I looked around the store, I noticed just how many stores there were, and how not all of them were clothes stores. The place wasn’t actually as bad as I thought it was going to be.

The girls did want to do some shopping for clothes, but while they did that they made sure to point out a video game store me to look in so I didn’t get bored. That store was actually really cool. A lot of the video games were old and used, but that also meant that they were pretty cheap. I was able to get a game that came out two years ago for only three gold blocks! When the game was new it would have been close to ten gold blocks!

I met up with the girls later and we went to a toy shop. I bought some mini blocks to play with. I can build a replica of my house when I get home if I want to. After that, the girls showed me the arcade. That was the best part of the whole mall. I have to admit that I used up the rest of the money here. Luckily, Snow’s mom had given us money for dinner, so I didn’t go hungry.

We got some burritos from the food court and waited outside for Snow’s mom to pick us up. I had a really good time. I’m starting to think that I’ll ask the girls to go to the mall with me more often, as soon as I get my allowance. Today was a really good day. I’ll make sure to write more tomorrow.

Day Twenty-Three: The Cooking Club, Again

Dear Diary,

Today is Monday, which sadly meant that I needed to go to school today, but it also meant that I was able to go to the cooking club meeting. I know that I signed up for this club on a dare, but I’m actually really glad that I signed up for it. I mean, Mr. Nocab is a lot cooler during the club than during class. We also got to make a lot cooler stuff. Today we were learning how to make ice cream!

Mr. Nocab made everyone group up. I partnered up with a pigman named Tyler. He was pretty cool. All of the kids were handed two bags. We had a little bag for ice cream and a bigger bag for ice. I had to mix milk, sugar, and a tiny bit of salt into a bag. Then I was allowed to choose a flavor. A lot of kids picked vanilla, but I thought that was lame. I put in chocolate syrup and chocolate chips into my bag.

Once everything was in the bag, Tyler and I put both of our bags into the ice bag. We had to also add salt to the ice, which I guess made it even colder. I was wondering why we needed to have partners as I rolled the ice cream bag inside of the ice bag, but it didn’t take me long to figure it out as I tried to make the ice cream. The ice bag got super cold. I gave it to Tyler to use, and we kept switching when we got too cold.

By the end of class, everyone was eating ice cream out of their bags. Mine didn’t work as well as the vanilla kids, but it was worth it for every chocolatey bite. I’m going to finish eating this ice cream and then clean up. I’ll make sure to write more tomorrow, and maybe even make some more ice cream at home.

Day Twenty-Four: Grunt’s Grunts

Dear Diary,

Something weird was up today, and I don’t even know what it is. It’s about Grunt, not me. I’m fine. It’s just that every once in a while, Grunt gets really upset about something. He bottles up his feelings and then he takes it out on other people later. Grunt and I almost stopped being friends during the summer school program because he got jealous that I was doing better than him in class. I mean, I’m doing better than him in class right now, but I don’t think he’s mad at me for that. He hasn’t said anything about it, anyway.

I could tell that something was up with Grunt, but Grunt didn’t seem to want to tell me what was up with him. I even made sure to ask him directly, “Are you feeling okay?” instead of trying to be sneaky and figure out what was wrong. Grunt said that he was fine, but I don’t think that he’s telling the truth.

I’m going to wait for Grunt to tell me what is wrong on his own. It’s rude to try to force someone to tell you what’s wrong, and it only makes friendships more complicated. I know that Grunt will tell me what is wrong once he’s ready to. I guess that I’ll just have to wait until he feels ready to tell me what is wrong. I hope that Grunt knows that he can tell me whatever he needs to. That’s just what best friends are for.

I’ll write more tomorrow if Grunt tells me anything. Until he does, the best I can do is be patient with him.

Day Twenty-Five: Roarbert’s Brotherly Advice

Dear Diary,

Grunt still hasn’t said anything about what’s bothering him, but he was definitely still acting like there was something wrong. I still haven’t talked to him about whatever it is that’s bothering him because I don’t really know how to talk to him about his troubles. It’s never gone super well when I’ve tried to talk to Grunt when something is going on with him. He’s not exactly the best listener, especially when he gets his mind stuck on something. He’s the most stubborn friend that I have, that’s for sure.

I didn’t really know how to talk to Grunt, but I did know how to talk to Roarbert. He was always around to give me advice when I needed it, and he was really good at giving me advice about Grunt, which was probably because half the time I needed advice it was so that I could learn how to talk to Grunt better. I wonder if Grunt ever asks for advice about how to talk to me.

I went into Roarbert’s room and told him all about what was going on with Grunt. I asked him what he should do about the whole thing. He didn’t have much to say, but what he said was important. “It actually seems like you’re handling this really well. I think you should just keep doing what you’re doing.” Roarbert paused for a minute before finishing his thought. “You know, you’ve gotten a lot more mature since you started middle school. Pretty soon you won’t even need my advice.”

I left Roarbert’s room after talking to him. It felt pretty good to get some props from my big brother. I think that Roarbert and I are getting to be better friends every day. Maybe I really am growing up and getting more mature.

Day Twenty-Six: Finally Talking

Dear Diary,

I knew that I should be patient, but being patient is really hard sometimes. I was so curious about whatever was bugging Grunt. I might have also been a little worried that he was mad at me for something. I couldn’t really think of anything that I could have done to make him mad at me, but with a guy like Grunt, I can never be sure that I didn’t do something. I was actually just about to straight up ask Grunt what was wrong when he walked up to me and shyly said, “Can I talk to you about something?” Grunt had never been shy about anything since I met him. I knew that this was important. Grunt was finally about to open up to me.

We walked away from everyone else at school so we could be alone. Once Grunt knew that there was no one else around he said, “I’m really stressed out about something, and I need to talk to someone about it. Is it okay if I tell you?”

I felt touched that Grunt would come to me first. “Yeah, you can always tell me anything, you know that.”

Grunt continued. “It’s just this whole middle school thing. There’s so much more work than in elementary school. I’m having a really hard time keeping up and my grades are getting really low. I’m just worried that if I don’t get my grades back up I’ll have to go to summer school again.”

I understood what Grunt was talking about. Even if my grades were not dropping, I still knew that middle school was a lot harder than elementary school. “I get it, man, school is getting pretty hard. Is there anything I can do to help?” I wanted to help Grunt, really, but I didn’t know how I could help him.

“I know I need some help, but I don’t really know what could help. I’m just too stressed out to think of any ideas. Do you…do you think that you could think of some way to help me out?” Grunt sounded really nervous when he asked me this.

“Yeah, I’ll try to think of something and get back to you tomorrow, okay?” I pretended to know what I was doing. I hope that Grunt couldn’t tell that I was just as clueless as he was.

“Thanks, bro,” he said as he left.

It meant a lot to me that Grunt could talk to me about his troubles, but now I’m a little nervous. I don’t really know how to help him out with his troubles. I’ll try to sleep on it. I’ll write about whatever I figure out tomorrow…if I can even figure out something.

Day Twenty-Seven: Summer Memories and Autumn Ideas

Dear Diary,

I don’t know if other people get this, but sometimes when I’m trying to sleep I start thinking about stuff that I usually wouldn’t think of, like really good food that I had years ago or about that time I fell off a slide and scraped my knee when I was in third grade. Last night I thought of something that could actually help Grunt out, though!

I was thinking about that time I messed up in my chemistry class during summer school. I don’t know why I was thinking about this, I just was. Anyway, when I messed up Miss Enchantment made me go to tutoring. I didn’t really like it at first, but it really helped my grades and my stress. I think that the same thing can help Grunt.

I told Grunt about this when I got to school today. He didn’t seem thrilled at the idea of signing up for tutoring, but he didn’t fight me on it, either. He knew that he needed this, even if he didn’t actually want to do it. I came with him to sign up for tutoring in general since Grunt needed help in most subjects. I even signed up for tutoring in math, partially to be nice and partially because that was my worst class.

Grunt was really glad that I had this idea, and he was even happier that I joined tutoring with him. I really think that I’m doing a good job at this whole middle school thing. I’ll write some more about it tomorrow.

Day Twenty-Eight: Fencing

Dear Diary,

Signing up for tutoring was pretty stressful for Grunt, and it was even a little stressful for me. I didn’t want to think about school today, and I don’t think Grunt wanted to think about it, either. We needed to blow off some steam, and I knew the perfect way to do that.

In my last month of summer school, I had to take a gym class. I thought it was going to be really lame, but I actually had a lot of fun. I found out that I was really bad at some sports. I’m probably the worst playing volleyball. I also found some sports that I liked, my favorite being fencing, which is pretty much a fancy way to say sword fighting.

I had gotten some wooden swords for my birthday, so I offered to fight Grunt in my backyard with him. It was going to be for fun, obviously. We were trying to blow off some steam, not beat up each other.

We were sword fighting for a really long time, actually. I was trying to train Grunt how to be better at it with some of the stuff that I had learned in my gym class. By the time that we were done play-fighting Grunt had gotten a lot better. He wasn’t better than me, but I did let him win a match to make him feel better.

Today was a pretty good day, and I’m not just saying that because I hustled Grunt and got him to buy me pizza after I beat him at fencing. The weekend isn’t over yet, though! I’ll make sure to write some more tomorrow.

Day Twenty-Nine: PARTY!

Dear Diary,

The first month of middle school is over! It seems like it lasted forever. I need something to celebrate…I needed to party, which is exactly what I did today! I invited all of my friends to meet me at the park: Snow, Will, Grunt, and Tibby all showed up. Tibby even brought an extra friend to join us. I think his name is Cranium. I didn’t really talk to him much, but he seemed like a cool guy. I think there’s something weird going on between Tibby and Cranium. That’s not important right now, though.

What is important? The party! Like any cool middle school kid party, our party mostly consisted of the six of us standing around in the circle, talking about what shows we liked on TV, and eating more junk food than we probably should have. It was a pretty tame party, but I also can’t really think of a better way to end the first month of middle school.

There’s a teacher in-service tomorrow, so I don’t have to go to school, which will give me some extra time to write. I’m not sure what to write about. I’m running out of paper in this diary, so I’ll probably have to start a new one for next month. Of course, I’ll make sure to put one last cool entry in this one, but I’ll do that tomorrow. Right now, I’ve got a party to get back to.

Day Thirty: What Next?

Dear Diary,

There’s only really one thing that’s going through my mind right now, and that question is, what’s going to happen next? I mean, I know that I survived my first month of middle school, but how am I supposed to know what the second month of middle school is going to be like.

I know that some things are going to change. My English teacher, Mrs. Bonnes, is going to have a baby, so she’s not going to be at school at all next month. I heard a rumor that we’re getting a super old Zombie for a substitute teacher. I also heard that he retired from working at the local high school, so everything he teaches is really hard to work with. I just hope that the rumors are fake. I mean, they must be, right?

I have enough to think about without worrying if I’m going to have a freaky Zombie for my substitute teacher. I guess I just need to relax and look forward to what might happen next month. I know that with my crazy friends and my even crazier school, that something wild is bound to happen next month, and when it does, I’ll be there to write all about it.








About the Author

Mark Mulle is a passionate Minecraft gamer who writes game guides, short stories, and novels about the Minecraft universe. He has been exploring, building, and fighting in the game ever since its launch, and he often uses in-game experiences for inspiration on creating the best fiction for fellow fans of the game. He works as a professional writer and splits his time between gaming, reading, and storytelling, three hobbies and lifelong passions that he attributes to a love of roleplaying, a pursuit of challenging new perspectives, and a visceral enjoyment the vast worlds that imagination has to offer. His favorite thing to do, after a long day of creating worlds both on and off the online gaming community, is to relax with his dog, Herobrine, and to unwind with a good book. His favorite authors include Stephen King, Richard A. Knaak, George R. R. Martin, and R. A. Salvatore, whose fantasy works he grew up reading or is currently reading. Just like in Minecraft, Mark always strives to level up, so to speak, so that he can improve his skills and continue to surprise his audience. He prefers to play massive multiplayer online games but often spends time in those games fighting monsters one on one and going solo against the toughest mobs and bosses he can manage to topple. In every game, his signature character build is a male who focuses mostly on crafting weapons and enchanting, and in every battle, he always brings a one hander sword and a shield with as much magical attributes as he can pour into them. Because he always plays alone, he likes to use his game guides to share all the secrets and knowledge he gains, and who know—he may have snuck some information into his fiction as well. Keep an eye out for his next book!



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Diary of a Brave Iron Golem

Book 1: The Village Protector

Book 2: Attacked by the Wither


Diary of Jake and His Zombie Pigman

Book 1: The Creature from the Nether

Book 2: The Spiders Show the Way


The White Eyed Ghost’s Promise

Book 1: Herobrine Lives

Book 2: Herobrine’s Manor


Diary of a Hero Zombie

Book 1: Herobrine’s Gauntlet

Book 2: The Cult of Herobrine

Book 3: Into the Nether Portal


Diary of Erik Enderman

Book 1: Block Thief

Book 2: Adventures with Steve

Book 3: The Legend of the Endermen’s Treasure


Diary of a Valiant Wolf

Book 1: Steve’s Wolves

Book 2: Zombie Horde

Book 3: Defeating the Dragon


Diary of a Mob – Bony the Skeleton,

Book 1: Where the Block is My Bow?

Book 2: Where the Block is My Dad?


Diary of a Mob – Sebastian the Gutsy Sheep

Book 1: No Ordinary Sheep

Book 2: Sebastian Seeks Revenge


Rise of the Wither, Book 1: New Danger


Books in the Carnival of Doom series

Book One: The Angry Ghost

Book Two: To the Nether Portal

Book Three: Trapped


Books in the Diary of a Crafty Player Series

Book One: Blocky World

Book Two: The Fort Keepers

Book Three: The Search for the Dragon


Diary of Reg the Villager,

Book One: In Search of the Creative Mode

Book Two: Nether Here Nor There

Book Three: The Wolfdog and the Dragon


Diary of Steve the Explorer, The Cube World Chronicles

Book One: The Unknown Enemy

Book Two: Diary of the Curious Creeper

Book Three: Diary of an Enderman, the Game Keeper


Diary of Steve the Adventurer,

Book One: In the Lair of Herobrine

Book Two: To the Nether Portal


Diary of a Zombie Hunter,

Book One: The Zombie Specialist

Book Two: Zombie or Griefers

Book Three: The Captain of Overwatch


Diary of a Mob – Rowley the Rabbit,

Book One: The Runaway Rabbit


Books in the Diary of an Adventurous Creeper Series

Book One: Creeper Chronicles

Book Two: Journey to the End

Book Three: Dragon Savior


Books in the Adventures Through the Over World Trilogy

Book One: Creeping Transformation

Book Two: Steven and the Island of Bones

Book Three: The Zoo in Jericho City


The Quest: The Untold Story of Steve Trilogy

Book One: The Tale of a Hero

Book Two: The Unfinished Game

Book Three: The Endings and Beginnings of a Legend


The Obsidian Chronicles Trilogy

The Obsidian Chronicles, Book One: Ender Rain

The Obsidian Chronicles, Book Two: Hell and Back

The Obsidian Chronicles, Book Three: Of Dragons and Demons


The Doppelganger Trilogy

The Doppelganger, Book One: Steve’s Chance

The Doppelganger, Book Two: Steve vs. Herobrine

The Doppelganger, Book Three: The Ender Dragon Reborn


The Cult Trilogy

The Cult, Part One

The Cult, Part Two

The Cult, Part Three


The Legend: The Mystery of Herobrine Trilogy

Book One: The Start of the Quest

Book Two: The Truth about the Myth

Book Three: Herobrine versus the World


The Dragon’s Mountain Trilogy

Book One: Attacked by the Griefers

Book Two: The Hidden Village

Book Three: The White Mobs


The Temple of Destruction Trilogy

Book One: The Lost Treasures

Book Two: The Curse

Book Three: Notch versus Herobrine


Books in The Enemy’s Revenge Trilogy

Book One: Ghost Sightings

Book Two: Kidnapped

Book Three: To The End World


Attack of the Overworld Trilogy

Book One: Finding Herobrine

Book Two: Finding Steve

Book Three: The Final Mine


A Zombie Middle School Diary, Book 4: My Home Economics Teacher is a Pigman

GENRE: Children’s Adventure (An Unofficial Minecraft Book for Kids Ages 9 - 12 (Preteen) My name is Ugh, and I’m just about to start my first year of middle school. This summer I had to go through some crazy summer school classes to even get to middle school. I don’t exactly have the best reputation for showing up to class, which is how I got into that situation in the first place. This school year I’m going to work harder to do well in my classes, and to show up to them in general. Even though I don’t plan on skipping every other class that I have, I still think that this school year is going to be crazy. I mean, I am going to a school full of monsters for teachers and students. Four of my best friends will be there to join me in everything that happens: Tibby, Snow, Will, and Grunt. I’m sure that we can do whatever we set our minds to when we stick together. I can’t help but wonder what types of monsters I’ll run into at my new middle school. All I know for sure is that I’ll have a great time no matter what comes at me! Author’s Note: This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this "Minecraft Adventure Series" such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine...etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch

  • Author: Mark Mulle
  • Published: 2016-11-10 11:20:12
  • Words: 11235
A Zombie Middle School Diary, Book 4: My Home Economics Teacher is a Pigman A Zombie Middle School Diary, Book 4: My Home Economics Teacher is a Pigman