I woke with a sudden jolt, my whole body tickled with a strange sensation. I took in my surroundings, grasslands. Great. Just great, I really did need wood, and the barren wasteland that was set out before me had none.
"Ughhh..." I glanced over at my dad, "Hey wewe ok?!" I asked, helping him up. "Yes I'm ok sweetie, are wewe ok?"
Suddenly memories of my death came flooding back to me, "No! wewe pushed me into a creeper pit!" I snapped, "No! I swear!" "Dad! Your supposed to help! Not run away!"
"Yes but-"
*snap*
Dad pushed me down to the ground, "Shhh..."
My eyes widened, griefers. Oh dear notch! Please not griefers! We watched the land before us for a bit before a chicken appeared over where we heard the sound.
We sighed a sigh of relief, no-one seemed to be there. "Hmm... I hope we are the first to spawn in this world," Dad started, "You know what happens when a person kills you."
I nodded, when wewe die of natural causes, e.g. Hunger, killed kwa creepers, drowned ect. wewe will respawn in a new world which may au may not have others whom have spawned there before you. If wewe die kwa another person's hand then... That's it I guess. We don't really know.
"Let's get going."
I nodded. It would be sundown soon and we needed shelter.

My name is Kiani. I'm a teenager, I guess. Here in my universe we age differently so we don't keep track of years. I'd probably be around 15-19 though. Probably. I'm a girl, and I live alone with my Dad. His name is Steve. Steve Pickace.
My mum died many lifes ago. The griefers found Mum, Dad and I. We got away but, Mum was wounded. She told Dad to go on, without her. In your years I was probably about 4-7 years old at the time.
I'll never forget my mother's scream when they finished her off.

Ever.