(Hi there! So this is an idea I've had for months but couldn't ever quite get it out the way I wanted it. I'm still not completely happy with this, but I've honestly toyed with it for so long that I just wanted to get past this first chapter. I promise, it'll get better the more it develops! I've got a lot planned here. Also I am well aware that there are about 70000 SW high school au's, but I tried to make this one a little different so it wasn't just a repeat of everyone else's. Please please please don't hesitate to leave a review, it would really help! Hope you enjoy ❤️)

August 10th, 1959.

A shrill ring screamed about the dark bedroom of Luke Skywalker. Barely sitting up, Luke reached over to the small nightstand parallel to his bed and slapped his hand upon it, silencing the awful noise. The blonde, messy haired sixteen year old arose from a twin bed and exited his room sluggishly, making his way down the dimly lit hallway to the bathroom. On his way, Luke lightly rapped onto the white door across from his.

"Leia, get up."

Luke didn't particularly care if she responded or not, still far too tired to worry about anything except for the day ahead. The first day of his sophomore year had arrived and the young boy was all but excited for it; the previous school year had brought pesky bad skin, rude teachers, and even more rude students. (Luke thought that since the school was so large at least some of the attendants would be nice, but he was proved wrong when he'd finished the year with none of the friends he'd started with.) At the beginning of the year when Luke mistakingly made a comment about being bored at school, his father had forced him to get a job, but since he was only fifteen at the time the only job he could manage was rolling hay on his uncle's farm on the weekends and through the summer. Luke hated that job more than anything and was happy to quit due to the upcoming school year, which he prayed would be any better than the last.

After brushing his teeth and following out his morning routine- relieve himself, fix his hair, wash his face- Luke exited the small room and started back down the hallway. As he opened his door, he glanced up and saw his twin sister exit her room. Leia, with her dark hair messed in a similar fashion to Luke's, was clad in a pair of button down pajamas with small flowers dotting along the fabric. As she walked, the two acknowledged each other with a small nod.

Luke dressed quickly in a pair of dark jeans with the cuffs rolled and a pale yellow shirt, paired with plain black shoes. He didn't particularly care too much for fashion, so he was downstairs quickly, but he couldn't say the same for his twin, who tended to spend a lengthy amount of time on her hair every morning.

"Leia, hurry up!" He shouted, starting to become impatient sitting idly at the kitchen table.

From her vanity, Leia rolled her eyes and huffed. "I have the keys, you're gonna have to wait!" She yelled back. It was true- when the twins had taken their driver's test two weeks previous, Leia had passed, while Luke had not. It was his inability to parallel park, if she recalled correctly.

Leia found herself feeling rather enthusiastic for the start of of her sophomore year. Her freshman year had proved rather enjoyable; she'd made the school soccer team, passed all of her classes with flying colors, and become the youngest student body president in the school's history. Some particularly mean older girls had gossiped and spread a rumor that Leia had done vile things with the student council president in order to get the position, but the sixteen year old could only laugh and shake it off because those girls weren't smart enough to realize that the student council president had nothing to do with the student body president. Smile and wave, she'd told herself. Other than that, 1958 had been very kind to the girl and she knew this year would be even better.

After she finished messing with her long brown tresses, Leia ran some Vaseline over her lips to make them shine and smoothed out her plaid skirt before going downstairs to meet her brother.

"Took you long enough." Luke grumbled, grabbing his backpack.

Leia looked up at him- despite the fact that they were twins, Luke was a good bit taller than she- and smirked. "When you get your license, then you can drive yourself to school,"

Luke's cheeks reddened. It wasn't his fault that their dad's car was too big for him to parallel park with. As if on cue, their father, Anakin, entered.

"You two heading out?" The tall man asked, placing a pair of glasses on his face as he picked up the last week's paper from the table where Luke had been sitting.

"Yes sir," the pair responded in unison.

Anakin looked up at his children standing side by side and gave them a toothless smile. Not in a non affectionate way, of course, but after the death of his wife sixteen years previous, he had become reserved and quiet. It didn't mean he didn't love them- his children were his whole world, and some might consider the way he treated them to be too strict or harsh, but he couldn't fathom the idea of losing them too.

"Alright. Be safe. Home by four o'clock, no later." His eyes returned to his paper.

"Yes sir." The pair repeated, Leia reaching down to kiss her father's cheek before they exited the house.

Luke's day was already proving to be better than last year. In his second period, agricultural science, he'd made friends with a dark haired junior named Wedge Antilles. Turns out, the two had grown up right down the street from each other and had gone to the same elementary school together. Lunch now upon them, they sat together outside under a tree and watched the other students around them.

"Oh my God, did you see that?" Luke doubled over sideways in laughter at a student he presumed to be a freshman trip over the large roots of one of the nearby oak trees.

"Rookie mistake," Wedge chuckled, biting into an apple.

Luke sighed and shrugged. "I guess I can't make fun, I tripped on those at least seven times last year."

"My freshman year, a foreign exchange student named Ahsoka- well, we called her assie, but anyways- a girl named Ashoka wore a pair of heels on picture day and absolutely ate it on those roots. Still my favorite moment of high school so far." Wedge recounted, laughing as he went along.

Luke once again broke into laughter at the thought of some poor girl tripping in front of everyone. The pair spent the rest of the lunch hour retelling all of their stories about people getting hurt and selfishly delighting in those peoples' pain. (Luke's particular favorite was the time in the eighth grade when Leia's shoe had gotten stuck in the crack of the side walk and she fell dramatically, scraping the living daylights off of her knee. He knew she'd kill him for bringing it back up, but he didn't really care.)

"We're a real pair of jerks, you know that?" Luke wiped a tear from his cheek, clutching his ribs.

The school bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Wedge stood and offered Luke a hand, dusting his legs off after he stood.

"I enjoyed this, it was therapeutic. Same time tomorrow?" Wedge gave Luke a lopsided smile.

Luke's heart filled with joy, so genuinely happy to just have a friend. He agreed to the arrangement and headed off to his 5th period, hopeful and full of excitement for the new year.

Sophomore year was not even one day over before Leia decided that it was going to be the worst year ever. The drama started in her 1st period when she sat down in biology next to a boy who appeared unsuspecting- she was proved wrong when he made a sly comment about how "cute" she was. Naturally, the girl stood to move but was cut off by her teacher, a small old man named Mr. Palpa, snapping that she needed to sit and that the seats they were sitting in were where they were to sit for the rest of the year.

The seating arrangement was annoying but not unbearable for Leia. Rather, it was the fact that during her 6th period, P.E, she'd delivered what she saw as a gentle punch to a senior boy who practically closed in on her in the corner of the gymnasium that made her day so awfully. It goes without saying that she was automatically sent to the principal's office.

Leia didn't know why so many boys insisted on messing with her, seeing as she didn't wear anything especially provocative, and she made an effort to steer clear of exuding signs of flirtation. She was far too busy with her studies to worry about going on dates and wasting a boy's money on movies. Nonetheless, getting sent to the office for the first time in her life was an absolutely mortifying experience for the known goody-two-shoes.

Normally the end of the day was something Leia looked forward to, because it meant getting to go home and not having to worry about anything except for dinner. But as she awaited her brother's arrival, an intense anxiety took over the brunette stemming from the oncoming wrath of her father.

Luke closed the door with a smile and buckled his seatbelt.

"What's got you so cranked?" She sneered, hooking her seatbelt and turning the car on.

"What's got you so salty?" He responded, mocking her tone.

Starting on the short drive to their house, Leia rolled her eyes and tried to ignore the fact that she kind of wanted to cry. "Pops is gonna kill me. I got sent to the office today-"

"Leia! No you did not!" Luke's eyes went wide.

"It's not my fault!" She defended. "Some senior was hitting on me in P.E. and I told him to stop! But apparently, it's 'unladylike' to tell a boy to leave you alone!" Her tone rose higher and higher as she tweaked her story to her twin.

Luke closed his eyes and pinched his nose. "Jeez, Leia... Dad is already strict enough, he's gonna kill you!"

Leia's eyes widened and she gave her brother an exasperated look. "Thanks, that really helps."

Once inside, Luke made a beeline for his bedroom and Leia tried to follow suit, but knew she was in for it when she passed Anakin sitting in his lounge chair. His legs were crossed in a causal manor, but his rigid expression told otherwise and Leia was sure the school had placed a phone call to his office the minute the incident was reported.

"Hello, Leia."

Wincing, the teen turned to face her father, whose cold tone made her wish the world would swallow her whole.

"Care to explain why I was interrupted at work with a phone call saying you got into a fight?"

Leia stared at the floor, interested in the deep brown carpet of the living area. "He kept hitting on me, dad! I know I shouldn't have hit him but... well gosh, what else was I supposed to do?!"

Anakin ran a frustrated hand over his face. "When did I ever teach you kids that fighting was okay? Violence doesn't solve anything."

The cool voice speaking to her made Leia's emotions switch from fear to anger. "Dad, that's absolutely ridiculous!" She shouted. "Sorry, but didn't you used to get in fights all the time when you were my age? I didn't even get in that much trouble, anyways! They just told me not to do it again," she rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

Anakin stood, towering well over his daughter. "You do not raise your voice at me, young lady." His tone was angry and hot. "I don't care what I used to do, we're talking about what you're doing. Now, you're grounded for the next two weeks. No exceptions. You will drive yourself and your brother to and from school and that's it."

Leia's eyes filled with frustrated tears. "That's so ridiculous! Besides, it's not like you let us go anywhere anyways!" She yelled dramatically, turning to go to her room.

Anakin's eyebrows raised. "Don't walk away from me when I am talking to you! Just for that, consider it three weeks."

Leia turned sharply to be father. "Oh, my god!"

"Care to make it four?"

She inhaled a deep, shaking breath. "No, sir."

"That's what I thought. Now go to your room, and think about what you've done today." Anakin pointed to the stairs.

Watching his only girl trying not to cry as she walked away from him shattered Anakin's heart. He didn't like being stern with the twins, but Leia had too much of her mother in her. She had always possessed a rebellious and wild streak in her, no matter how hard she worked to maintain a good reputation. She was too wild and Anakin was positive he was getting too old to know what to do with her anymore. And her bringing up his past made him flare in a way he hadn't since the days she spoke of- who had told her of those times? What else of his past did she know? Anakin sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, wishing nothing more than for his wife to be able to go upstairs and deal with their daughter better than he could.

Luke listened intently to his sister and father arguing from the top of the stairs where he was out of sight from the two. He felt bad for Leia- he knew she was excited for this year to go well and it was already off to a rotten start. He'd also been the subject of his father's wrath time and time again (Leia was much better at not getting caught doing bad things), so he knew she was probably crumbling down there. After about 10 minutes of listening to the argument, Luke stood and quickly slid into his bedroom after he heard heavy feet pounding up the staircase. He winced sharply as he heard Leia's door slam.

Luke laid on his bed and grabbed one of the model airplanes off of the shelves above the headboard, examining it deeply as he felt out of his element, unable to help his sister.