MARA JADE
The little girl ran across the street caring a bundle of flowers for her mother. They were daises she got from her friend Jennie's garden. She knew her mother would love them. She ducked underneath the glass that was being carried by the two rodiens who were probably delivering it to Alderaan. Most of their glass was made for Alderaan.
She ran into her home and searched for her mother. She wasn't in the kitchen nor was she in the living room. She wasn't in her room either so she checked the small yard they had behind the house. They weren't poor or rich but she knew they got by. Her mom was working on her small vegetable garden it had carrots and tomatoes.
"Mom I got you daises."
"They're lovely Mara," Clara said as she stroked the three-year-olds gold red hair. Mara sat on her mother's lap and she dozed off in the sunlight.
She woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. She padded down the hall in her bare feet and CareBear PJ's and watched her mom cook the food. It smelled delightful.
As her and her mother ate the breakfast they talked about Mara's school. Mara in the next month was going to go to the general school in town to learn an assortment of stuff so that she could get her general education and start thinking of what she wanted to do when she grew up. Her mother had told her that she was still young, and that she should take her time.
"Remember Mara," her mother said as she held her small hands, "life is what you make of it. Don't let anyone stop you from being the best you can be."
Later that day Mara found herself running through the forest. Somehow she seemed to be able to fly through the trees. She never could explain how. She wasn't even sure if her mother or anyone else knew that she ran through the trees feeling the breeze whisk by her like the wind from a racecar. She hurdled and ducked through the branches running past the lions and tigers of the forest. Mara wasn't sure if it was normal for a three-year-old to run and survive among the trees as she did. She knew sometimes her mother looked at her worriedly, and people talked about how strange it was for a child to act the way she does. She knew it was probably wrong or not right, but she did not care. There were only two ways she felt at most in peace. One was when she was with her mother, and two was when she was sleeping in the trees or running through them.
Later that day the tree year old walked home feeling good from the days exercise when she heard her mother scream. She ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, but when she got there she saw stormtroopers grabbing her mother and hauling her into a truck. Mara screamed and went to her mother's aid not thinking that the stormtroopers were probably going to not be frightened by a small child. She grabbed for her mother but a stormtrooper swooped down upon her like an avenging eagle and picked her up as she screamed and kicked at him to let her go. The stormtroopers quickly seperated mother and child and sent them in two different ways. As Mara sat there exsasted from fighting the stormtroopers a single tear and her final tear ran down her face as she realized in her heart that she would never see her mother again.
The little girl ran across the street caring a bundle of flowers for her mother. They were daises she got from her friend Jennie's garden. She knew her mother would love them. She ducked underneath the glass that was being carried by the two rodiens who were probably delivering it to Alderaan. Most of their glass was made for Alderaan.
She ran into her home and searched for her mother. She wasn't in the kitchen nor was she in the living room. She wasn't in her room either so she checked the small yard they had behind the house. They weren't poor or rich but she knew they got by. Her mom was working on her small vegetable garden it had carrots and tomatoes.
"Mom I got you daises."
"They're lovely Mara," Clara said as she stroked the three-year-olds gold red hair. Mara sat on her mother's lap and she dozed off in the sunlight.
She woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. She padded down the hall in her bare feet and CareBear PJ's and watched her mom cook the food. It smelled delightful.
As her and her mother ate the breakfast they talked about Mara's school. Mara in the next month was going to go to the general school in town to learn an assortment of stuff so that she could get her general education and start thinking of what she wanted to do when she grew up. Her mother had told her that she was still young, and that she should take her time.
"Remember Mara," her mother said as she held her small hands, "life is what you make of it. Don't let anyone stop you from being the best you can be."
Later that day Mara found herself running through the forest. Somehow she seemed to be able to fly through the trees. She never could explain how. She wasn't even sure if her mother or anyone else knew that she ran through the trees feeling the breeze whisk by her like the wind from a racecar. She hurdled and ducked through the branches running past the lions and tigers of the forest. Mara wasn't sure if it was normal for a three-year-old to run and survive among the trees as she did. She knew sometimes her mother looked at her worriedly, and people talked about how strange it was for a child to act the way she does. She knew it was probably wrong or not right, but she did not care. There were only two ways she felt at most in peace. One was when she was with her mother, and two was when she was sleeping in the trees or running through them.
Later that day the tree year old walked home feeling good from the days exercise when she heard her mother scream. She ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, but when she got there she saw stormtroopers grabbing her mother and hauling her into a truck. Mara screamed and went to her mother's aid not thinking that the stormtroopers were probably going to not be frightened by a small child. She grabbed for her mother but a stormtrooper swooped down upon her like an avenging eagle and picked her up as she screamed and kicked at him to let her go. The stormtroopers quickly seperated mother and child and sent them in two different ways. As Mara sat there exsasted from fighting the stormtroopers a single tear and her final tear ran down her face as she realized in her heart that she would never see her mother again.