The JediPrincess Diaries
I do not own either Star Wars (it belongs to George Lucas) or them Princess Diaries books. (They belong to Meg Cabot)
----- Day One-09:45 The New Republic Cruiser Dragon's Eye enroute to Yavin 4
Can you believe this? Not only am I being sent away from my home and friends, my mother gave me this to record my 'adventures' as I train to be a Jedi. What is she thinking? Its bad enough I am losing everything important to me simply because I showed an apparently high level of Force potential and the New Republic decided for my benefit I should travel across the galaxy to stay in cold ruins. But no! I have to write about it too! I am a Princess of god's sake! I shouldn't have to live a life of solace and serenity. Well, I should, but not one so far away!
It doesn't help that my parents thought it would be good for me. Good for me?! I am going to be living in an ancient temple with god knows who, my title and prestige ignored, and they think I will benefit from this. Lord tell me how! I think they just wanted me out of the way, so they can devote all their time to Soarna. I always knew she was their favorite.
She is probably laughing at me as I write this. No. she probably taking over my room and my closet-she must have already laughed at me. more then once. She was always jealous of my fashion sense. If she ruins anything in my wardrobe I will kill her! Damn. A Jedi doesn't feel hate. Crap. I am never going to get this. I love my sister, I love my sister, I love my sister..
Why me? Why was I the one with Force-potential? And why was it high enough to make the Republic "strongly encourage" me to train to be a Jedi? Are they afraid that if I don't learn to wield it correctly I will destroy the galaxy? Come on.everyone knows only trained Jedi can do that. I don't even want to be a Jedi! I liked being just a princess and looking pretty and lounging around all day. Speaking of which, I am never going to get used to these drab robes.
Oh Lord. we've landed. And it looks like I have to carry my own luggage. Do these people know who I am?! Wait until Daddy hears of this!
I do not own either Star Wars (it belongs to George Lucas) or them Princess Diaries books. (They belong to Meg Cabot)
----- Day One-09:45 The New Republic Cruiser Dragon's Eye enroute to Yavin 4
Can you believe this? Not only am I being sent away from my home and friends, my mother gave me this to record my 'adventures' as I train to be a Jedi. What is she thinking? Its bad enough I am losing everything important to me simply because I showed an apparently high level of Force potential and the New Republic decided for my benefit I should travel across the galaxy to stay in cold ruins. But no! I have to write about it too! I am a Princess of god's sake! I shouldn't have to live a life of solace and serenity. Well, I should, but not one so far away!
It doesn't help that my parents thought it would be good for me. Good for me?! I am going to be living in an ancient temple with god knows who, my title and prestige ignored, and they think I will benefit from this. Lord tell me how! I think they just wanted me out of the way, so they can devote all their time to Soarna. I always knew she was their favorite.
She is probably laughing at me as I write this. No. she probably taking over my room and my closet-she must have already laughed at me. more then once. She was always jealous of my fashion sense. If she ruins anything in my wardrobe I will kill her! Damn. A Jedi doesn't feel hate. Crap. I am never going to get this. I love my sister, I love my sister, I love my sister..
Why me? Why was I the one with Force-potential? And why was it high enough to make the Republic "strongly encourage" me to train to be a Jedi? Are they afraid that if I don't learn to wield it correctly I will destroy the galaxy? Come on.everyone knows only trained Jedi can do that. I don't even want to be a Jedi! I liked being just a princess and looking pretty and lounging around all day. Speaking of which, I am never going to get used to these drab robes.
Oh Lord. we've landed. And it looks like I have to carry my own luggage. Do these people know who I am?! Wait until Daddy hears of this!