Fakhouri: *flips on a light and takes a deep breath* Welcome to the first chapter of A Strange School in a Town Far Far Away! Usually I'd stay in the background but I couldn't resist saying a few things before you start reading. This is my first Fanfiction so please be understanding if some of it doesn't make sense. Also I used my own characters from Star Wars: The Old Republic. I am also looking for a Beta so message me if your interested.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Star wars franchise. I wish I did though :(

Have fun reading!

Perspective

Thoughts/Notes

Flashback

Orcrmabled's POV

First day….great…, I sighed as I got out of bed that day.

Usually I would've been already ready to go to school but today was different. My parents had gotten a job offer that neither could refuse. So they moved us from our home in Coruscant (Yeah cool name.) to the boring town of Mos Entith. The time change was hitting me harder than the rest of my family.

I got dressed and went to the bathroom. As I looked at my reflection, I sighed, "At least they moved us during summer.".

I attempted to tame my blue hair by attacking it with a comb, with no success.

Throwing the comb into the sink, I walked out of the bathroom, Just perfect.

I then bounded down the stairs and somewhat skidded into the kitchen. Qintorip, my younger brother, jumped, "AYE!".

I laughed. If there was one thing I could do right today, it was scare him, "Hey bro….".

Before I continue, let me explain what my brother is like. He is more logical than I am. Also his hair is a bright red, which is really strange since My dad and I have blue hair and my mother has brown, but that's beside the point. Gah, let's just get back to the the present.

I stood there staring at my brother. He had a bowl of his favorite cereal, What was it again?, and was waiting for me, apparently.

I blinked before heading to the bread drawer, "You're a strange one, Qin.". I grabbed some slices of bread and placed them into the toaster. He mumbled something but I didn't care. I waited patiently for the toast to be ready, "Where's Mom and Dad?".

I felt something hit the back on my head and, when I looked around, I saw a crumbled piece of paper on the floor. As I bent down and picked it up, trying to get it looking like a note again.

"Sorry we couldn't be here to wish you luck on your first day. Had to get to work. See you guys at dinner!".

Now I understand why it was crumbled up. I proceeded to crumple it up again and toss it into the trash, "New town. New job. Same stupid schedule.". I grabbed my toast from the toaster and buttered it. Qintorip had finished his cereal and placed his bowl into the sink, "Yep.". I went to the living room and grabbed my backpack, "Ready?". Qintorip chuckled, "Yeah.". He grabbed his backpack and left through the front door, with me close behind.

I stuck my toast into my mouth, turned to face the door and fumbled with my keys to lock the door. Qintorip sighed as he waited patiently by my car, a classic '67 Chevrolet Impala. I finally got the correct key and locked the door. I jogged over to the car and tossed my pack into the back seat. I unlocked the car door, entered the car, and finally took a bite of my toast.

Qintorip tossed his bag in the back seat also as he closed the passenger door, "We're going to be late.". I hurriedly gobbled my toast and started the car, "I mow I mow!".

Sheesh, it's harder to talk with toast in your mouth then I thought. I drove out of our driveway and started the long trip to our new school to begin our junior year. Before you ask, Qintorip is a year younger than me. He is also extremely smart and skipped ahead to my grade. I hate his brain because people always asks me why my grades suck. Ugh just waiting for the irritating questions at mid terms.

As we pulled into the parking spot of the high school, I glanced at my watch, "Bro we have less than a minute to get to our first class. Come on.".

I grabbed my backpack and made a mad dash to the entrance with Qintorip far behind me. That's the one thing I love. He got the brains but I got the athletic abilities.

I waited in the principal's office for my brother. When he got here, the principal's secretary handed us our schedules. I looked at mine closely;

1st period: Band
2nd period: Literature
3rd period: Algebra 2
Lunch
4th period: Physics
5th period: Gym
6th period: Study Hall
7th period: Cooking

"Looks like we have 2nd, 4th, and 5th together." I heard Qintorip say. I folded up my schedule and shoved it in my pocket, "We'd better hurry.". We left the office and went our separate ways.

Fakhouri: Yes, it was very short but I have more written and ready to post. This is kind of like the test chapter to see if it would get some interest. Anyway I'd love to hear your opinion and advice. Until next time!