K this is my first Star Wars fic, … so if you like insanity and complete randomness, this is the story for you. Read, Review and Enjoy.

I own only… well…. I own something…maybe the spaghetti… The rest is not mine.

Spaghetti!

Chapter One: Step Ten

Name: Anikan Skywalker

Species: Humanoid

Age: 20

Months in support group: two

Difficulty: Addiction

I feel kind of stupid writing this, I think the whole situation is stupid. But I didn't sign up for these classes. Step ten of the program; write a detailed historic description of your difficulty… I'm writing it. Historic all right, I don't plan to stretch the truth any.

Whose fault is all this? Naturally, I blame my Master, Obie Wan Kenobie. He's holding me back, I'm ready for the trials, I can pass any test he'd throw at me…Oh well, I won't get into that here. Padme was there when it happened, but it's not her fault, nothing's her fault. Am I to blame? No, not at all. Was I the one who preheated the macaroni noodles because I had forgotten my own lunch in the training hall? No. Was I the one who decided I needed help and signed me up for these classes? No. It was all Master; no one else could do so much to mess things up.

I guess I should start from the beginning, seeing how this is meant to be historical. It all started long ago… back on Tatoonie. At an early age, I developed a horrible allergic reaction to spaghetti. Yeah laugh, this is funny right? Well, you wait until you're the one with your eyes swelled shut, lying on the floor, and at death's door. From then on, I've always avoided pasta; any kind can do it, ravioli, lasagna, Mac and cheese, shell noodles… Well you get the picture. I did fine until one night a couple of months ago ago.

Padme and me hadn't gotten any time together in a long time… I mean a really long time. So when Master gave me a day off because of some council meeting I couldn't attend because guess what?! I'm still a padawan learner… where else would I go.

I rushed home as quickly as I could, cutting off some traffic, almost getting killed that sort of thing… Padme was happy to see me when I finally got there.

"Annie," she said, "you're back early."

"Yeah well, Master's at another council meeting, and since I'm still a padawan, I got the day off."

She smiled, "See Annie, I told you being a learner had its upsides."

Oh I have a question, is this paper going to be shown to anyone?! or will we get to burn and eat it? On file?! Okay but I won't be able to write so much… Yes I know I'm not supposed to keep anything inside…Don't you have better things to do then stand here and read over my shoulder?! Yeash! Councilors, almost as bad as Masters if you can believe it.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, so me and my good friend Padme, decided we needed to do something together to remember old times. "Why not eat out?" I asked.

"Where at?" Padme wanted to know, "there aren't very many good eating places around here."

"What about that pizza place? What's it called, 'The Floppy Disk'?"

Padme doesn't like pizza, but I had forgotten. "Annie, I don't like pizza, especially not the way the 'Floppy Disk' makes it."

"Why not?"

"I wouldn't mind it so much if there everything pizza didn't have Wookie hair on it."

I nodded "I guess your right, so what are you in the mood for?"

She thought for a minuet, now I could handle just about anything, but what Padme said then almost blew me away. " Spaghetti."

I didn't know what to do… I would have felt like an idiot telling her I was allergic to spaghetti. So I didn't. "Okay," I said, "sounds good to me." If I would have known all the trouble it was going to cause I would have stayed home…and said I was sick. But I wasn't sick… not yet anyway.