The chosen one, the name I've gone by since I got to this temple. I feel scared. What if I don't live up to their expectations, what if I don't bring balance to the force like they say? I'm supposed to be the chosen one but I know less about my job then even the youngest youngling. I don't think master Yoda likes me. He thinks I'm dangerous, I know. What if he's right, what if I am. Qui-gon didn't think so, but Qui-gon isn't here. Funny how the one man who believed in me had to die. Maybe, I'm just bad luck. At least I have a master. Master Obi-wan is not the most patient man, but he is kind to me. Sometimes, I think he just keeps me around because Qui-gon asked him too. I want him to love me and I want to make him happy, but I think I just worry about me. I feel guilty sometimes when I think that he just doesn't care about me. If I think things like that, I know bad things will happen to me in my mind. I need to feel like there's one person in all the galaxy that believes in me and cares about me. For a while, there was my mom. I miss my mom so bad, sometimes I cry at night. I cry quietly though, I don't want master Obi-wan to hear me. I think he'd be mad if he knew how much I do miss her. I just want him to like me so I'm trying to be extra careful not to make him mad, but its hard. I like to use my hands, to build things, but sometimes people get mad at me for it. I hate the way my Master sometimes looks at me, like he is so ashamed. I want him to never look at me that way again. I hate it. I don't think anyone wants to be my friend here. They're all wary and they know more things then I do, a lot more things. They all expect so much of me, but I'm only ten, I can't do everything. Sometimes, I just wana go home and in the middle of the night, I have to tell myself this is home.
