I did begin posting this story on Jedi Council Forums, but it's all saved as one big document on my computer so it's probably not divided up the same way... I hope you enjoy it, and please don't be put off by the slightly strange beginning!

Spring of '69 Chapter 1- 14th May 1969

"Carrie, for the love of… will you stop kneeling on your seat?"

"But Miss! I can't see!" The dark-haired girl replied indignantly.

"It's your own fault for being small." Her teacher muttered.

"It's not! Mom said I haven't had my growth spurts yet!"

The Beverly Hills High School bus drove on Highway 5, heading towards Concord. The school was going on a trip there. It wasn't like Concord was a bad place- Miss Heath liked it just fine- But six and a half hours with barely any breaks wasn't her idea of a good trip. Not to mention the constant pestering from the seventh grade was driving her mad.

"Carrie Fisher will you please sit down!" It was going to be a long day.

"Harrison! You wanna play draughts?"

"Why? God, it's a English game!"

This caused laughter from his friends. Harrison grinned.

"Concord is so far away." His friend George groaned.

"Not too far, boys. A few more hours, that's all." The bus driver said, not taking his eyes off the road. Groans from the passengers.

"Whose idea was this trip anyway? 'Hey, let's go to the New Hampshire State House and completely waste a week on a pointless trip.' I mean, really?"

Harrison smiled again as his college friends laughed at his joke. He lent back in his seat and looked out the window. It was looking like rain. Maybe I can still get out of this trip…

Mark kicked a Dr. Pepper can down the sidewalk. Stupid errands. I should be hanging out with John and Steve right now. Or studying! Maybe when I do finally get into college I'll have forgotten everything I know about school! You wish, Hamill.

A red coach drove by. The words RIPON COLLEGE, WISCONSIN were printed on the side.

Wisconsin? That journey must've taken a day at least! Mark watched as the bus drove by. It was strange for anyone to be coming to Concord from anywhere outside of California, let alone the other side of the U.S. Oh well. Maybe they were just passing through or something. Then a thought struck him.

"Blow! I left my library book at home!" Mark groaned to himself. Well, the library wasn't too far away. He'd just go in, apologise for not remembering, and go down to the mall before anyone noticed. Easy.

"Carrie! Where are you going?"

Sugar.

"Nowhere miss, I just, err… need the toilet."

"Be quick."

Carrie ran off. I can't believe that worked! Where should I go? A large, old-looking building across the road looked okay. She looked around for anyone who could've seen her escape. There was no one but a blond- haired boy of about eighteen on the opposite sidewalk. Carrie looked both ways before crossing, then ran across the road. Yes.

Harrison slipped off before anyone saw him. While everyone else was looking for the nearest toilet block, he ran off it the opposite direction. Find a library. Harrison loved reading. He'd lose himself in a book for ages. Just find one, and it'll be fine.

He looked up. CONCORD FREE PUBLIC LIBRARY was written on a sign above his head. Bingo.

Mark made his way to the librarian. Aw man, she's gonna kill me. He was about to start talking to her, when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A book rested on the top shelf- and it was glowing. No one else noticed it. Mark edged closer. Yep, it was radiating green light. No way.

Carrie walked into the library. She figured she'd just spend a few hours here, then go back to miss. Sure, she'd get into trouble, but she needed some free time. Hang on. A book? Glowing? She rubbed her eyes. No, it was real. Wow.

Harrison walked in. No one even looked at him. One day, when I'm famous, I'll never be able to walk into a library without people flocking for autographs.

Fiction? No, he wanted something like… oh, he didn't know. He usually just walked around looking for a book that looked interesting. Wait. Was that book glowing? It was. He looked around. The other people in the library could have been statues. Slowly, he edged towards the shelf.