Hey everyone, haven't been writing in a while, I know. I'm sorry :/ Working on it. I was forced to write a Star Wars fanfic for my English class. This is a very small portion from the beginning. If you like it, maybe I'll post more ;) Haha Review Please!
Love and miss all of you!
-Mioor
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. Nor is this plagiarized.
He jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs to his parent's bedroom door. Knocking loudly, he exclaimed:
"Wake up! Wake up! It's Christmas morning!" Knowing his parent's rules of not going into the living room before they were up, he stood impatiently outside their door until they emerged not two minutes later.
The little boy, Jonathan, was seven years old. He was excelling in his first grade class, very athletic, and very adventurous. is dream was to become a pilot in his planet, Naboo's, military.
Jon's parents, Jen and Roy, finally made their way to the living room. There was a large, wrapped box next to their Christmas tree. The wrapping paper, which was composed of gold and green polka dots was tied with a red ribbon and a tag that read: 'To Jon, Love Mom and Dad'.
Excitedly, he ripped the paper off and the box open. When he saw what the box contained, he froze. Jon looked up questioningly at his parents, who were smiling.
He looked back at the R2 unit sitting inside the box. Cautiously, as if he were hoping this wasn't a dream, he pressed the 'on' button. The silvery purple machine whirled to life and the biggest smile jumped onto the boy's face.
"My own R2 unit?! This is so amazing! It's just what I wanted! Thank you so much!" He excitedly hugged his parents, and his father asked,
"What will you call him?" The boy pondered for a moment, thinking of the names his friends had given their R2's. His eyes widened with an idea.
"R1L3Y." He responded.
"R1L3Y?" The father questioned, "Why that name, son?"
"I don't really know." responded Jonathan, "I guess I just really like the name."
Well.. let me know what you think.
