Author's Note: Hello people! I'm new here, so bear with me. My chapters will probably be a bit short to start out with, and I'm only just getting used to this place. Anyway, this is from my point of view, pretty much exactly how I would react if this really happened to me! I know. I'm crazy. And this story pretty much highlights all my weird quirks. xD Ah, well. They're what make me unique. ;)

You may also notice that I mention Fallon Skywalker twice in this chapter, and through out this fiction. She's my good friend, and Lakehouse sister, and I got the idea from her! (Yes, Fal actually tricked me into getting myself trapped in 'Star Wars'. -_- Haha, just kidding Fally! *FanFicHugs*) So don't go telling me I was so creative to think of this when I didn't! Go read some of her stuff; it's great!

And now, go forth and R&R please. (And don't forget to enjoy the story while you're at it!)

May the Force be with you, and keep moving forward!

Disclaimer:

As much as I fit into the 'Star Wars' universe, I unfortunately do not own it. Actually, I think that should be FORTUNATELY I don't own it. The franchise/universe would prolly crash and burn if I owned it. xD Anyway, yeah. I don't own anything to do with Star Wars, in any way shape or form. I do own my own self though, which is in thsi story... but I suppose that's common sense. ;) Ta ta!

My eyes fluttered open. It was still dark outside, which struck me as odd, since I rarely wake up before 9 without poking and prodding from my parents. I would have rolled over and gone back to sleep if I didn't have a strange, chilling feeling draped over me. Like, when you forget you're on vacation, and you wake up at four in the morning in a strange hotel room and freak out.

Anyway, I was pretty much awake now, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling. I still couldn't shake that weird feeling. Come to think of it, my insides were abuzz with many strange sensations. Several things, that felt like bugs tickling my brain, seemed to be traveling around my consciousness. I blinked, and sat up. The weird sensations multiplied, some slowly disappeared while others slowly drifted in. Rubbing my face, and muttering to myself, I wondered if I was sick. I almost never got sick; I couldn't even remember the last time I'd been sick.

I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, and let my feet hit the cold hard floor

…wait a minute. My bedroom has carpets! I thought in a panic. Jerking my legs up off the floor, I pulled them up to my chest, wrapping my long arms around my knees. Okay, this was just plain freaky! Though, I wasn't scared in the way that makes you scream and bolt. I was scared by the fact that my curious and usually constantly racing mind was still drawing a blank, still struggling to work out what in the world was going on.

Finally, I gently set my feet on the floor. Standing up, I expected to have to fumble for the light switch like always, but somehow I knew all my obstacles before I reached them. I dodged them easily, and reached what I guessed was the door. Those weird feelings (more so like presences) were still there, but my brain was pushing them aside by now. I reached out, expecting to find the light switch with my fingers. Instead, my hand touched something larger. I felt it; it was a sort of control pad. I was thoroughly confused, but in my true spirit, my curiosity was greater than my fear.

"Hmm…" I pondered the situation aloud. I chose a button sort of at random, and pushed it. Thankfully it worked, and light filled the room

My mouth fell open, and a small squeak popped out.

"What the heck…" I managed to whisper.

I was in a small room, with not much filling the space. My bed was much simpler, now with a basic brown throw blanket instead of my usual pink comforter set, and the bed itself was built into the wall. There was a stool… ottoman sort of thing in the middle of the room.

"That must be what I dodged a minute ago…" I thought out loud. Looking around, something caught my eye.

No.

It couldn't be

I fairly jumped over to a little table that was protruding from the wall, and snatched up the object. My eyes the size of saucers, and each breath bringing little high pitched noises, my fingers crept to the switch. Knowing full well what it would do, I triggered it.

The glowing blue blade shot into the air, as a pleasant hum filled my ears.

I was holding an honest to goodness light saber. As I stared at it, my Cheshire Cat grin spread across my face.

So Fallon was right.

It was possible.

And now I was here

I glanced at the other door, and decided it must be my closet. Sure enough, when I opened it I was greeted by the pleasant browns of Jedi robes, just as Fal had. The reality (I supposed it was a reality…) hit me, and I jumped and shouted with joy! Snatching a tunic from the storage compartment, I proceeded to transform myself.

I looked myself over, and gave a satisfied and decided nod. My appearance was completely that of a Padawan learner, right down to my makeshift Padawan braid. Smiling, I bolted to the door, and was just about to jab the 'open' button, when the sensible part of my brain stopped me. I face palmed myself. "Of course, I need a cover story!" I cried. I was at a loss though. "I… suppose I'll just say that I don't have a Master yet. After all, it is the truth… sorta."

After refreshing myself on basic knowledge of the 'Star Wars' universe, I pressed the open button.