For all my life, I have often heard people refer to their lives as miserable. But they have no idea. In my eyes, their lives are perfect. They have anything and everything. While I have nothing. All I have is my family. My name is Ramona Skywalker and I am a slave. For the first eight years of my life, I wasn't a slave, instead, I travelled a lot with my mother, Shmi. It was a fun life and I couldn't dream of anything better. But that soon ended. We were captured by a bunch of rebels who sold us off to the Hutt's on Tatooine. It was around then my younger brother, Anakin was born. A month later, we were sold to Watto, a Toydarian who owns a junkyard in the market. As the years went on, Ani was brought into working for Watto, alongside myself. As a slave. Now six years later, we are still here, working for Watto doing repairs to small droids and other things Watto can't be bothered to do.

At this moment in time, I was sat on the front work bench, repairing a small droid which can be sold off for rations which my mum and brother need desperately. Out of my brother and I, I was the better builder. I don't how I do it. It just happens. My brother likes to brag though that he can do Pod Racing. I can too, but its permitted that woman cannot race. Which I hate with a passion. Despite that minor set back, it doesn't stop me from building Ani his own

Currently, i was sat on the front work bench, repairing a small droid which can be sold for rations that my family need desperately. I like to say that between Ani and I, I was the better build and repairer (not that he wanted to admit it!). I was currently building him a pod racer which he enjoys doing. My mother and I try to stop him, but Watto forces him to do it, but either way he enjoys it. Plus he's a lot better at pod racing, I tried it once,