I look at my surroundings in confusion. Where am I?I'm not supposed to be in this… what is this place anyway? One second ago, I was doodling in class!

"What the hell just happened? What is happening?" I demand to the wind. No answer. Ugh. I sit on the ground and start twirling my hair… wait. What is this… tangled strand of hair? I just brushed my hair this morning!

When I try to pull it—I can't seem to separate those hair! Stang! It's in a tight little braid!

Wait.

A little braid hanging from behind my right ear?

Then, as I look at my clothes—brown robes and tunic instead of my uniform—I get more and more confused. It's impossible! There's no way I'm a…

Well, a voice confirms my suspicion. "Padawan!" it called. I blinked. Maybe drawing Star Wars characters when the teacher's boring the students to death is not a good idea.

"You left these," the man (my 'master', I think) says, handing me something I'm not familiar with along with little blue crystals. Are these lightsaber components? I want to ask, but I decide against it, for it will raise suspicion. "Yes, Master," I reply. I put the components in a line on the table in front of me, my expression clueless.

But I realize, if I'm here, maybe I can use the Force! I try picturing the components floating towards me, and, well, it worked! I never knew I can do that!

Now, the next step. A line from a fanfiction pops into my head. 'You must align the crystals correctly, with the Force. If you fail to do so, you'll be blown up to pieces…'

BLOWN UP TO PIECES?

I'm not ready to die! I haven't even graduated! What will my family do? How will my friends react? How about my Fanfiction account?

Apparently, my 'master' senses my anxiety, for he says 'Focus on the present' and 'calm yourself'. So I take a deep breath and release it. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Damn, I can't focus! Breathing like that reminds me of my friend's hilarious imitation of Darth Vader's.

"Come on, Aira. You can do it,"

I don't know what happened next, maybe I was surprised when he said my name (how on earth did he find out?) or something, but the only thing I remember is an explosion. We are now, as the Jedi say, one with the Force.


Author's Note: The 'I' character is based on me, all right. I like to doodle in classes, swear often, and I really have a friend who loves to imitate DV's breathing. He even said that if there's a chance, he'll do that in the school communication place where everyone can hear it from speakers. However, some facts are changed for my own safety… ;)

The fanfiction line about lightsaber-making is real (not exact quoting, though). In fact, that is the very quote that inspired me to write this fic!

BTW, forgive me for the long AN, possible typos, and grammar errors. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review (requests/ideas are appreciated, and maybe accepted)! See ya in the next chap! :D