Hello, everyone! Katierosefun here! This is a simple humorous fic that I decided to write merely because I was bored and I didn't want to go sleep just yet. ;)
This is probably one of my shortest one-shots EVER, but you know what they say-it's about the quality, not the quantity! Enjoy!
Anakin Skywalker was doomed.
His eyes grew wider as Master Kenobi piled some books in front of him and he fought the urge to run away. Why did he have to study today?
"How much books am I going to have to study from, Master?" He asked miserably.
"Many, not much." Obi-wan automatically corrected and Anakin slumped further into his seat. It wasn't fair! So what he made a couple of mistakes in grammar—did that really matter? It certainly wasn't going to save him in a fight for his life.
Anakin snorted at the thought and crossed his arms, eyeing the growing mountain of books.
"Why are we doing this again?" He muttered.
"We're doing this because you obviously cannot stand my corrections when it comes to your writing. Or speaking, I might add." Obi-wan replied lightly.
Anakin glared at his master and said, "I told you to stop correcting me and now I have to read from all this?"
The older man shrugged. "If you don't want me to correct you anymore, I would suggest that you start studying." He replied simply.
Anakin let out a groan and slammed his head on the desk. "My eyes are gonna pop out of their sockets." He grumbled.
"Going to, not 'gonna'." Obi-wan replied.
Anakin brought his head back up and scowled. "That doesn't count, Master—it's something called slang."
Obi-wan simply rolled his eyes.
Anakin sighed halfheartedly and flipped open the cover of a book. His eyes almost immediately began to glaze over and he looked at the dusty pages. He had only read the third word of the first sentence when he lifted his head and asked pleadingly, "Can't we just do this some other day?"
Obi-wan shook his head. "Come now, Anakin," he said humorously. "If you have enough time to work on your fighter, I'm sure you have enough time to perfect your literacy skills."
The young boy gave an exasperated groan and mumbled, "This is boring, though!"
"All the more reason for you to hurry, young one," was the only reply.
Anakin looked back down on the pages and pushed away the book. "I can write decently, Master." He said at last. "I can prove it!"
Obi-wan smiled, amused. "Do you wish to try?" He asked.
Anakin nodded enthusiastically and rummaged around their quarters. A couple of minutes later, he returned with his data pad.
He tapped away at the instrument and once satisfied with his handiwork, handed it over to his master.
Anakin tapped his foot against the floor and after some minutes, Obi-wan finally said, "You did well, Anakin."
"Really?" Anakin grinned.
Obi-wan shrugged. "Well, let's see…if you put the apostrophe between the –u and –re and put the i before e and added an –n to the –a…"
Anakin's heart sank as his master continued to correct his numerous mistakes. He groaned and buried his head in the book.
"Does it really matter?" He asked indignantly once Obi-wan put the data pad on the table.
"Yes, it really does." Obi-wan replied. "Now, go on, Anakin—it seems like you have plenty of work to do."
A/N: We've all been there before! We've all had that one person correcting every little mistake! (And later on, we turn into that person...)
*uses Jedi mind trick* You will now review...you will now not give any flames...