So I Wrote this in 7th grade for an english assignment. I guess it's one of my first stories. I know it isn't that great, but I was in 7th grade. Star Wars is owned by Lucas Film and I own only the random characters I made up, not Boba Fett, who is really only mentioned. Hope you enjoy my very first story.

Chapter 1:

"Don't be a harlot of a girl! I swear I raised you better!" squawked the queen of Cawncord Dawn, my mother.

"You never raised me at all, yes you're my mother, but you didn't raise me, I'll do what I want. I'm going to dance." Yelling at my mother was something I did a lot. Yeah she's the queen but, I really don't care.

Turning on my heal I marched out of the throne room. Outside, the sky was slightly cloudy. The kind of day when it started to rain when no one expected. Why couldn't she let me dance? It's the only thing I actually want to do with my life. Maybe I could run away.

Seconds later the wind kicked up causing me to draw my shawl closer. The pep in my step increased as I walked towards my mini-castle. People waved as I passed and I waved back.

As I came through the door of my home, which I like to call "the cantina", it began to rain cats and dogs. Thank goodness for getting in just in time.

"You have a call my lady." Called the bubbly hostess as I strolled pass the desk.

"Thank you." I nodded to her with the toothy grin.

Walking up to my room I wondered who called. It could be my sister, or my mom wanting to apologize, or maybe just maybe, oh there is no way, but possibly it was my fiancé calling to say he was ok in the war. The war that has taken my brother from me, not to mention my friend Oola. She just had to go to Jabba's palace and get fed to the Rancor. She was the only dancer I actually knew. I met her on a trip to Ryll to see my grand parents. Oola was beautiful but not only that but she was so graceful. She taught me every thing she knew but only because she knew I would use the skills wisely to be free. Free as a bird to fly free.

My brother on the other hand went and threw himself at death in a rather stupid way. Joined the rebels and went to fight the exact cause we serve for. Then when he got himself killed my parents regretted letting him go. That's probably the only reason why they won't let me dance. For fear of losing another child. But us, dancers that is, we don't get killed.

In my deep train of thought I had reached my room. R5-31 greeted me with the usual beep boop beep, sounding rather happy. R5 is my pet and my shrink if you will. I tell him everything! And not only that but he is an entertainer droid meaning he helps dancer's performances look marvelous with lights and fog. He was a present for my sweet 16 from my fiancé, Dioxide. He joined the war because the Empire needed more warriors to fight under the bounty hunter Boba Fett. Yup, that's Dioxide, he'll do anything to keep the galaxy the way it is.

"Hay R5 do you know who called?' I questioned.

"Beeboop." (No)

Walking over to the phone I mashed the flashing message symbol, 2 missed calls and 1 message. Dialing 456 on the base the voice came through the receiver.

"Hey sis. I'm calling to tell you I'll be coming by around 6. Love you sis. Bye.'

Pressing 7, I hung up and looked up at the clock. It was only 5:30.

Half an hour I thought.

I guess my sister knows when I want to talk to her about my plans because I seriously wanted to run away. Take my Firespray and fly to Mos Eisly, Tattoine. Once there I'd go to the cantina. Maybe even buy a small house on the outskirts of town.

"R5 wouldn't you love to live in a small house just out side of Mos Eisly? Then travel Tatooine and dance all over?" I was beaming and feeling really radiant.

"Booobee." (Yes) chirped R5 sounding just as dreamy as I did.

Minuets passed as R5 and I daydreamed about Tatooine. When the knock on the door came I was startled to see how fast time went by. My sister, Alexia, opened the door trudged in and made herself at home.

"So I hear you've had another argument with the 'queen'. What did she say this time?" Alex was always so interested in my arguments with our mom, since she never had them.

"Well first we were just talking. She was asking me where I wanted to visit next. Of course I said Tatooine. That's when she started screeching and acting hysterical. No you're not going to Tatooine! I asked why not? You could steal away or be kidnapped and sold to Jabba. I will not! Yes, yes you will. I swear I was about to hit her. Then she had the nerve to say 'Don't be a harlot, I'd thought I raised you better!"

"No!"

"Yes. I was like 'you didn't raise me; you have no right to tell me what I can and can't do or call me names, and walked away."

"I can't believe she said that. What are you going to do? She won't let you go to Tatooine, there's a tracking device on all the ships."

"I know I'm going to take it off of mine."

"But how?" she looked puzzled.

"I know were it is. And R5 taught me how to deactivate them, the little darllin'." I smiled at him and he beeped back.

Okay, well if you're running away I guess I'll cover for you. But, what about Dioxide and do you have money?" She looked worried but exited.

"Um… how about this? I'll leave Dioxide a hologram. You give it to him the next time you see him. About the money I'll use my secret account."

"Ok."