SLAM! Anakin slammed his locker door shut, a stormy look on his face.

"What happened this time?" Padme, his (not so secret) secret girlfriend asked.

Anakin turned to her, eyes flaming and narrowed. "Obi-Wan stole my cookie. Again." He turned back to his locker, his body language clearly showing he didn't want to talk about it.

Padme nodded understandingly. "The Glass Incident again, Ani?"

"YES!" Anakin punched his locker with a force fist. It now had a decently-sized dent in it. Padme backed away a few steps.

Anakin lowered his voice. "Sorry, Padme, it's all Obi-Wan's fault. If he hadn't taken my cookie, then I would've been able to hang out with you after school today."

"It's okay, Ani, " Padme said soothingly, "I'll think of something else to do after school today."

Some thought nagged at her from the back of her mind, that maybe, just maybe, Anakin was a little mental and she shouldn't be dating him. But she shook that thought away.

She and Anakin parted ways. Padme checked Holobook and found Anakin's Glass Incident from today posted with over two million views. There were so many Glass Incidents that it was a channel on JediTube. Anakin hated those. Padme smiled, remembering how adorable Anakin looked sulking. What a day, what a day.

Anakin, after enduring a boring lecture about "How Not to turn to the Dark Side", headed to the principal's office. He dragged his feet all the way, silently hoping that Principal Yoda wouldn't have another one-on-one session with him about controlling his feelings. Why couldn't this school just let him write papers or something? Those were easier and less personal, at least.

He was at the door. Anakin gulped and slowly opened it.

Principal Yoda was this small, green, old, pointy-eared creature. In a sense, he was sort of cute, but Yoda uses that to his advantage. Dressed in a suit and sitting on over twenty books, Yoda sat there with his elbows on the desk and his six fingers (three each) steepled together.

"Caused much trouble again, you have today, Skywalker." He said in a high-pitched croak. "Your sixth offense, it is."

Anakin perked up a bit. Four less than last week!

"What troubles you, young Skywalker?"

And he drooped again. There was the question.

"I don't have to say it anymore, you know it already! Can I just go have fun with my friends?"

"Fun!?" Principal Yoda said incredulously. "Pah! A Jedi craves not these things. Clear his mind, a Jedi must. Let go of his feelings, he must."

Anakin flashed back to Padme, and then he shook his head. Principal Yoda wouldn't know about that.

"Consequences, there are, to fights," Principal Yoda continued, "take off your flying classes, I will."

Anakin shot up from his seat. "You kidding!?" he shouted, "That's my favourite class!"

"Then learn to control yourself, you will." Principal Yoda said sternly. "Good day!"

Anakin fumed quietly. Stupid principal Yoda and his stupid rules. He nodded his head sharply to Yoda, mumbled his goodbyes, and stomped out of the room. He continued his stomping until he got home. He needed some blue milk.