Ahhhh, well, new story. Sorry for the wait, but 7th grade popped out of the grass, strangled me, bound me in very tight ropes, and dropped me on a desk. I HATE 7TH GRADE SO FREAKING MUCH!!
Chapter 1
My Name Is Max Evans, and this is my story.
So, I'd started out as a slave on Mygeeto. A horrible place to live, war-torn, destroyed. I'm not proud to say I grew up there, no one is.
Once, a handful of Jedi landed in huge starships, carrying hundreds of troops to help the battle effort against the CIS there. As the battle had its quiet moments, the Jedi scanned as many people as they could.
At first, no one knew why. But we all learned eventually…
Boys and girls disappeared, all over. I was one of the last to go.
A strange man came to my house and talked to my parents a while. Then he came for me. He told me to pack my things, as fast as I could. I looked questioningly at my mom, but she nodded for me to listen to him.
I did, and once I was ready, he took me aboard to one of the huge starships. He followed me inside it. I wondered why he was so quiet, but now he spoke.
"You have potential, young one, you will train as a jedi in the Jedi Temple."
I stared, dumbfounded. Almost every kid on Mygeeto had wished to join the ranks of the Jedi. Now I had my chance!