Disclaimer: I am not the best of writers. If this story seems farfecthed, hey it's sci-fi. What's doesn't seem farfetched before you think about it.

Twenty-five minutes left. I have twenty-five minutes

left.

Twenty-five minutes of glares and dirty looks from

my classmates. When my family said the Imperial

Academy would be hard for me, I don't think they meant

socially.

It's not that I'm unpopular. I've had dates to all

the banquets. Being one of the few females in my class,

it could probably be expected.

Twenty minutes. It's not my fault I finish my tests

early and know what the teachers are talking about.

I was born in space, grew up in space, and will probably

die there.

Most of what they teach here at the Academy I

already knew, which is why I was moved up in the class

ranks. Even then the classes are not challenging

enough but the administration isn't willing to give a

woman that much credit.

Fifteen minutes. Now my partner is finished. We are

still the only ones. We help each other study. My

partner had improved his efficiency greatly ever since

I showed a couple of studying techniques.

I also convinced him not to be so proud when he

didn't understand something and ask the teacher. The

two of us are tied for being at the top of our class.

I've overheard our instructors praising the two of us

to other teachers.

Ten minutes. Now the rest of my team is done. We

are the best in the class. We are at the top of the

entire student body.

Our instructor has just informed me and my

partner, that we have been specially asked for, for

placement as officers.

Five minutes. I and my partner are to report to

Governor Tarkin. It was a well known fact that he was

here looking at us cadets to be placed on his ship. We

are to be taken to the ship called the Death Star. We

have been placed in the most coveted assignment among

the upper classes. The two of us are stunned.

"Class dismissed."