A/N: HEY GUYS! Okay, I don't actually know if someone is reading this/if anyone ever WILL read this. HOWEVER. I've been super duper obsessed with JainaDurron7's fanfiction lately...and I've been debating for a while on whether I should write a fanfic. But, she's been SO SO inspiring lately with her amazing writing, so I said to myself, "JUST DO IT." And ya know what? Here I am! This story's been in development for quite some time now, so yeah. It's always kinda been an idea in my head. Now it's officially published on a website...uhhh..
ANYWAY, if someone happens to read this, leave a comment letting me know if you liked this chapter, and/or if I should keep writing the story! Without further ado, I preset to you: MY LIFE AS LEIA!
Once upon a time...
WAIT. That's not right. This isn't a "once upon a time" type of story. This is something more real and definitely not some fairytale. So, let me start again.
The galaxy had many planets. All of them were stunning and beautiful in their own way, of course. But we're only going to be focusing on one specific planet today.
In case you were wondering, that planet was called Alderaan. Why was this planet so important? Well, I'm glad you asked! Alderaan was home to many wonderful beings - some alien, some human. One of these humans was named Leia Organa.
A young girl of only thirteen (going on fourteen), Leia just so happened to be the Princess and Heir to the Throne of Alderaan. Her father (Bail Organa) was the Viceroy, and her mother (Breha Organa) was the Queen.
You may think that being royalty would be fun — maybe even better than an average life! While that may be true in some instances, Leia's was not one of them. Though she was certainly well off, Princess Leia never quite felt. . .happy with the life she lived.
Some aspects were great, obviously. She had a gorgeous home, a stunning view out her window, a great family, and a lovely home planet. But Leia's desires were not that of physical means. Instead, they were of something. . .well, not physical, clearly.
Leia longed for things that couldn't be touched — they could be felt, and experienced. As an immediate example, one of the things she desired was freedom. Being as she was the Princess of an entire planet, Leia didn't have much time to do the things that she wanted. What were those things? I don't know. I'm not sure that even LEIA knew what she wanted to do! She only knew that freedom to live her own life would be fantastic. Exhilarating, even.
Oftentimes, the Princess felt somewhat out of place in her own family. There was definitely a reason for this, but Leia wasn't sure if it would be wrong to express an opinion on it. For the reason was this: Leia was adopted. When she was only a newborn baby, she was given to her current family: the Organas. She knew very little of her birth parents, but perhaps it would be best if we got her direct opinion on the matter.
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Leia layed sprawled out on her enormous bed. The brown haired girl held a pen firmly in one hand and was writing passionately in a book. Yes, the Princess of Alderaan kept a journal.
Diary of Leia Organa
I haven't gone downstairs yet today. I'm afraid that Mother will have a guest over. It's not necessarily that I'm unsociable — I just like to keep my distance from anyone that might judge me by my etiquette. Now, any other Princess would be DYING to show off her amazing manners to a fancy guest. Not me. Even though I was virtually raised by royalty, I couldn't impress anyone with ANYTHING.
My aunts say that I'm a tomboy, whatever that is. Personally, I don't think it sounds all that bad! It sounds better than a "proper lady". Yes, that's right. I have aunts; three, to be exact. Aunt Celly, Aunt Rouge, and Aunt Tia. They're all my father's sisters, and they're very dedicated to making me into a proper lady. . .a.k.a., one of THEM. I don't think they understand that I won't be changing my personality any time soon. After all — my personality is the only thing I have to hang on to! It's also one of the only things that I have to MYSELF. Soon, I'll probably have to hide this journal so nobody finds it and reads it, considering what little privacy I have these days.
Anyway, I've been up here for quite a few hours now. It's currently...0700 hours, so I'm most likely going to be the last one up. My parents get up early — REALLY early. Much earlier than I'd be able to function. I have that to look forward to, I guess.
I haven't been getting as much sleep lately. I've tried talking to my parents about it, but they're never around anymore. They're always too busy.
It's just. . .lately, I've been more stressed than what's natural. Don't get me wrong — it's not anyone's fault. Nothing has changed in my schedule for the past 3 years. It's actually my OWN fault. There's kind of a long explanation that goes along with this.
I've never really liked staying in one place long, but it's been truly bugging me recently. Every time I look out the window, I'm reminded of a promise I made to myself when I was 9.
See, when I was younger. . . I used to run away a lot. I never really did it because I wasn't happy at home. I just did it because it was nice to. . .I don't know. . .get away for a while, even if it was just for a few moments.
Well, anyway, on one of those little trips, I came across a pavilion (for lack of a better word) behind the palace. I had never noticed it there before, so I naturally wanted to investigate.
I found out that it overlooks a river. . .and it has a perfect view of the sky at night. I could see literally THOUSANDS of stars. I told myself that night, "Someday, I'll be up there too. I'll get to travel and see each and every one of those stars."
Now, obviously, I have a more realistic view on life. I don't really plan on visiting every star in the galaxy. . .because that seems like it could be difficult, and somewhat tiresome.
I do, however, hold myself to the promise that I'd travel. At this point in life, I can't go anywhere. I have duties and studies here on Alderaan (hooray for responsibility). Therefore, I can't just joyride around the galaxy.
But that's the problem! I've been increasingly restless lately, and I'm not sure if there's a cure for such a thing! Ugh. And there isn't a single thing I can do about the situation, either.
Well, it's getting around to the time I need to get out of bed. I don't really WANT to, but I also don't want someone to barge in here and demand that I get out (again — lack of privacy). So I guess this is goodbye for now, journal. Wish me luck. I'm going to need it.
-Leia
With that, Leia shut her journal with a discouraged groan. The princess reluctantly rolled out of bed and planted her feet firmly on the floor.
"Back to the grind," she complained aloud. Getting dressed in something semi-presentable, Leia mentally prepared herself for the day that waited ahead of her. Finally, she swung open her door, walked purposefully down the hall, and started down the stairs.
