A few years had passed now and Luke and Leia were 13 years old. They were both training to be Siths but Leia was also learning how to be a good politician who could come up with good back up for what she believed in. This morning was starting very peacefully.
"LUKE ! GIVE ME BACK MY JOURNAL! NOW!" Leia yelled.
Well the morning had been peaceful. Padme and Anakin/Vader jolted awake, got dressed and were in the children's bedroom in a jiff. Well it was more like a lounge. The room had been a shared bedroom when the children first came here but they needed separate rooms now. Luke was smirking on the left side of the room holding the journal in his left hand. He had put a force block around it so Leia could not grab it by the force. Leia was on the other side of the room holding a desk and a chair up in the air with the force ready to throw it at her brother.
"Leia put down the desk and chair and Luke give me the journal. NOW!" Anakin said.
As soon as they saw their parents the diary was in Anakin's hand and all the furniture back in their rightful positions and places. Luke went to sit down at one of the desks to work on his tie fighter model, and Leia went to draw and or invent whatever it was she "invented" when she took all the bottle caps from the house and stashed them in her room.
Anakin opened the journal because what was so secret about an English class journal. However; there was no class work in there. Instead it was filled with stories upon stories. Anakin skimmed through a few.
"Padme could you take Luke down to breakfast I want to talk to Leia." Anakin said. Padme nodded and led Luke downstairs to the kitchen. (Their slave chips allowed them to go more places now since Anakin could trust them more.)
"Leia these stories are really good ." Anakin said to his daughter as she turned to face her father with a look of shock on her face.
"Why are you shocked? You're a good writer your teachers always say so." Anakin continued.
"You really think so?" Leia said.
"I really do and it is not the I am entitled to say so because I am your father."
"Well maybe I could read one to the officers kids when they come for the annual meeting this month."
"Why don't you do that. We do not need another stink bomb in the conference room."
"Um Dad? That was me and Luke." With that Leia sped out of the room and down the stairs before her father could blow a gasket. Anakin shook his head and headed down stairs for breakfast. Maybe this day would turn out normal with no more yelling or throwing matches.
