Wow! I was so shocked to open my inbox after a very long day to see how many reviews I go today. (After going to the museum, watering my dad's lawn and washing his car [for which I make my humble living, but hey, what more can a 15 year old ask for] and cooking dnner that as I desided I wanted to workok my book a little, I desided to check my inbox, not expecting much, I was estactic for the three or four reviews I had already ecieved, and to find five more! WOW! and such ecouraging ones! Thankyu! But I do have a few to adress that weren't repliable to:

Fire Fryday (I could reply to you but I literally just read this and I'm putting it with a few others): My favorite was... darn, I'm spacing, man it's late out (I'm writing this at night and posting for when I wake up in the morning, I'm leaving early again, and I can't have a repeat of last week :P ) Margirite by Guy Rose. He is actually the first, or one of the first, artis born and raised in L.A. to become internationally famous. Two things struck me as interesting, one, I live in the L.A. area, so it impressed me, and two, the woman was wearing a kimono ad I am interested in Japanese culture. They has a Chinese Art exhibit with silk garments, old potery and many sculptures there. It was really amazing.

Xana omega: I'm curious if you're also a Code Lyoko fan. (though, it wouldn't be hard to miss that I was a fan, I have a fanfic on the archive...)

Black Rose: When you called me Ma'am, especially with I'm only 15, I didn't know if I was amused or what, but I was half tempted to do that annoying cliche thing where you're offended someone called you "Ma'am" I got a good laugh though

Mo Angel (again, lumping in those I could actually reply to over PM): I really love foreshadowing and flashback, best in the world, though I didn't learn how to properly use them without a LOT of practice. You have know idea how many fics I've never posted or gotten further than a few flimsy chapters with good build up but know delivery. :(

angie: next chapter... maybe the one after that, I write it all on one document to save te headache of accidently misplacing files my mom and sister saved. So, where I star and stop is always defined in my head but not always layed out that way in the end. Usually because I hate posting short stuff...

Okay, ow that I've written more in the authors note that the actual story (which I actually try to avoid) on with the story

The sun rose amongst the horizon, dosing the city world in its golden glow. Light reflected off the shiny and perfect paintjobs of the speeders, bounced off the windows of high rising buildings and smiled down on the beings that walked the streets of Coruscant. Flowing into the windows of the 500 Republica Apartments, Padmé opened her eyes to the bright room. Rolling over, she expected to see her husband sleeping just beside her, but instead the other side of the bed was empty. Worse yet, it was cool, not a trace of warmth. She got up and wrapped a long, flowing robe around herself and walked out to the kitchen where Anakin was cooking breakfast while the twins played in the playpen.

"Another nightmare?" she asked.

"It's no big deal, I'm used to it" he assured her with a big lopsided smile. She walked over to him and kissed him before she looked down at breakfast. Over the past month or two, Anakin had gotten good at cooking, all thanks to Dormé; Padmé herself was an awful cook.

Anakin watched as she walked back to her bedroom to get dressed and began serving himself.

Naboo was beautiful in the spring, the trees blossomed and the snow melted, rivers flowing down from the mountains. Anakin smiled as he walked down the path to the sandy shore only a three minute walk away. Birds began to sing and Anakin thought of the day they were married. It was almost four years since then.

"What's on your mind?" Padmé asked.

"I'm just thinking of the day we got married. It'll be four years next month" he smiled, squeezing her hand.

"We'll finally be able to celebrate with family this time around" she smiled and admired the soft yellow flowers.

Anakin reached up and plucked one from the trees above, handing it to Padmé. "I love these flowers, so gentle and lovely, they remind me of you"

Padmé smiled and the two walked onto the soft sand.

"Anakin… Anakin" Padmé attempted rousing her sleeping husband, but he was dead to the world when he slept. "I'm making breakfast"

"In that case, I'd rather sleep, you couldn't cook if your life depended on it" Anakin mumbled into the pillow. Padmé rolled her eyes.

"Anakin, we need to go to Theed to get your citizenship papers put through. I mean, you still have to get the book and study for the test. You'll have to get your speeder permits; otherwise you'll never get to fly the speeder. Not to mention you can't get a job without being a citizen" Anakin rolled over and looked up at her.

"What is with all the citizenship crap? Tatooine had nothing like that" His brain was getting overwhelmed with Padmé's list and the groggy feeling from sleep couldn't be doing anything to help.

"The Hutts could care less about laws and order, all you need to survive on Tatooine are some credits and a couple blasters." Anakin couldn't argue with that.

The twins began to cry, it was their feeding time and they knew it. Padmé got off the bed and rushed to her babies. Anakin however rolled off the bed and went to take a shower.

Leia and Luke were eating their mashed carrots quietly, for a change, when Anakin walked in. Helping himself to some eggs and bacon, he sat down and began to eat. Upon seeing Anakin eat, the twins began to devour their food. Padmé burst into hysterics.

"What?" Anakin asked, leaning low over his food.

"They're doing exactly what you do!" Padmé laughed harder as Anakin watched his kids watch him and smile.

"So?" he asked.

"They're wolfing their food down like there won't be a tomorrow" Anakin rolled his eyes.

"Well, maybe there won't be, they cause so much trouble, who knows what they could accomplish in a day?" Padmé looked at her children and noticed the same mischievous glint in their eyes.

"Well, hopefully they'll stick to tormenting 3PO and not the world" As this was said, 3PO had walked into the room, starred at the twins for a moment and left, not wanting the incident from a few short weeks ago to repeat.

Walking through the city, Padmé and Anakin carried their infant children while admiring the small shops.

"Look, Anakin, there's a baby shop just over there!" Anakin looked at the slightly frilly store and rolled his eyes. Though he couldn't deny that the twins needed more clothes—they grew rapidly, after all—he still preferred not to set foot into stores like that. Padmé had the style, she chose the clothes the twins wore every day, Anakin just dressed them.

"Okay, take Leia with you, us men whill go do manly things" Anakin stated proudly. Padmé rolled her eyes and laughed as she crossed the street.

"Meet me back here in an hour Anakin" she said as she crossed.

"Alright little one, just you and me" Anakin said to himself as they continued to walk down the street. Anakin turned into a literature store and drifted towards the children's books.

"Will that be all sir?" the clerk asked. Anakin nodded and looked over at the new releases. Something caught his eye and he went to investigate. Picking up the data-pad, he stared directly into the eyes of Palpatine.

"That is our newest book, be just got a new shipment last week. He was the Senator of Naboo fourteen years ago. Would you like to purchase that?" Anakin could only nod and hand the data-pad to the clerk.

After leaving the store, he sat down on a bench and starred at the data-pad. In moments, Luke squirmed in his arms and set his son on the bench.

Samuel Palpatine led a great, admirable life. Serving as a senator at the age of thirty, he worked hard for the planet for twenty-five years. Elected Chancellor at a time of crisis for this planet, he and the current queen at the time, Queen Amidala, saved this planet from imminent poverty and death, causing a period of peace and prosperity for Naboo. Serving till the end of the Clone Wars, Chancellor Palpatine was assassinated by the infamous Jedi Anakin "Hero with no Fear" Skywalker.

Anakin couldn't read any more and hid the data-pad in the folds of his cloak. He felt sick, his stomach turned with something awful. Looking to his left, he realized Luke wasn't sitting there. Fear and panic spiked and he searched the area frantically. Luke sat in a puddle three feet away, giggling and splashing.

"What will I do with you when you can actually walk?" Anakin asked. Luke gave him an innocent smile and Anakin laughed, walking back to the store in hopes to meet up with Padmé early.

When the lights were out and his angel was asleep, Anakin sat on the very comfortable couch in the common room and began to read.

Know this, I will never die

I will never die

I will haunt you to the very day you die!

Anakin put the book down and tried to calm his breathing. Jamming the data-pad into the desk in his and Padmé's room, he went to bed, hoping for better dreams.

Hey, so it's early morning as I'm posting this, and I realized something last night... I need a blog, does anyone know a really good site to write it on? Anyway, review, I'll try and post a new chapter of my other story, now that the laptop is working again, it's been fritzy for a while. So, question of the day (or chapter, but day sounds to right) : If you had to live with on of the Star Wars characters, who would it be and why. I might make this a challenge and have everyone send me in a little written peice about what it would be like.

I'm stuck between Obi-wan and Anakin. Obi-wan because he has a dry humor that I think might go well with my sarcastic humor. Plus, in most of the fanfics I reamd he's mentioned as a good cook, and occasionally, a bad cook but still. I like to cook, and I rarely get to cook with my mom.

IF I chose Anakin it would be because I truely value a sarcastic, witty humor like his and because he'd eat anything I gave him... though, it might not always be a good thing... (I'll let you comtemplate that :P) The only down side might be the occasional broodiness when he's killed the sandpeople and waking up if he screams from nightmares... though I sleep like the dead... he also would be less likely to be the perky in the morning... hate that... I think I'll right about this...