darth chunky: Oh, it was funny I suppose. When you are the author of a story, and you write something funny, you crack up laughing when writing it but since you made it up, after a while, you know it's funny, but you don't really laugh at it anymore...do you get what I'm saying? If not, that's okay...

padmeamidala1202: Unique! I love that word!

Malinga: Nice song! It is random, so therefore, I like it!

Cowgirl4Christ: Oh, he most definitely will do something. YESSSSS...ha. I'm having too much fun tormenting him, I think...though if you want to see me REALLY torment him, go read Diary of a Dark Lord. I'm so mean to him in that story...

shieldmaidenofeorlingas: Yes, poor Darth Vader. Being tormented by me through my character Allie, who is REALLY annoying, but, oh so fun to work with.

Chapter 5

The next morning I decided to put my plan into action, as I had finally perfected it-at least, I assumed it was perfect. It was one of those very drastic plans, though not so drastic as killing myself(I had almost begun to consider that one) but drastic nonetheless, and a plan which I thought would be very difficult for me to act out. And I suppose I was right, in a way...

Allie had woken me up by singing some disgusting sappy love song that I think I remember Padme singing to me once. Gag me! Allie does not have a pretty singing voice, either. It is shrill and off-key. But, anyway, after she sang to me, and said that Padme had told her to sing that, she began tormenting me with one of those lists again. I'm not sure which one it was, as I wasn't paying too much attention. In fact, I wasn'tpaying any attention at all,I was just reciting my words-my script, if you will-in my head, trying to get every emphasis and inflection correct.

She had been talking for a long time, and we were walking somewhere, and then I stopped. I sighed-one of those very big sighs, full of regret and guilt-and said, in an excellent tone, "You're right, Allie."

She looked up at me in surprise. "What?" The girl asked, obviously rather confused.

"You're right. I'm a terrible person. I've done so many bad things...and...I don't know if I can change! Will you help me? Please?" I had acted this out so well, though all those words had been very hard to force out of my mouth. It had, however, been better, because it had sounded like I was getting choked up with emotion.

"Well, Anakin," Allie said, patting my arm like an old ladywould, "I'm so glad that you've decided to say that. I don't really believe it, though maybe I am affecting you somewhat. But this," she said, waving the paper in the air. "Is the lunch menu for the next month. I was just reading it to you so that you can approve it." She smiled up at me, and I struggled to stifle a groan.

Not only could she see through my little charade, she hadn't been reading the list of my worst traits! Today, of all days, she chose to read the lunch menu! And I, who had worked so hard to get my little act right, came out with nothing. Zip. Nada. Nil. The big goose egg. NOTHING!

I was furious, obviously, but I tried not to show it. But apparently, Allie can see my face through my mask, because she patted my arm again in a somewhat sympathetic way, and said, "It is always better to tell the truth to your conscience, you know. I can tell when you are lying, in case you didn't know that. Remember, Anakin, I am here to turn you back to the way you were!" The last three words she emphasized by poking my arm with each syllable.

I pulled away from her grip and let my groan slip out. Wasn't there any way to be rid of her? Was I to be cursed by living like this for the rest of my life?

"But, Anakin," Allie said, pulling out a few pieces of paper from her purse, "Since you seem so keen to change so that I'll go away, we'll just read this list." She commenced reading the papers, which were, as I had suspected, the dreaded list of my bad traits. Suddenly, I had a thought.

"Wait a minute. Didn't you say there was a list of my good traits somewhere?" That list, surely, would be much better to hear than this one!

"Oh, do you want to be reminded? Well, then, we'll read that list." The papers in her hand magically turned into another list, a talent of Allie's which I had not yet seen. Apparently a conscience can do those kind of things...

"Anakin Skywalker's Good Traits. Number one, he can build excellent sand castles. Number two, he is somewhat kind to the elderly. Number three, he can be very sensitive..." Here she stopped and looked up at me with a ridiculous expression on her face. "Really, Anakin? Sensitive? I'll have to stick around long enough to see that one...Number four, he can eat really fast...I'm not so sure that is a good trait, Anakin. It's bad for the digestive system."

I groaned again, wondering if she would care at all if I started beating my head against the wall. I decided to try it. My helmet made rather a loud noise, but nothing could drown out her voice, which just seemed to rise higher and higher with each word, with each syllable she uttered, so the noise grew. I was just beginning to wonder how long it would take me to become unconscious when I noticed she had stopped.

I turned to look at her, but she was a blurry figure, and before I could comprehend what she was saying, my mind fell into darkness. My last thought before I fell to the ground, unconscious, was, I'm going to be rid of her for a while at least!