Chapter 4: Trouble in Intergalactic History Class

RING! RING! RING!

"Five more minutes Artoo," I mumbled groggily in my sleep not appreciating the sound of my lovely alarm waking me up at this ungodly hour along with Artoo screaming like some dying bantha.

"Boop beep boop beep beep beep!"

"Force! Artoo shut up!" I retorted and then ungracefully falling off the bed to land flat on my face along with everything on my night table falling on me as well.

And as if I wasn't ready to explode from my ungodly wake up call the Mother Confessor had to walk in and chirp in her stupid high voice, "Padme, goodness girl wake up! It's a lovely morning for some meditation and then katana practice and some more meditation and then…"

Geez, were all masters this annoying! I mean shut up woman! My brain wasn't fully functioning that morning as of yet and then I had to have Artoo to wake me up and then the Mother Confessor who happens to be a very chirpy and dandy morning person. Peachy, just peachy. Couldn't she just let me sleep in for once?

"Mother Confessor, can't I just sleep in for once in my oh-so-exciting life?"

The Mother Confessor just looked at me like a grew another head and transformed into a shaak and explained sweetly as if she was talking to a child, "Padme dear know you know that the earlier we rise then the faster the exercises can be completed and then we can do other fun stuff. Plus it's only 0500."

Was she on crack? Honestly now I think the Mother Confessor was on crack.

I replied hotly, "Only 0500. ONLY 0500! Mother Confessor what part of 0500 do you not understand! Normal people like me value my sleep and waking up at this ungodly hour is quite disturbing in case you didn't know! And what do you mean "fun stuff"! We never do anything fun besides meditate, doing exercises, and some more meditation! I mean are you on crack!" Man was I pissed.

"Well, my very young apprentice, you need to get up right now or you will be facing an additional two hours of meditation," the Mother Confessor spat out, her face turning a couple shades of red. Uh-oh I think I'm in trouble…

"So class do you know the exact location of the Sith holocrons that the great Jedi Knight Sibo Karel discovered almost 12,000 years ago?" My teacher Master Olin droned on in his boring monotone voice.

"Ah lets see who'll be my victim today." Immediately all the other Padawans and Caharins put their datapads to cover their faces and apparently I was totally oblivious when this happened.

"Ah, Caharin Jinn, why don't you tell us?" Master Olin snickered taking pleasure out of my burning face. Oh mother bear, mother bear I'm screwed I don't know.

"Umm, ah, see they…came from…you know that big planet…with that thing on it…umm…you know…" I managed to say stupidly while I was twirling one of my brown curls around my finger as I did that when I was nervous. Great Padme now you've officially joined the Stupid Club.

Master Olin clucked his tongue, "Yes, I know Caharin Jinn, but do you know or perhaps you didn't do the homework that was assigned that would tell you that, eh? Perhaps the Mother Confessor would like an update on your progress."

My face burned red knowing full well that it didn't do my homework and knowing that I was in some deep crap now. Crap, crap, crap the Mother Confessor was going to kill me. I'll never hear the end of it. I can see it now a three-hour long lecture on doing homework, which I always do, but last night I was really, really tired and didn't feel like doing it. Why was Master Olin always picking on me? He's a bum that punk…

"Well anyone else care to answer since Caharin Jinn didn't do the assignment? Ah yes Caharin Amnell, please do enlighten us."

"The Sith holocrons were found on Korriban, Master." Lana recited evenly.

"Excellent, Caharin Amnell that's exactly right."

I groaned and mentally slapped myself upside the head. I mean everyone was supposed to know that Korriban was the big and bad Sith hideout. Obviously I never got that memo oops. Well, at least Lana saved my butt from any more utter humiliation.

RING! RING!

"Well, class that's it for today. Next class you'll have a test on what we covered today. Caharin Jinn I want to see you." Master Olin shouted at us and more particularly at me.

Master Olin beckoned me forward saying, "Caharin Jinn I'm quite disappointed that you didn't complete the assignment."

"I'm sorry Master, really. You know I always do my homework, but last night I had an extreme exercise regiment with the Mother Confessor and was…"

"I don't want to hear any of your excuses Caharin! The fact of the matter is that you didn't do the assignment so you will receive an F for the day. Good day Caharin Jinn," he said as if it was something he did everyday. Oh wait yeah he already does that, my bad.

"But Master Olin, I always do the assignments and I need this to save my grade! You can't give me an F for not doing my homework once!" I countered feeling quite ready to duel him with I don't know what since I didn't even know how to use a lightsaber let alone possess one. The odds were against me. Scratch that life was against. Crap double crap.

"Well, Caharin Jinn you should've thought of that when you started to relax last night. I also suggest you show respect to your elders or there will be consequences," he replied back warningly.

"I don't think this is fair Master and don't worry I know who to show respect to and I think if you want it then show some to me," I replied to him evenly dangerous.

Master Olin was turning beet red replying, "Why you little…"

Just then the Mother Confessor walked in to save me, and it was times like this I loved her bad timing which was good right about now.

"Master Olin I think I can handle it from here," she replied authoritatively letting him know where he was on the food chain.

"Mother Confessor I was just reprimanding your insolent Caharin…"

"I think I can handle that myself just fine Master Olin. As far as I know I'm the one training a Caharin unlike yourself who hasn't had a Padawan at all."

Master Olin at that point looked like he was going to blow and man wouldn't I love to see that! Go Mother Confessor, she's the woman! He quickly left the classroom for fear that he might take out his lightsaber and chop me to pieces. I decided now that was a good time to run away out the classroom.

"Hold it right there Caharin Padme Amidala Jinn!" The Mother Confessor retorted and I knew that I was in trouble when she used my full name like that.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Well, I was…trying to…you know…uh…umm," I mumbled once again for the second time that day. Oh crap, I was in for it now.

"Padme how many times must I tell you to not argue with Master Olin. He's your teacher in this course and you will listen and respect him."

"Yeah well all that would be dandy if he didn't hate me," I countered hotly.

"It is unbecoming for a Jedi or Confessor to hate so get that notion out of your head," she said dangerously.

"Go to your next class and we will finish this discussion when we return to our quarters."

With that and she left and I was left in my stupid Intergalatic History class wondering if the Mother Confessor was going to lecture me for an additional ten hours on respect and all that other bantha fodder. Oh well, looks I better enjoy what freedom I have left. I have a bad feeling about this…