A/N: Ok, I'll admit I had a little trouble with this chapter. After making a peace treaty with Jessica after firing her, the problem became how to get the story to Savannah if she rarely comes to church and doesn't have an email address. So I figured I'd snail mail it to her.

Well, the problem is that I haven't used snail mail for at least 7 years. And the first time I sent the story to her, it got lost in the mail because I wrote down the wrong ZIP code. But I managed to get the story to her and get her chapter from her in church today. Took 3 weeks, but I managed it! (Smiles sheepishly)

Back in July, our youth group went to a Presbyterian Conference at Presbyterian College in South Carolina. Savannah and I were roommates for the conference and would stay up until obnoxious hours of the night just talking. One night we did a role-play with 9-year-old Anakin and Obi Wan during meditation time at the Jedi Temple. Long story short, this chapter was basically part of the role-play. Hope you guys like it!

Thank you padmedelacour, yodudes5, dragoneyes171986, Elenor Smith, Jedi Knight 13, Sica Meni, rockyrelay, and kanon com for reviewing, and thank you everybody for your patience!

MTFBWY!

Master Evenstar

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Newcomer Savannah's Chapter

Dear Diary,

The Thing was SO annoying today! I tried to quiet him down by making him meditate (that's one of the tactics we discussed at the Dealing with Troublesome Padawons seminar). Meditation usually calms me down and lets me become one with the Force. However, the Thing wouldn't or couldn't stay still for more than 30 seconds, which has to be a new record for him. Here's what happened:

I had just settled and was about to fall into the Force when I here the unmistakable shrill voice of my, ahem, adorable padawon.

"Benjie! There's a dot on the ceiling!"

"There are many dot on the ceiling," I replied, annoyed. "Now meditate."

"Can the dots talk to you?" he asked

"What!"

"Well, can they?" he pestered.

"No, they are inanimate objects without Force-presence. Now MEDITATE," I told him through gritted teeth. I was getting more annoyed by the second.

"They talk to me," he boasted.

"What?" I said confused. "Why?"

"I'm nice to the dots," he explained.

I grabbed the stick I had found outside this morning. I'm not sorry to say that I really enjoyed what happened next. WHACK! The stick made contact with the side of the Thing's head.

"OUCH!" he cried. "What was that for!"

"For being annoying and not meditating," I explained with some satisfaction.

"I'm telling Yoda!" he whined, the same way most kids whine "I'm gonna tell Mom!"

"For your information, Jedi have permission to discipline their padawons in any way they see fit," I replied with a sneer.

He merely stuck his tongue out at me and when into (for the first time all afternoon) quiet meditation. I smiled. Maybe I can (literally) knock some discipline into him, I thought. But I thought wrong.

Before I could say or do anything, the Thing levitated the stick with the Force and started whacking me with it! I didn't even know he could levitate yet! I hate my life.

Obi Wan