A/N: Ok, I know that I promised I'd post me chapter a few days after Savannah's, but I lied. I know, I know. Go ahead and get the name calling over with. Call me a "Lying Liar Who Lies" if you must. I probably deserve it for being lazy. Because, frankly, for the past few weeks, I can't even use "too much homework" as an excuse.
So anywho (since we've gotten past the nicknames and catcalls), it's (finally) time for today's chapter! What inspired this chapter happened a couple of months ago. I dared my friend Keri to watch Revenge of the Sith all the way through without skipping any scenes. She accepted that challenge, but only if I did the same for The Notebook.
Well, I watched it, and I have to say (sorry Notebook fans and Keri) it sucked. It was too slow for me, like when I had to read Anne of Green Gables for my school's Summer Reading program. The most violence I saw was when the ducks were fighting over the bread crumbs when Allie and Noah were feeding them. I'm sorry, but I can't say I'm into that genre of movies.
So anyway, I wrote the Thing's reaction to the movie after my own (I can't sit trough a movie without talking back to the screen. It annoys the heck out of whoever's watching with me!). Hope you enjoy!
Thank you Eleanor Smith, rockyrelay, and 00mrdragon00 for your reviews!
Master Evenstar
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My Chapter (Yay!)
Dear Diary,
Last night, I felt kinda bad about hitting the Thing with that stick. I even heard that on a small system in the Outer Rim called Earth, they have Jedi called Social Workers that will arrest you if you do things to kids like hit them with sticks! Thank the Force I was born and raised on Coruscaunt!
So, anyway, I was feeling bad, so I decided to make it up to the Thing by having Movie Night. I went to the movie rental store and rented The Notebook on DVD. I've seen that movie a few times before and it always makes me cry at the end! So, I thought the Thing might enjoy it (the movie, not me crying. Though he might enjoy that, little creep!). I thought wrong.
30 minutes into the movie, he started moaning that he was bored and asking things like "When's someone gonna hit somebody?" or "Why are her parents so snotty about Noah?" I started mentally kicking myself for leaving the stick at the Jedi Temple.
Finally, we got to the part where Noah takes Allie out in his boat and there are swarms of ducks all over the place. I've always thought that ducks were peaceful, but apparently the Creature has other thoughts.
"Look Benjie! Those ducks are fighting over the breadcrumbs!" he squealed. "Finally, some violence!"
"Can't you just watch the movie in silence for a FEW minutes!" I asked, agitated.
He fell silent for a few scenes. Then, just as I was starting to get into the movie, he asked, "Benjie. Are Jedi allowed to get tattoos?"
"No," I said. "It's against the code. Now watch the movie."
"Then why do YOU have one?" he asked, pointing at my arm.
It was only then that I realized I was wearing a sleeveless shirt. And right where he was pointing was the tattoo I got 5 years ago. The one that says "Anne Marie" in a little heart.
I covered it up with my hand. "Oh, t-that old thing?" I stammered. "I-it, it's nothing. Let's finish the movie."
But the little blonde monster wouldn't drop the subject. "Who's Anne Marie?" he pestered.
"Wh-what are you talking about. I- I don't know an Anne Marie," I said, crossing my fingers behind my back.
"Then why do you have that name tattooed on your arm in a little heart?" he asked smugly. I felt myself turn brick red, but that didn't stop him. He started singing at the top of his lungs, "BENJIE'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND! BENJIE'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!"
I reached into the Force and summoned the stick from the Jedi Temple and whacked him a couple of times. That shut him up! But when I turned back to the screen, it was playing the end credits! We had argued through the rest of the movie! Stupid little creature.
Oh, Anne Marie! I miss you so much! I think about you ever time I look at my right arm. I wish you were here instead of that little blond monster that wants to get "Padme" in a little heart tattooed on his arm. I hate my life.
Obi Wan Kenobi