"I'm sorry Miss. Ions, but your father and sister already left. They said they couldn't wait due to important business."
Sareen bit her lip. Important business her ass. They probably went out to celebrate a job well done at some fancy restaurant like always, and like always she was left behind.
She forced a smile and practically sang, "That's ok. I'm sure whatever it was must have been very important."
She was about ready to punch something, pretty much anything would work, especially the annoying, suck up officer's face. As the officer turned, saying a bunch of words she had no interest in hearing, she grabbed her stomach, the thought of more violence making her want to retch.
Within fifteen minutes she was on a ship back home. She used the silence to think. She needed a plan, because she had no doubt she would be recognized, especially by that weird cloaked guy. He had definitely gotten a good enough glance at her face. If her father found out she had lost control of her powers again, she would be shipped off to the Academy so fast her head would spin. That didn't even include that fact she had- No, she couldn't think about it. She closed her eyes and massaged her temples. Taking in three deep breaths she attempted to recite the Jedi Code, one of the few practices she remembered.
Jedi are the guardians of peace in the galaxy.
Jedi… don't attack.
Jedi respect all life… something.
Jedi… train and learn?
She sighed letting her head fall against the cushy back of her seat. Staring at the ceiling, she tried to remember the day she had learned the code. A rainbow of blues, her mother's flowy silver dress and warm smile, and the outline of the cave she always played in were all she could remember.
She mentally groaned. It was beyond useless, and the only way she could get a teacher was- She quickly sat up. She had enough to deal with without thinking about that. Though maybe she should, because of if her father found out, she only had two choices, the Imperial Academy, or… the Sith. But she had made a promise, and there was no way she would break it.
Finally off the ship after a two hour ride, she had the urge to kiss the sandless, beautiful blue grassy ground. She waved goodbye to the ship as it departed and began walking up the path leading to her mansion of a "home." She stared at the eighteen foot tall trees, their dark blue leaves fluttering as their silver trunks swayed in the breeze. She would much rather live in the forest like her ancestors had, but no, she was part human and had to act like it. She directed her attention to the bright blue bushes lining the path. As her fingertips grazed the leaves, the flower buds happily bloomed in hello. A small smile crossed her face, helping her forget her problems for the moment. The white star shaped flowers let out a sweet smell, somewhere between the human grown honeysuckles and jasmine. As her finger's left the bush, the flowers closed, but the scent still surrounded her, clinging to her skin, bringing back memories of her mother's smile.
Collapsing on the longest sofa, in the living room of the large, open, sterile white room, she decided that if she never had to move again, she would be content. She wasn't made for desert planets, and the exhaustion and dehydration was finally setting in. She knew she should go absorb water, but she could barely move. As sleep began to overtake her however, a blinking red light across the room caught her attention, and she knew she had to answer it. She sluggishly climbed over to the edge of the couch, pressing a button on the projector.
An image flashed up, her sister. Her tanned skin, round face, dark wavy hair, and chocolate eyes matched their father perfectly. Sareen sighed, twisting the ends of her hair, wishing she looked more human. Frowning, she pressed the hologram, then walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"Hey silverskin," Her sister's irritating, smug, high pitched voice filled the room. "We went out to eat. Maybe if you had actually listened for once like a human would, then you could have come with us. Too bad, guess you'll have to find something else to eat."
She turned to her nails, checking them while Sareen closed her eyes, trying to contain the frustration and anger that was bubbling up.
"Dad said you can eat leftovers from last night."
"A jedi, protects peace, and-"
Oh, but I already ate those." She smirked.
"and, doesn't attack- "
"You're a silver skin though,"
She clenched her jaw, speaking through gritted teeth "and respects life."
"I'm sure you'll find something in the forest."
"A jedi," she clenched her fists. "A jedi-"
"I mean, there's plenty of dirt and crap."
It felt like a cold shadow passed through her as Sareen's eyes snapped open, sending the projector and three fourths of the tables contents sailing across the room.
"Anyway-" The projector sputtered, the image faltering until it disappeared altogether.
Sareen glared at the things on the ground. She knew she should pick it up, or worry about the small crack that had formed in the massive window covering the wall, but each item made her increasingly disgusted, increasingly enraged.
She let them sit there, needing space, needing time to think. She trudged up to her room, collapsing on her bed. A sudden tidal wave of exhaustion and sadness crashed over her, and soon she fell into the darkness of sleep.