A/N: Hey, guys! Thanks for the reviews. I'm updating one last time before I go to school today. I'm going to be a freshman. (Oh isn't that exciting?) Wish me luck. And pray for me if you would. I'll admit, I'm sorta nervous. This is my first time going to a public school. I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Chapter One

The unbearable finally caused Luke to look up in search of a store or restaurant where he could find something to eat. He was starving. He hadn't eaten anything for so long. Back at his latest foster home, they hadn't bothered to feed him and he had been too afraid to go into the kitchen in search of food himself, because the lady or her brother might have beat him up or something, and he'd already had far too much of that.

For some reason, he couldn't find any places where he could possibly find food. Luke feared that if he didn't get food soon, he would collapse on the sidewalk and die. That was how hungry he was.

Okay, so there were no food stores or restaurants. Next place to look would be someone's home. Luke had never stolen before, and he was quite afraid to now. But suddenly a new wave of starvation overcame him and overcame is conscience. He needed food fast.

He began to walk a little faster in search of a house or something. Some place that would have a kitchen. Up ahead, he saw a few apartment buildings. He decided to try there.

He had unknowingly come to the higher places in Coruscaunt where the rich people and senators lived. He could even see the very top of the Emperor's palace far off in the distance.

Luke came to the entrance of the first apartment building and looked up. The higher apartments had small, private landing pads where the owners could park their speeders. That was the only way to enter one of the apartments. If he tried to go in through the doors inside the building, he knew that they would be locked and he wouldn't be able to get inside.

Luke went to the side of the building and began climbing up the side, holding on to the decorative carvings. He had to climb a few floors up before he came to the landing pads. He glanced down to see how high up he was… and nearly lost his balance at the sight of the distance he would fall if he accidentally lost his footing.

Luke took in a few deep breaths and let them out slowly. It would be a painful death if he fell…

After taking a few moments to build up his courage, he continued. When he finally came to the first landing pad, he carefully pulled his right hand away from the side of the building and reached out for the floor of the landing pad. After getting a good grasp on it, he let go with his left hand, and pulled his feet away from the side. There, he dangled in the air for a few frightening seconds.

As quickly as he could, he swung his body up and used what muscles he had to bring his body up on the edge of the landing platform. He lay there for a while, breathing hard. When he recovered, he stood up cautiously, making sure that no one was home before he advanced into the house.

He was amazed at the size of the apartment. It turned out having two stories; there were spacious stairs leading up to the second floor of the apartment. But Luke wasn't concerned about that. All he wanted was to find food. He went to the right and to the back of the apartment where he guessed the kitchen would be. Luke had lived in so many homes; he knew the general arrangement of things.

Once inside the kitchen, Luke attacked the freezer unit where all the food was. He smiled for the first time in he didn't know how long, and began eating anything he saw. Luke was so hungry that he didn't care what he ate; everything tasted good to him.

The sudden noise of a speeder being landed on the landing pad outside caused Luke to freeze on the spot. When he heard the sound of the speeder doors being opened, and the voices, he panicked and looked around for a place to hide.

Luke dropped the food he had been holding, ran to the back of the kitchen and hid in the only place there was to hide: under the kitchen table.

His breathing sounded loud to him and he tried to breathe softer so they wouldn't hear him.

The voices got louder as the owners of the apartment came closer. Luke cringed when he saw the mess he had made on the floor of the kitchen. They would surely know that someone had been there.

For a second, Luke hoped that they wouldn't come into the kitchen, but that hope was short lived. The people: a man and woman, most probably married, came into the kitchen and stopped when they saw the mess Luke had made.

"Japhonan, you didn't by any chance make this mess, did you?" the woman said. She had blondish, orange hair and hazel eyes. Her dress was white with brown and gold embroideries. Even Luke could tell that she was an important lady. Most likely, she was a senator.

Her husband, Japhonan, had a serious expression on his face. "I know I didn't." Japhonan had slick, black hair in contrast to his wife's lighter shaded hair. He wore navy blue pants, a lighter blue shirt and a dark blue cape made out of satin. He looked like a senator too.

Luke watched as the man and lady looked cautiously around the room. Luke squeezed his eyes shut and prayed desperately that they wouldn't see him.

"Japhonan, look!"

Luke opened his eyes just in time to see the man move aside one of the chairs and grab Luke by the shirt and pull him out from under the table. Luke kicked him and pushed his elbow into the man's stomach but he didn't let go. He pulled Luke out of the kitchen into the living room.

When Luke saw the landing pad that the living room came out onto, he tried even harder to get away so that he could possibly get to the landing pad and find some way of escape. But instead the man pulled him to a closet and threw him in. Luke tried to get up, but wasn't fast enough. The closet door was closed and when he tried to open it, he found that it was locked.

…

Japhonan turned to his wife. "Lizzian, call the authorities."

"Right away."

Japhonan heard the boy pounding against the closet door in an attempt to break it open. It would be useless. The boy was so small; he had now way of getting out.

"No!" he heard the muffled sound of the boy's voice from inside the closet as he figured out that he couldn't break it open.

Japhonan walked away from the closet to find Lizzian. He felt sorry for the boy.

…

Luke kicked the door one last time for good measure, then sat down at the back of the small closet. It was dark and there were no lights to turn on. A small whimper escaped his lips as he hugged his knees to his chest. He didn't know what was going to happen. He would probably be sent back to the Foster Homing Facility. Or maybe prison for breaking into someone else's house.

Luke sighed sadly. His life was so worthless. Why couldn't he just die? Then at least he wouldn't be a bother to people. Luke buried his head in his arms and cried.

A/N: Aww… so sad. Poor little Lukie. PLEASE review you guys!