I didn't want to talk to anyone for the rest of that entire day. And what for? No one could give me any decent answers and since my mood had plummeted to hell and beyond, I had no need to converse.

Master Skywalker made sure I received my own private quarters. Thankfully I was finished with all the exams and what not. So my quarters, or better yet my closet, suited me just fine. It was small, although I think that small is a grand understatement. It had space for a bed, a nightstand and a tiny little dresser that could hold up to three shirts and a pair of shoes!

Wow.

I'm not complaining, though. At least I could sit back and enjoy privacy for a little while.

I was happy to have a window, though. I could watch the city from here, this huge, magnificent city. Something out of a dream, I swear. Unbelievably huge, completely chaotic, extremely colorful, devastatingly loud and by God – smelly.

You'd think that a people with technology such as this would find a way to get rid of typical city stink.

While I watched hundreds of flying vehicles pass by overhead in straight lines, I wondered what flying would be like. Back home driving on the road? Suicidal. Riding your bike on the road? Death wish. Would flying a ship be certain death then?

Depending on how long I was going to be stuck in this unforgettable new place, I might actually have the chance to try it out.

I turned away from the window and sat down on the bed, finding myself bored out of my mind. I knew that if I stayed in my closet for too long, I'd start to think of home and that would just get me into an awful mood.

I did ask myself if someone already missed me. I bet my phone was ringing off the hook. Wouldn't an answering machine message be cool, stating that I was transported onto an alien planet?

Sorry, can't come to the phone right now. I'm busy finding my way through tons of aliens! Talk to you later.

But seriously, if I ever did manage to get back home, no one would ever believe my tale. How depressing. I'd be stuck with these awesome memories and I wouldn't be able to share them. Well, not being able is relative, I think.

They'd stick me into a nuthouse if I ever did.

Of course, I could write a book about all this and be the next big thing next to Stephenie Meyer. Only I would have the hot Jedi instead of twinkling, glittering Vampires.

Way better.

I stopped my line of thought right then and there and sighed. I was getting bored so I decided to do what I always do when I get bored: get myself into trouble.

Mind, I never do this on purpose. I swear to all Gods up in heaven, I don't. But I usually end up in some stupid, sticky situation that isn't even my fault.

I left my quarters/closet to find a damned guard posted outside.

It. Irked. Me.

Of course, he claimed to be my guide and bla bla but I'm not that stupid. Obviously and understandably, these people don't trust humans from another dimension or space time or whatever the hell that science woman had been talking about.

Heck, I wouldn't trust me either.

Lock me in a room with a console and thousands of buttons, I will press the one and only button to destroy the planet – I guarantee it.

That's me.

Bad luck on two legs.

Anyway, I exit my quarters and there stands this young man dressed in Jedi robes. Again, I had to wonder about the Jedi. I had absolutely no clue about these people, which gave me an idea.

"Can you take me to a library?"

I'm guessing the kid was about five years younger than myself. He was tall and skinny – I had this urge to force feed him chocolate. He wasn't an imposing figure at all and if not for this Force stuff these guys could pull off, I was certain I could've run him over.

He looked so fragile!

"A library?" He asked with raised brows.

I merely blinked and heaved a sigh. "Please tell me you guys have libraries."

"As in real books?"

"What the hell else do you find in a library?"

He blushed a little.

How cute.

"I..uh…I can take you to the public archives, if you like."

I inclined my head to the side. "That's just another word for library, isn't it?"

The Jedi kid shrugged. "Guess so."

"Can I read about Jedi in these public archives?"

His eyes lit up suddenly and he was all perky sunshine again. "Of course."

"Well then, lead the way."

The Jedi boys' name was Valin. At first, he didn't talk much at all but after a while he answered all my questions to the best of his knowledge.

"So, how's flying?"

He gave me a quizzical look. He did that a lot. I'm guessing my questions sounded rather odd to him.

"Flying?"

I nodded. "Yeah. In one of those flying vehicles. Ships. We don't have ships back home. Well, only on the water but they don't fly. Obviously."

Valin shrugged. "I guess you'll just have to try it."

I wrinkled my nose. "I'd wreck it and most likely kill someone in the process. Trust me. So let's not try it unless my life depends on it."

Valin showed me a part of the Jedi Temple that was breathtaking. And what did I expect? This was all high and mighty territory, leaking elegance and power. I think it was built this way too ward off enemies, too. If I'd come here wanting to kick these Jedi peeps in the butt, I'd think twice about doing just that.

We passed an area that held a magnificent garden complex. It was completely encased by glass, the entrance a huge set of double doors. There was a group of little kids sitting in a circle underneath an enormous tree with dark purple leaves. This was a Kodak moment, I swear.

Which reminded me that someone still had my bag with all my stuff, including my camera. I could have taken pictures to bring back home! Like souvenirs. Then people might actually believe me.

Picture me snorting.

Anyway, the kids – all dressed in the same dark brown robes – were listening to one of the older Jedi, who stood with his back to us, gesticulating with his hands.

"These are the first years." Valin explained. "It's a self defense class."

"They're sitting on the ground." I frowned at him. "Not much of self defense while sitting on the ground."

Valin laughed. "The first few classes involve theoretical talk. Then the fun part starts."

"So who's the teacher?"

The older Jedi turned back towards the kids at that moment and I groaned. So Master Durron actually taught classes, did he?

I waved my question away. "Never mind."

"You've met Master Durron?"

I made a face and I was surprised that Valin actually laughed. "Lead the way, Master Valin. I'm eager to learn more about you Jedi types."