I know there are quite a few of these stories going around, but it's late and I'm bored. So here you go.

Some of the things in my story are true. Like, for example, I defiantly act that way, and so does Kayla. Settings have been changed for the convenience of my plot, and same with families. Oh, well. Kayla should give me a cookie for writing her into it. Yep.

Ah, and she hasn't read the Legacy of the Force books... which she should. And so should everyone reading this. They are truly amazing.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to a Saint who goes by the name of George Lucas.

Kayla jumped on top of me. "Come onnnn, we gotta go get the new Legacy of the Force book!!"

She had slept over at my house the night before, since her parents were out of town. We were heading to Borders early before it opened so we could be the first ones to pick up the book.

"Ugh," I moaned, trying to get back to sleep.

"Get up! We don't want to let Star Wars down!!" she whined.

I sat up. "Star Wars?"

"Yes! Now get up!" she pushed me off of my bed. I fell hard onto the floor.

"Ow."

Kayla laughed. Now, that wasn't very nice of her. Icky Poo-Face!

Instead, I did as the short blond girl, Kayla, said and got up. We had about... Oh, two hours of sleep. She made sure to set my alarm extra loud.

I stumbled over to my closet and pulled on my Star Wars shirt, perfect for the occasion. Next I put on my skinny jeans and my converse high-tops. Not exactly what I usually wear, but I was too tired to channel my creativity into my clothing. For lack of better words.

When I came out, Kayla was already dressed in jeans and a Star Wars shirt like mine. She was boring and wore these nifty and comfortable tennis shoes that I wanted to steal. Alas, my foot was too large.

So you see, I am not the tallest person ever, but I do have about a half a head on Kayla, who barely reaches five feet. It was something to be proud of.

My Dad was at work already – for it was Monday, and for some, random reason, we had the day off – and my mom and sister were... somewhere. Walking our dog, I think.

So after a lovely poptart and cookie breakfast, Kayla and I mounted our bikes and rode to Borders.

It wasn't a long ride, and took only a few minutes, so were were there exactly a half an hour before the store opened. And we were bored. We could always go back to my or Kayla's house, but what was the point? We were already there.

Kayla ended up re-reading the ending of the last Legacy of the Force book, and I curled up against the building and fell back asleep.

I awoke to Kayla poking me excitedly. A lone car had pulled into the parking lot. The owner got out and went into...

the coffee shop next door.

"I bet you scared her off, you hobo," Kayla accused me.

"I did no such thing. I am no hobo, hobo."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are-" We were so into our... argument, that we almost didn't see one of the employees arrive.

She headed to the door and I gave her a hug. "Hello Brittney! Nice to see you so early this morning!"

"You got yourselves out of bed this early? Wow," then she saw our shirts. "Ah, I see. It just so happens that there are nice, new copies of a certain book, waiting on the rack for you guys."

We jumped excitedly.

Brittney was in her early twenties, maybe ten years older then us (we're fifteen). Practically every knows us at Borders. We are almost always there and I have a notorious reputation for knocking things over. And the both of us have reputations of hiding behind bookshelves reading the unbought books that we could not purchase because of our... erm... lack of income.

It wasn't our fault we combined what little money we had and bought the special edition boxed set of the Complete Star Wars Saga.

She slowly – it was killing us, when she was really only opening the door at normal speed – took out her key and unlocked the door. We waited impatiently for her to go around and get things ready for customers.

FINALLY she let us in and we made a beeline for the science fiction area, though Kayla pulled me back.

"I think you're right," I blabbed. "We need to emotionally prepare ourselves for what devastating events may occur in the next chapter of the Legacy of the Force."

Kayla looked at me like I was retarded. It didn't faze me – I got that look a lot, trust me. "Um, no, Hailey. Although you're probably right. The books are over here."

She dragged me back to the front of the store where the shiny new copies were sitting on the 'new arrivals' rack.

We both stood there, staring at it for the longest time. Then, I slowly reached my hand out for the top copy, when Kayla goes, "WAIT!"

I jerked my hand back, and clutched it with my other hand, holding it protectively. "Whhaaaaaat?" I cried. It was torture to be right in front of the books and having Kayla stop me.

"We need to make a pact. Rule One: No reading until we get back to your house and our preparations – that being food and drinks – are ready."

"Aw. Please. In here right now, the first chapter!!" I begged.

"Fine. But only until there, or else I shall unleash my wrath upon you." I squeaked and nodded furiously.

"Second," she continued, "we must ask the page number of the other person before crying out in angst." I nodded and we both stared at the book again. It was titled 'Fury' and had Jacen Solo (at least I think it was him) on the front cover.

"Eek!" I said, grabbing the top copy. Then I remembered something.
"WAIT!" I said to Kayla. She stopped and I quickly put my copy back. "They put all the crappy ones on the top. Get one form the bottom!"

"Okay, one: that was how all the Pendragon books fell the last time you declared that. And two: your copies always get really beat up anyways, so what's it matter?"

I sighed, then picked up the copy I had held before. "You're right. Ahh... my pretty," I began cooing over the book, and even stroking it's spine. Kayla looked at me like I was retarded and pulled me towards the cash register.

Our parents had given us just enough money to buy a copy each. That was a big accomplishment, since they were under the impression: "You don't have money? Aw, poor baby. Get a job."

We headed for the little cafe-thing in Borders and we each got a drink and sat down and read the first chapter. I closed to book quickly before I was tempted to go on.

Kayla finished shortly after, and we mounted our bikes and rode home. Quickly, I might add.

When we got home, we settled in my living room with lots of junk food and Dr. Pepper. Then we started to read.

Then my mom got home, and decided we were going to Cedar Point, even though half the population would be there. She made us leave our books at home.

Evil, I say! Evil!

When we finally got back, we made a beeline for our books, but my mother decided to be evil again and took them, so we might get some sleep before school tomorrow. To say we were displeased would be an understatement.

In the morning, my mom was taking my little sister to school, and so we got the opportunity to take our books back. After a quick breakfast consisting of some old cereal, we climbed back on our bikes after getting our backpacks. With that, we rode to school.

Once we got there, we stood in front of the band room, like usual, but instead, we were reading. Did I mention I play flute? Kayla plays clarinet.

Our friend Sarah's bus came, and she met up with us in front of the band room as well. Some of our friends joined us as well, but everyone knew not to disturb me while reading. I would bite their head off. Kayla, on the other hand, would just yell at them while continuing to read at the same time.

Some kid who I barely knew noticed what I was reading. "Dude.. when did that book come out?" apperantly he was a Star Wars fan as well.

I ignored him.

He repeated his question to Kayla and she muttered. "Yesterday. Shut Up." to him. If I was paying attention, I would have laughed.

Unfortunately, the bell rang.

I sighed and ran to my locker, which was a whole hall over, and managed to get to first period on time.

First it was Health. No one I liked was in that class, and it was so easy, a caveman could do it, no pun intended.

I literally slept every day for a whole week in his class. On Friday, he wrote the test on the board, and I aced it.

So for the whole class period, I read. It wasn't like the coach cared.

All too soon, the bell rung, and I entered the dreaded Algebra II. Why is a Freshman in a Junior Honors class, you might ask? Because Kayla, Sarah, and I are too smart. Yeah. Nerds and proud. Then why was it I could never manage anything but a C in the class? These questions haunt me.

In Algebra II, I couldn't read, since I actually had to pay attention in that class. But finally, the bell rung, and she assigned a ton of homework like usual.

Next came Literature. I hid my book on my lap, as did Kayla, who sat across the room (not by our choice). Occasionally she would call on one of us for the answer, and Sarah, who sat behind me, would whisper the answer, like the amazing person that she is.

The bell rung again, luckily that day seemed to be going pretty fast.

Next was Freshman Band. Kayla was in the class with me, and she got a seat next to me because of the lack of chair order. Our class was small, since it was only freshmen. There were only eight people.

Two flutes (One being me).

One Clarinet (Kayla).

One Saxophone.

Two Trumpets.

One French Horn/Mellophone.

One Bari sax.

Yep. That was our band class. And a psychotic band director in a pear tree.

She's actually not that bad. I like her, though some people say they hate her, which I find funny, because the people that say that are the ones who have gotten on her bad side. Ha.

But no reading in band. Kayla and I quietly discussed parts we had both read when we weren't playing.

The bell came tolling once more... umm... yeah...

And I went to World Geography with Sarah. We didn't do much, and every chance I got, I read under my desk.

Then lunch came, and instead of going to lunch, Kayla and I went to the library to continued to read.

Later, after Sarah had finished eating, she joined us as well, but did homework.

Next came Biology, which the three of us had together. We were supposed to do these worksheets that had a projector thing to go with it, and Sarah ended up filling them out for both me and Kayla, since we were too immersed in our books. Oh, well.

Poor Sarah has to ride the bus home, while Kayla and I sat in the band room, reading.

We finally got the sense to ride our bikes home.

It was a ten minute ride, and as soon as we got there, I proclaimed. "Star Wars, here I cometh!"

Kayla laughed, and we sat on the swings in my backyard, reading. A no brainer.

I had ten pages to go, when Kayla proclaimed, "Done!"

"No fair," I whined. "I have ten pages left," So I read them while Kayla swung, contemplating what she had just read.

"Aaaaaand... DONE!" I cried, jumping off the swing.

We laid down on the grass and looked up at the approaching twilight and discussed the book.

We gazed up at the Twilight for awhile, and then I said, "You know what?"

"Hmm?"

"I wish we could live in the Star Wars universe. It would be so cool to be a Jedi!"

"It would be," she said.

At that moment, something purple flashed across the sky.

"Did you see that?" I asked.

"Yeah..." Kayla murmured.

The last thing we remembered before passing out was falling into a great black abyss and seeing the disfigured stars... kinda like when ships jump to hyperspace. Strange...

Don't worry, my kind readers. The Star Wars Galaxy, we will go in the next chapter!

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