H.A.: hee my first star wars fic. I had to thank Remmy117 for this because of her World Guardian series. thanks Remmy.

P.S.: i'm gonna try to make it sound like a t.v. series (thinks of Mortal Kombat: Conquest) so enjoy and expect cliffhangers.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.

"Sarah!" yelled Aunt Josephina, "get up and start breakfast, now! Don't burn it."

"Yes, Auntie," Sarah replied.

Sarah Ormson (A.N.:that's my dad's last name. i have my mom's maiden name.) lives with her aunt and uncle when her parents died in a plane crash. She is currently 16 and will be turning 17 in April. She has brown hair and brown eyes. She weighs 150 lbs. and is 5'8" tall. She has extreme interest in Science and Art. She studies Tai Chi and Japanese. Her favorite colors are black, blue, and red. She also lives with her cousin, Ciarah.

She got out of her bed and put on a black t-shirt with a red king cobra with yellow eyes and blue jeans. She puts on her watch that had General Grievous on it.

"NOW!" yelled Uncle Joseph.

"Yes, sir," she whimpered.

She went out of her room and downstairs to the kitchen. Her aunt, uncle, and cousin were already at the table. She poured a cup of coffee for Uncle Joseph.

"What would you like to eat, sir?" she asked.

"Pancakes," he replied venomously. "Why should you ask such a question?"

He smacks her across the face. Ciarah snickers and Aunt Josephina just reads the newspaper.

"I'm sorry, sir," Sarah replied, trying to hold in the tears.

"Get out of my sight!" he spat at her. Then, in a gentlier voice, "Jossie, why don't you make breakfast? After all, we are going on a trip." (A.N.: i know it sounds cheesy but i couldn't think of anything better.)

"She isn't coming, is she?" whined Ciarah.

"No, dear," Aunt Josephina replied, "someone is going to babysit her."

Sarah gulped because whenever Aunt Josephina hires a babysitter, she would get neglected and tormented.

"What is his name?" she asked.

Her uncle glared at her and growled, "What are you doing here still? Didn't I-"

Aunt Josephina raised her hand to silence him and answered Sarah, "His name is Grie, Grie de Vous. He's Russian."

"Now, leave," Uncle Joseph demanded.

"Yes, sir," she replied, "I'll get the mail, sir."

She walked outside to get the mail. when she got it, she could sense someone watching her. She looked around and saw nobody. She went back to the mail and went through it. Three bills for Uncle Joseph, makeup ads for Aunt Josephina, a small package for Ciarah, and.... a letter for her?

"What's this" she mumbled to herself.

She looked at the envelope which said:

Sarah E. Ormson
613 Cruelle Dr.
Blackwood, Michigan 58923

She went back inside and gave the mail to Uncle Joseph.

He noticed the she had a letter so he asked, "Who is it from?"

"I don't know, sir," she replied, "I haven't opened it yet."

"So open it," he said.

She was about to when Ciarah snatched it. She gotted behind her father and opened it. As she read it, she started to frown. When she was down, she gave it back.

Sarah read:

Dear Ms. Ormson,
My name is Grie de Vous. I will be watching over you while your guardians are on vacation. Tonite, after they leave, I would like you to pack as much as you can and come to my home at 582 Myst Rd. Also, bring what you do on your freetime.
Sincerely,
General Grie de Vous (A.N.: hmm sounds familiar)

She looked at Uncle Joseph and Aunt Josephina when she was done.

"Go get ready," Aunt Josephina replied.

"Yes, ma'am," said Sarah.

To be continued....

Next time on the Protector:

"Sarah," yelled Aunt Josephina, "we're leaving!"

Sarah's eyes widened when she said, "You're Grie de Vous?"

"ME-MG, Ms. Ormson," it said with a bow, "I am assigned to be your bodyguard."

H.A.:hey well here's chapter one of my first star wars fic. please review.