The Third Skywalker

A Beautiful Day for Touring My Very Own House

The day of the fieldtrip was gloomy and wet. Rain pounded down from above, dripping down the sides if the Imperial Palace.  It was indeed a very beautiful day for me to tour my own house.

Our class was to meet outside of the palace, so there was no need to go to the school building that day. Instead I planned to leave our the back door and run around the lay, appearing at the front, to make it look as if I didn't live in the palace.  My father and I had decided it was best to keep our relation secret.

So there I was, five minutes until I had to be at the front door, not wanting to go out in the rain. However, before I was about to leave, there was a sharp knock on the door. Cody came bustling into the kitchen moments later.

"Miss," he said, coming to a halt. "Your teacher said they await for only one student. That'll be you, won't it?"

I groaned. It was me. Mrs Higgs was going to kill me.

Groaning, I paced the room, unsure of what to do. Cody stood placidly, while my father started at me. "Here." I said, thrusting a cup of water at my father. Pour this over me, then Cody can say that he let me in early because of how wet I was."

My father continued to stare at me.

"Aww, C'mon, Dad! Please! I'm gonna nee in so much trouble anyways, why not get some fun out of it?"

So that's how I found myself standing in the entrance hall, Mrs Higgs breathing down my neck about how inhospitable it was of me to enter without her, Cody shooting me amused and apologetic glances inbetween lectures.