Ezra Bridger's Training

The Last Shot

A special story for all the people who have read Ezra Bridger's Training and don't want it to end. . .

"Hey, people from wattpad! It's me Ezra! And I have one last story to share with guys and one that you probably won't forget. So here goes. . ."

"Ezra! Go to bed!" Hera yelled as she stuck her head out of her door.

"NO!" I yelled back. I was in my room dorking around with my lightsaber.

"Bridger!" Hera growled as she opened my door. I quickly deactivated my lightsaber and climbed on to my bed.

"Go to bed!" She yelled again.

"But I'm bored." I groaned, leaning over the edge of my bed. Zeb was sound asleep in the bunk below, completely unaware of what was going on around him.

"Go. To. Bed. Ezra!" Hera growled, crossing her arms.

"Tell me a story." I whined.

"You're sixteen!" Hera said.

"Tell me a story!" I groaned loudly, flopping around on my bed.

"Fine. How about the story about the Jedi brat that didn't go to sleep?" Hera said.

"That's boring!" I said, face-planting into my pillow.

"Tell yourself a story." Hera said.

"Will you listen?" I asked, hopefully.

"Fine." Hera sighed, sitting down on the floor.

"Okay. Once upon a time there was a princess. While she was out riding her horse called Ginger, she met a prince. The two soon fell in love and very much enjoyed each other's company. The prince decided to take the princess on a walk one day. The two were walking along holding hands and being very happy. Then the prince said to the princess. 'I want to be with you forever.' Then all of a sudden a train ran over them and they went SPLAT! Right on the train tracks."

Hera looked at me horrified. I couldn't keep a straight face any longer.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I started laughing so hard I fell off my bed.

"How can you laugh? That's an awful story Ezra!" She said.

"No! No! You AHAHAHAHAHA don't HEHEHE get it!" I said, rolling around laughing.

"Get what?" She asked. I stopped laughing for a few seconds.

"Well, you see. The princess was actually a strawberry and the prince was a peanut. An the horse was a ginger bread horse. And. . ." I started laughing again. "HAHAHAHA! SPLAT! THEY BECAME PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY! AHAHAHAHA!" I doubled over laughing.

"There's something so wrong with you." Hera said, walking out of the room.

"Gihehehe! SQUISH! OOPS! PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY!" I said, still laughing.

And this is the story that my mom told me and my brother. I don't like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches anymore. Just think of this story the next time you see a peanut butter and jelly sandwich:)