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Chapter 14. Tournament

It is better to lose with honor than to win unworthily.

Ups and downs! After an unsuccessful training session with Dooku, Santal has a nightmare in which she is condemned for cowardice. Oddly enough, it helps her to believe in herself and become the best in the group. But one day she is summoned to the Jedi Council for an unknown reason.

Santal was following Master Shaak Ti. She was both excited and scared and curious. Usually, a call to the Council is associated with something bad in adults and children. So the girl began to remember all the actions lately. And I concluded that most likely she would be praised. But, on the other hand, it can't be just that. Santal sensed a catch. Anything could happen today.

And then it was like a bucket of water was poured on the girl's head. Memories of literally yesterday evening came flooding back.

"Guys, you know what I thought," Max said at breakfast.

- what? Dasha asked, taking a bite of jogan.

— I want to arrange ... a VECHE ... — the boy was just about to shout, when he remembered that there were witnesses around, he spoke in a whisper, — a party.

— Great! Nick said. — And about what?

— Why does the party need an excuse? Max replied with a big smile. — Let's do this. We'll all meet together at my place after class and have fun. Let's enjoy an easy and carefree life while we have the opportunity.

— How are we going to have fun? Grace asked.

— I'll tell you. But not here.

After school, the children found a quiet, modest corner for conversation. Max read out the entertainment list with a datapad in his hand.

— I'm offering a pillow fight, a bunch of sweets.

—Is that all?" Strict Landa asked skeptically.

- no. There will be games and various contests. But which ones, let's decide together. Who has any ideas?

—A candy wrapper game," Grace suggested.

— What kind of game? Santal asked.

"The rules are simple," the blonde explained. — There are several colorful wrappers in the ball with a hole. You choose any one, read the task and do it.

—Hit the target game,— Anna shouted.

The noise started. The guys tried to shout over each other. Everyone wants his idea to be accepted. Suddenly Nick gave out:

— And let's have a horror story contest! We'll sit in a circle and scare each other. Whoever tells the most terrible story will win and receive a secret prize. And those who refuse to participate will get a farting pillow under the ass for not tickling their nerves.

"Are you sure it won't be too creepy?" Grace asked anxiously.

— Don't be a coward. Think of it as a kind of "Who will tell a tall tale" contest. And in general, horror stories of children are not scary," Nick assured.

As a result, games of candy wrappers, "hit the target", a horror story contest, a ball game were approved, and a person responsible for treats was appointed. The guys decided that they could not do more. They'll get tired.

And at 6 o'clock the guys gathered in an empty hall with all the preparations. Needless to say, the Younglings took risks. If someone had noticed them, the party would not have taken place. Fortunately, everything went well.

Santal was a little more nervous than the others because she had never been involved in such cases.

— Let the party begin! Max commanded, raising his hand.