I am NOT and Never Will Be A Jedi

Detention

     To my surprise, I made it out of detention quite alive. But I wish I could say the same for my underpants.

      "Mind your friendship with Young Skywalker, Kevin. While he posses some most admirable qualities, he tends to lead his peers into trouble," Master Big Brains warned as I squirmed in my seat. "What do you mean?" I asked.

     Master Big Brains scratched his half-beard, "According to prophecy, Anakin is to become the most powerful Jedi in the history of the Order. Although I believe in him as much as the rest of the Council, Anakin holds a great deal of conflict within him." I looked up with confusion, "Conflict?" I repeated. Big Brains nodded, "Yes. Fear, anger, and mixed emotions that have led many other Jedi astray. These things are the path to the Dark Side," he said gravely. I shivered, "But I don't understand. Anakin is a good person," I protested.

     "Very true. But fear can turn any man into a monster if he allows it to control him. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate..leads to suffuring." he continued. My stomach felt knotted. Hiw could Anakin be a monster? That didn't make sense. Big Brains sighed, "It's not all his fault though. The Council knew his past when we finally allowed his training..." he added regretfully. I leaned on my desk, "His past? I don't get it." Big Brains stared out the window, "A slave. He lived with his mother on Tatooine. His mother was forced to stay behind. He still hasn't forgiven himself for leaving her." He finally looked back at me, "Befriending Young Skywalker may come with much confusion. Choose your friends wisely."

     Big Brains finally finished lecturing me and thats when I really started wishing I had brought the extra underpants.

     Torture honestly wasn't as bad as you would think.

      It's much, much worse...

      I'll spare you the details of how I gained the scar on my shoulder that Anakin told me looks like a Shaak (It really depends on the lighting whether or not that's true) but anyways, the point is: Some people say that detention feels like torture. Well at the Jedi Academy, detention is torture. Literally!

      At the end of the hour, Big Brains undid the restraints (that's right, restraints) I high-tailed it out of there. But the beardless master called for me to stop right outside his door. "Groundcrawler! I want you to think about what I told you. Choose your friends wisely."

     I nodded and hurried out the door.

     Anakin was just coming down the hall, "Hey, you made it Grease! I was worried I would have to bring you home in jar," he joked. I laughed half-heartedly. Despite my best efforts, I began looking at Anakin uneasily. I was suddenly cautious of my friendship with him.

    "You wanna head to my quarters? I'm sure you'll want some help with your homework," he offered. I shook my head plainly, "No thanks, I think I'll be fine."

     Anakin tilted his head, "Are you sure Grease? You haven't had much experience with Negotiations and there's gonna be a test next week," he insisted.

     I couldn't bare to look at him at the moment. "That's okay Anakin. I don't need any help... Bye," I answered quickly and coldy. I started down the hall and left Anakin standing in the shadows, "Well see you around Grease."

     Despite all the things Anakin had done for me, I began shutting him out because of this new fear of his destiny.