The Third Skywalker

Classes

The first class Mara took me to was a large room, filled with students staring at a projector screen. I felt bad for interrupting-- at the palace we had learned never to interrupt unless it was an emergency. But when Mara elbowed me inside, the teacher stopped mid sentence and walked over to us. She and Mara shared a few whispered words before the redhead left me to the mercy of my peers.

"Class," the teacher started. All eyes flew onto her face. "This is our new student, Lani." All eyes moved to me. I blushed, and looked down. I needed to work on this confidence thing after having my  naturally bubbly self torn down by Xitis.

"Lani, you can sit by America."

(sorry, just read The Selection, SUCH a good book)

I looked up to see a small girl wave at me. America, I presumed. Her auburn hair was braided down her back, and her black uniform was pressed and polished. I gave her a smile before sliding down next to her.

Seconds after I sat down, the teacher, Mrs Higgs, resumed lecturing the class about the trade federation.

A piece of paper was slid onto my lap.

Lani,
wanna sit with me at lunch?
America

When I looked at the auburn haired girl again, I caught her eye and grinned, nodding my head ever so slightly.

Love to. 

I slid the paper onto her lap. She took a brief look at it, before scribbling another brief message and returning it to my skirt. I smiled.

Who's your "big sister"/buddy?

I grabbed the nearest pencil and scribbled my reply.

Mara Jade

Unfortunately, I want quite add week practiced at passing notes as I would have hopped, for Mrs Higgs was standing over us, fuming. She such her hand our and we sheepishly handed over the paper.

After reading over our written conversation, she turned back to us.

"Lani, I'm glad your making friends, but must you do it in class?"

Being the good slave I was, I hung my head and nodded, while America held back her giggles.

The next thing I knew, another note was slid onto my lap.

Won't get good unless you practice!
~America