"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

This is a Star Wars fanfiction that takes place after Episode 1: TFM and before Episode 2: AOTC. Kaela Remex is a padawan. Her biggest dream is to become a Jedi Knight. However, there is one obstacle that keeps her from her dream - herself, or more precisely, her emotions. When she feels something - happiness, anger, sadness - she feels them more strongly than others do. To aid in her development the Jedi Council sends her and another padawn that has trouble with his emotions on a mission. This turns out to be Anakin Skywalker. (Observe, this fanfiction is not romantical. Since many out there are I didn't want to make this the same.)

"Reason number one not to fall in love with Phil Lester, he speaks in colors." ~ Dan Howell is in his last year of high school when, thanks to a bet, he is forced to prove to his friend how easy it is to not fall in love with somebody who cares for the stars more than he cares for himself. Who's crazy plans always seem to get him in trouble. Who, especially, feels in colors. {Lil bit of a trigger warning for here and there. Mentions of suicide, cutting, etc. This is a fluff phanfiction. There is no smut or bad swearing.} Translated to Spanish by @debilitae