Everything But Red

"DON'T Ruine this for me Charlie." Nebula exclaimed playfully punching her best friend's shoulder. He quickly rubbed the barely touched spot. He mouthed the word, 'ow'. Nebula giggled mischievously.

"You're literally only NINE! How can this change your life?" Charlie, Nebula's older brother, said crossing his arms. "Come on Neb, what can be practicing the art of being a padawan, gain in your life?"

"If I don't make it in, I will surely have no purpose in life." Nebula started circling him, as the two strode down the long eerie hall. "It would give the force in me, a chance to be better than yours! Master Ezra, said, that I had the most potential than anyone he's ever seen!"

"Master Ezra is an old geezer, who was taught by a Jedi, who wasn't fully trained! Don't believe everything, anyone tells you. EVEN a Jedi." Charlie said becoming a hypocrite.

"Sounds like you're being a hypocrite, young Charlie." An old, weary voice exclaimed from behind the two. The two turned around, to be surprised by General Leia.

"General!" Nebula exclaimed standing to attention. "What are you doing here?"

"At ease." She responded to the overly mature girl. "I was called to Master Ezra's Padawan choosing. Seems like Charlie forgot the first reason for being a padawan. Kindness, and Patience."