This is a Star Wars Fan Fiction that I wrote up -- I also have this same story on fanfiction.net. It is about a young girl on her quest to becoming a Jedi. This is the second chapter in the story. Hope you enjoy!
“Miza,” the teacher started, “you look distracted today.”
The young girl looked up from the paper on the table below her. Down in the under levels, most of the schools couldn’t afford to have all of their students use datapads for worksheets. Instead, they gave them sheets of ling-on paper to read from and write on. “Sorry.”
The teacher stared straight at Miza, no emotion showing. “Could you explain to me why the Bantha cub might be afraid?”
“Uh…” Miza hadn’t been paying attention to the story that the teacher had been reading to them. But from the sound of it, she was reading something about a Bantha. And the only story that she knew about a Bantha was The Little Lost Bantha Cub. So, she decided to assume that it was her favorite story. “He couldn’t find his herd. So, he was scared that he would never see his family… again.” Miza looked down at the folded paper on the table. It was the drawing of the Togruta. What if she really had the Force? Because if she did, then she would become afraid like the Bantha Cub. She’d be afraid that she’d never see her family again. She had just learned what Jedi were a few hours ago. But she didn’t know enough about them to stay certain that she would see her family again.
“Would you be afraid if you weren’t with your family?”
One of the students at Miza’s table raised two hands. They weren’t human – they had too many arms to be that. “I would!”
“Why, Chuli?" the teacher asked the strange-armed-student, Chuli.
“I’m only five!” she exclaimed. “I can’t do anything by myself!”
The teacher’s lips curled and her eyebrows narrowed, giving the students an unsettling feeling. “You’re talking, aren’t you?”
“Well, yeah, but…” Chuli understood the fault in her words: She could do things by herself. And the fact that she was even talking proved her statement wrong. “I get it Teacher.”
The teacher still wore the same queer smile as before, but she turned her attention to the rest of the class. “Is there another reason that someone would be afraid?”
Several students raised their hands this time and the teacher called on the youngest student in the class. He was Rodian and he had moved here a few days ago. Miza couldn’t quite remember his name, but then the teacher said, “Darael?”
“I think it is scary to be away from your family. When you’re gone from them, you don’t know what to do. You’re scared that they will be gone forever,” he said, his beady, blue eyes staring straight down at his stack of paper.
Miza could tell, somehow, that the young Rodian spoke from experience. It was something in voice that gave it away. No, it was his mannerisms… was it?
The teacher stole Miza away from her thoughts. “Thank you, Darael. Your answer was just what I was looking for.”
Darael gave a slight nod and then the teacher continued into her lesson. She finished talking about the Little Lost Bantha Cub, and then she began to teach about Banthas. Miza learned that they were from a desert planet called Tatooine, far, far away from Coruscant. And she also learned that that there was a type of people – or species, Miza couldn’t tell which – that became really good friends with Banthas. Almost as good of friends as she was with her brothers. And the Banthas that the Sand People, as they were called, owned weren’t treated like pets, they were treated like a member of their tribe.
But why? Why would someone treat an animal like a person? Well, not exactly like a person, but they were treated them with that much respect. Now, Miza loved her pet Tooka, but her father often reminded her that people come before pets. She of course, usually forgot that. But if she could, she would treat Blue like how the Sand People treat Banthas.