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You were walking back to your apartment the you shared with your master, Obi Wan Kenobi, your head hanging after a particularly rough day.
You had been an official Padawan for a couple years now. It was pretty interesting the first time you walked in the Temple. You had been a girl of just above 12 years old when you arrived to the Temple, and your parents had discovered that you were extremely Force sensitive when you were a baby. Why was there the time gap?
Your family was POOR. They were the poorest family in their city, so they couldn't afford to send you back then. Their only hope was when you had grown up and they had more money to pay for the one way trip there.
Eventually, they were able to send you after your twelfth birthday after some friends helped to raise the money for you to go.
For the first couple times while in basic training, you overheard some of the Masters talking about you and your future. In a desperate attempt to secure your stay there, you tried to do extra good in your training, by coming in early for a individual session with the main teacher of history of the Jedi arts, and staying late for extra writing practice with the Dialects teacher.
Only one Master noticed your persistence and desperation to prove yourself: Obi Wan Kenobi. After you had turned thirteen, you were called before the Council to discuss your fate. You could tell they didn't like what they were going to say to you, so you prepared yourself for the worst. What you didn't expect was Obi Wan Kenobi, THE Obi Wan Kenobi, saying that he was going to train you. After that experience, you felt like you were floating on air for a few days, but then you got back to normal. Your studies were coming along good and everything was alright between you and Obi Wan. But there was one thing that you hated, the social pressure from everybody in your age group with the other Padawans. They resented you BECAUSE you were doing so well. You thought that life was okay only when you had your ear pods in your iPhone and you were doing something with your hands, whether it be making food or folding laundry.
You had no idea how much the other Padawans influence in your life had impacted you until a certain thought crossed your mind: "I'm worth nothing."
You gasped as soon as you thought it earlier that day and shoved it down, but as soon as you got back to your apartment, the thoughts continued to come. Again and again, they bombarded you until you finally flung open the door, raced through the living room, where Obi Wan, Anakin, Ahsoka and Padme were having a conversation about some random thing, and you flung yourself onto the bed as the sobs started to come, slowly at first.
"I'm not worth it," you mumbled into your pillow.
Surprisingly, Obi Wan left you alone until dinner. When he came to check up on you, you were already fast asleep, tear streaks clear on your face.
Your Master winced when he saw those stains on your face, marring your beauty. He stroked your cheek gently and tenderly kissed your forehead.
"Hold on a little longer, my wonder girl," he whispered in your ear.
Then he began to hum a lullaby that you had listened to since you were a baby. You had taught him the song when you were assigned to care for some of the younglings for a day.
"I heard that you're a mighty king. I heard you know everything and I feel that every thing they say is true.
But I've listened not in my heart but in my head. Now I know how wonderful you are and you are even more
that all I heard before. Now I know, and I'll always love you too because I know you.
I heard that you are very wise. I heard there is kindness in your eyes. But now I look and I see
the awesome love you have for me. Now I know, how wonderful you are and you are even more
that I heard before. Now I know, and I will love you too now that I know you.
Now I know, and I will always love you too now that I know you."
Obi Wan got up from your bedside and tiptoed out of your room, closing the door behind him.
Little did he know how hurt you were actually feeling...