Entry Number 050603A

My hands went over my face as I sighed heavily, rolling my eyes.

Making sense of my feelings when Mandiya was around was a hard experience. I didn't wish to be around him, but something dragged me like a sick dog over the floor. I oftenly thought (and got angry over) the successes and importance of the man on the Finalizer. He made me get headaches and toss in bed and throw pillows to silently express my anger. Yet, I found myself in his room many times, not sure whether it was in a dream or not, staring at the back of his head and his tightly nested braid.

My eyes shot open when my father screamed from the floor below me, making me push myself up and get off the bed. No rest for me.

The kitchens below us were used for the stormtroopers, not for us. But, the loud bangs and scattering of what I assumed were plates was followed by my father's voice, so this was not a small drill.

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