PM List: VaderLVR64 KELIA EGKenobi Jarren_Lee-Saber Darthrevan4ever star_writer24 all_othr_nams_tkn Title: The Diary of Siri Tachi Author: CrystalSaber_1 Genre: Diary. It will become slightly AU-ish. Actually, make that extreamly. It will cover a lot of genres, it will be very dark at some points, joyful at others. Characters: Siri, Adi, Obi-wan, Bant, Garen, OCs Timeframe: Pre-TPM Notes: Written for the "Dear Diary 2009" challenge. The Diary of Siri Tachi Month 1 Entry 1 I always have liked beginnings. They are so new and fresh and full of promise, like there is so much waiting to happen, so much to be discovered. It's one of the reasons why I like havng my birthday on the first day of the year. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I haven't even explained who I am, and I'm already gushing about other things....then again, I've never had much patience with protocol (Adi could tell you all about that, but that's another story entirely). My name is Siri Tachi. I am in training to become a Jedi knight, and today is my fifteenth birthday. The book I am writing in right now is a birthday gift from my master, Adi Gallia. She presented it to me this morning. I hadn't really known what it was when she handed it to me, honestly. This was due to the fact that Adi had allowed me to stay up until midnight to ring in the new year, and I had lost about five hours of sleep, meaning that I wasn't exactly alert when she gave her gift. Adi had handed me a small, rectangular object covered with dark blue cloth "Whastha?" I had slurred in a "can't-you-tell-that-I-just-woke-up-like-ten-kriffin-seconds-ago?" kind of voice. Adi had given me a long suffering sigh. "It's a journal Siri". "Oh" I had said, waking up enough to realize what I held in my hand was indeed a small, tightly bound book. "I got it for you as a birthday present," she had continued, her eyes serene, "Because I thought it would be good for you to have a place to organize your thoughts." A small smile had quirked across her lips when she took in my zonked expression. "Wow, thanks Adi" I had answered, flipping through the smooth, blank, cream colored pages. Books are very rare, a form of ancient technology, as everyone nowadays just uses datapads to read and write. I hope that she hadn't paid a lot of credits for it. I had thanked her and promised to use it, which brings me to where I am right now, under my bed covers, writing when I should be sleeping. This really is a pretty little book. I love the color of the cover. Usually I have very little interest in things that are pretty, (Adi could tell you all about that too) but there's something about this journal that I am drawn to. Anyways, with that said, I will now catch up on some well needed rest. Goodnight.