A/N: Sorry doesn't begin with the slow updates. I don't know how but I will try to update faster next time! I will update my other book soon. I, Harrison and Mark hate giving away spoilers!! Thank you all for support and love!!

Plus I have new characters Chriśtîna, Dána, Abigail and Kida (there made up!)

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Chapter Two:

Bail Organa face is pale as the marbled floor. I don't blame anyone looking so sick about this tragic, unforgettable, unbearable and battling, fighting to breathe everyday news. It's not everyday you hear such news.

Meanwhile....Some close friends that knew Padmé:

"I can't believe she's gone. Padmé, my sweet Padmé".

"O give it a rest Chriśtîna! You weren't even close to friends with Padmé".

"O and you were Dána? Hypocrite".

"I am not! I was closer to Padmé than you could ever be!".

"ENOUGH LADIES!! Who cares who was closer to Padmé"?

"Take it easy Abigail! We didn't mean to start world war".

"O shut it Dána! I had enough of you! Padmé is dead. She is gone. Who cares! Give it a rest!"

After what Abigail yelled in the room, everyone was quite and pale, shocked, maybe even scared. I've never seen my friends go off like this and I mean never. Everyone and not just us girls in this room are having a rough time about the death of the queen, the senator. I still don't know how and why she died. But I do know that she didn't die from natural causes. My name is Frizaaquok, it's wired I know, but most people call me Kida. I know what your thinking - It's opposite compared to my real name. It's either Kida or Friza and I don't like the name 'Friza' it's just plain patheleic, no one will call me 'Friza'. My life is so odd, strange, different without her. The queen, so peaceful - o how could've anyone done this? Rumours are out there that Padmé died from child birth, others say she was murdered. I don't know what to believe. I don't want to believe both but I believe she didn't die from natural causes. I'm such a difficult child I tell you.

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I was the closest to Padmé Amidala and I say that because we were like close cousins. I remember how we played in the calming meadows and how we brushed each other's messy hair, it was only for a couple of days when we were young. It wasn't my thing brushing my messy hair in a meadow but it was always Padmé's thing so I just went along with it. I remember Padmé's curly, long hair was always neater and mine was an absolute nightmare to brush and to untangle, I went with the flow since Padmé was my best friend and I didn't want her to be upset. I'm only nineteen and a half, quite tall for my average age and size but small compared to my friends and family. I have two brothers, Tudá and Quit. We like to call my younger brother 'Quit' because the family makes jokes around the house saying 'QUIT IT'. His actual name is close to his nick name, his real name is Quilt.

I live in a small home with my auntie and uncle who are old of course but are loads of fun, sometimes it's the complete opposite. My real guardians known as my parents were killed. Not a single sight of the murderer's face was shown to anyone or possibly the story wasn't fully correct and witnesses are just scared. I only know that the murderer was a Sith or whatever they are called, evil, evil dark lords and mysterious people who deserve no love and company. I have nightmares almost every night.

Who on earth is responsible for the evil heartache I have almost every night? The outside part of me is strong, beautiful but inside dark, sad and depressed. I'm not as strong as I look, but people keep repeating that line to me daily. My brothers will cope, there strong warriors. I fear for them though, terribly for a strong feeling for a unknown reason.

The murderer who took my beloved guardians away is all of evil, I hate him/her for everything thing he/she has done, for putting myself and my brothers in that difficult situation for the tears, the stress, late night crying. It's depressing without my parents but myself will manage. O' how I do wonder what happen to Padmé, she deserved so much more good in her life! I remember how she told me stories at late nights when we were young, most of the stories she told were sad, broken dreams and promises. She was caring, charming, smart and very beautiful but, if I may say...

Padmé Amidala always strike me as the beautiful, charming, smart, courageous, glamorous and whatever else you can describe her on the outside of Padmé Amidala but on the inside of Padmé Amidala she was exactly like a glass shattered, she was fading away and every minute I was with her something always felt wrong. She was fading away of whatever made her upset.

It was a disease eating away her happiness and joy.