A/N Hi so this is my new story that I've been working on for those who have read and like my other story, I promise that I will update soon, it shouldn't take too long, with this one I should also be updating soon. So anyway this is all about if Luke was female, but I'm also changing little bits about the original story line. Anyway please review and all the other stuff.

Chapter 1

Sorry, I can't talk. I'm so damn late Uncle Owen is so going to kill me! Damn Biggs this is all his fault.

I swear it was going fine, Biggs and I were working on that podracer, the one I'm trying to convince uncle Owen to allow me to enter in the upcoming podrace, but he's still furious about how I entered last year without him knowing. I came fourth and for my first race that wasn't bad. Plus I didn't die, which is brilliant for a human.

What Uncle Owen doesn't understand is that podracing is in my blood, my father won one of the races, and this is one of the few ways that I could ever feel close to him.

You see my dad was a pilot and died before I was born and my mum died sometime later. That is how I ended up with uncle Owen and aunt Beru.

I manage to reach the homestead without alerting anyone of my presence and so far so good. I sneak inside the house without anyone noticing, trying to get all the sand of my feet. Right around the corner aunt Beru is cooking dinner, tiptoe-

"You're going to have to do a lot better than that if you think you can sneak past me."BUSTED! As soon as I thought that I was in the clear. Right, now act adorable so you can get away with it.

"Of course I knew that my loving aunt Beru.I was just trying to help keep those reflexes nice and sharp for you. haha.." I grin up at her, knowing I'm not getting away with it until I tell her where I was. To my surprise I do, she just rolls her eyes and goes back to cooking the dinner.

"Just go get that dirt off of you before your uncle sees you, you look like a complete mess." I walk out the room in a state of shock; I managed to get away without the third degree. I reach the refresher and look in the mirror, aunt Beru didn't tell me just how bad I actually look.

I have dirt and grease covering my face and tangled in my hair is sand, sand and more stupid sand, obviously as the entire planet is covered in it. The worst of it all is my clothes. Once white, now has newly acquired grease stains, dirt and other things that I can't identify are covering it. Then of course, my deep blue eyes are wide and sparkling with the happiness that I can only get from racing and being able to live for once.

There is no way I'm going to get the stink off, this means I need a shower. Uncle Owen is so going to moan since I already used my water allowance for today. I turn the shower on after putting my clothes in the washing basket and then climb in the shower.

The water is cool and relaxes my burning skin, I speedily wash my hair and body, jumping out to run into my room, with a towel wrapped around my body, before my uncle sees me. Once in my room I close my door before hurrying around throwing on clothes so I can get to dinner.

I rush down the stairs trying not to slip down them.

"You're late." Is the only sort of acknowledgment I get from my uncle.

"Sorry Uncle Owen." I reply sitting down, trying not to cause a fuss. We eat our dinner in the normal silence; with the same pressure, suffocating the room until Uncle Owen finally breaks it.

"So, any reason why you weren't helping out on the farm today?" I keep silent trying not to give away anything. "You know all this running around isn't convincing me to let you go to the academy."

I just sit there and scowl at my dinner. I hate that he uses everything against me, I don't even want to fight for the empire but it's one way off this dust bowl.

"It's not like you were going let me go to the academy anyway." I mumble mostly to myself.

"It's not what respectable girls want to do with their lives. Anyway, you're not even twenty yet, you're not ready for the academy. Plus we need you to help look after the farm, you need to stay here."

"Well that's rubbish, you know they take entries from fourteen." I snap back.

"Yes but that doesn't mean that you are ready for the horrors you will face there, it isn't for soft girls." My uncle barks back.

"I am not soft! And what would you know of the horrors of the outside, you have never left this town, let alone the planet!"

"I will not be spoken to like that in my house!" He yells standing up.

I shut up as soon as he does this, recognising the amount of trouble I would be in if I dared say anything to my uncle. I put my head down and begin to glare down at my food again.

"Right then" he says sitting back down and picking up his knife and fork. "We will have no more talk of you leaving or the academy for the rest of the day" he says. I can feel his eyes burning into my head but still, I refuse to look up knowing that my anger would erupt if I did and I don't fancy the repercussions that come with that.

After a good five minutes of awkward silence and me just playing with my food still too enraged to eat, my aunt excuses me from the table and I leave without any form of hesitation and head to my room.

Before my door even slides closed, I'm inside turning on my lock and jumping onto my bed and screaming into my pillow. How could he say something like that to me? And aunt Beru wonders why I feel like I'm unwanted here.

I lay on my bed long after the anger leaves, thinking about what I would do if I could escape my little prison, when I hear voices.

"You never should have said that Owen, you took it too far this time!" I hear aunt Beru scold Uncle Owen.

"I know! I just saw resemblance her dad coming out of her and panicked, she's such a kind young girl I'm scared if we let her leave she will turn into him." Uncle Owen mumbles the last part. They walked past my room and their voices start to fade.

I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what they are talking about. They never gave me the impression that my dad wasn't a good guy, in fact aunt Beru gave me the impression that he was a hero. I'm fed up of the mixed signals that I get about my parents.

I sit up suddenly, how could I forget? The speeder race is on today. I run around trying to make myself more presentable before sneaking out into the darkness.