I was reading Brooklyn Bridge by Karren Hesse (Best book ever, you have to read it) and was going to use it for my summer reading assignment because I'm too lazy to find the theme of The Killer Angels (or rather, I read the book so long ago I don't remember), I used this book instead. It was easy to find a theme of that book: We make our own luck. That's kind of what inspired this. Enjoy!

Am I lucky? What is luck? It's what we make, I've always been told. I've also been told there's no such thing.

But so far, I think there is such a thing. How else would we have gotten this far?

We've made our own luck so far. Like my Dad making all those clones and earning a fortune. If I could talk to one of those clones, they'd say I was lucky. Not because of the money. Not really. We've got money somewhere, but I'm no rich kid. So does that still make me lucky?

But the clones don't have anything. Not even a real, slow life- they get the sped up, whiz-filled version and they're bound to that training program. They know they're going to do something, somewhere…

I am, too. I'm going to make my luck by being a bounty hunter like Dad. It's just not as certain where I'll start or where I'll go. I think Dad's got it all planned out for me. Do I know these plans? No.

I've got a Dad. He's great. In some people's books that makes me lucky. I'm sure those other clones would call that lucky. I agree; I'm lucky to have him. He's a bounty hunter after all. It's you versus the galaxy when you're a bounty hunter.

Dad's been in a lot of tight spots. He's spit in danger's face. Danger lets him go free… but boy, there have been so many close calls. I've seen some of those close calls. I've seen how close I've come to having Dad one minute, then no Dad the next. So his whole job- our family- is hanging on this luck, I guess. I guess isn't not just wealth or happiness. It's on a bigger scale, which is why those things aren't as important in my life. It's on the scale of life and death. Luck's what our survival's hanging on.

And so far, luck has been great. I mean, I'm with my Dad, in a huge stadium, watching animals from far flung planets run wild in an arena. The buzz of the crowd got to me, the scene the two Jedi below put on was thrilling. I never thought our luck would run out. That's why I stood stock still:

As the Jedi put his lightsaber to Dad's neck.
As more Jedi appeared out of nowhere.
As Dad attacked the Jedi.
As the Jedi finished off Dad.

And all it happened so quickly and it was like air being sucked into space. Except the air was our luck, which had been sucked away so fast.

I thought I'd lost the Fett luck that day. But I realized it had only run out for my Dad.

I had a small fortune tucked away and the skills to become a bounty hunter. My luck was just beginning.