Entry number 6
Dear diary,
Yet again, Starfleet has tried to take me away from my father
Only this time, they have suceeded
And they have my best friend, too.
The last thing I remember is falling asleep in class. I know that sleeping in school is the ultimate insult to education, but I already know everything the teacher drones on about. I understand that it must be difficult to accomidate for a class of thirty (the only eleventh grade level children on board) but it is just so boring. Now I am sure that I sound like a stereotypical teenager. I no longer care.
Now, I am alone in a shuttle with M' Kayla. We are being pulled by a tractor beam. We have tried using every method of communication possible, nothing worked. None of the controls work; we are being pulled by a tractor beam. My sensors detect that we are near a Romulan neutral zone, but those are everywhere. M' Kayla can't stop crying. All she will say is "I knew this was coming."
I feel like crying too. I am lost, linely, in great danger, and I miss Father. He would know exactly what to do.
And I miss Wesley. I know I may never see him again. Being a forgetful, insensitive human, he will probobly not even remember me in a month.
How this breaks my heart! I don't even HAVE a heart!
I have never felt so helpless. If I were alone, I would just break the door open and send a signal through empty space.
But that would kill M' Kayla
I am so tempted to be a coward and take that option.
I am to distressed to write any more. and it appears we have arrived at our destination: Romulus.