Part 4"Mixed blood!" yelled one of the teenage Vulcan girls as they sneered at me. I looked at them and walked away not wanting to fight such an uncreative insult. "Hey mixed breed, did you not heard me," another one said as she toss her black hair. I just kept walking, I could hear them mumble then a sharp pain hit my head, I move my hand to the back on my hair. My figures touched blood that oozed out of the wound the sharp rock made. I studied the greenish red blood on my hand and looked back up at the girls as they all smiled, well almost. I was about to turn back around when one slapped me in the face (I just do not see Vulcan girls kicking and punching, I do not know why) her long nails cut through my somewhat tan face.
"How illogical of you, fighting me for no reason." I said trying to be as Vulcan as I could. I was never good at hiding my emotion like other Vulcans, maybe because I am more human than Vulcan. They put their noses up in the air and walked away leaving me bleeding. I continued to walk to my aunt's home so I could start on some of my homework. The blood in my cheek and the back on my head was dried and felt dirty, so I walked into the bathroom to clean up the bloody mess. I turned to the sink and grabbed an old towel and dipped it in the steaming water and lightly press it against my face, it hissed with pain as the hot water flooded into the wounds. I was almost done with the wounds when my aunt walked into the room; I had left the door open.
"See what happens when you start a fight with someone stronger then you, little Kisheya,"
"I didn't start a fight they tossed a rock at me when I walked away," I try to explain the wounds to her, she had always hated me, I do not know why.
"How dare you lie to me, T'ping and her friends would never do that." As she said this, her lip raised showing her teeth like a dog would on earth when it was ready to attack.
"You have been a pain to me," and with that she slapped me as hard she could and more blood appeared on my cheek where the wound reopened and some new blood appeared across the bridge of my nose. My aunt became more hateful with every turning day.
I gasped when I came back to the real world and the light came back on. I looked at the position Spock and I where in was not too bad, he was leaning on the wall with me leaning on him and one of my hands was touching his skin. Crap, did he just see the memory?
"Ms. Muse, are you part Vulcan?" he asked as he's hand touch my arm.
"1/4 Vulcan and 3/4 human," I said as I looked into his deep brown eyes. My blood was pulsing trying to make me blush but I kept my emotions under control. I removed my hand and walk to the other side of the lift and Spock called Scotty to fix the matter quickly. I know that was not the worst of my memories but it was the start of my horrifying past. Neither of us said anything or looked at each other, until Kirk open the door after Scotty fixed the lift.
"Did you two have fun?" asked Kirk with that stupid mocking smile of his and I responded with a glare.
"What did you think," I snapped, I look at the blue object in his hand, "What's that?"
"Your real uniform. Of course, I still would like you to dress like the rest of the female members."
"You and I both know that I'm far from being like the other female crew members."
"I would have to agree with Ms. Muse," Spock spoke out of the blue, I was somewhat shocked and Kirk just made a sound of agreement and walked back to where ever he goes. Spock and I walked toward my room as we were to doing before the lift got stuck. I scrunched my nose at the thought, my first day on the job and I was found out. But unlike most Vulcans, Spock didn't seem to have a hidden hate for me because of my human part being more in control. To most Vulcans it was an insult for their genes to be so degraded. The sound of Spock's voice pulled me from my thoughts as we reach my door.
"I'm sorry what did you say?" I asked as I looked at him. He, too, looked like he'd rather turn to his thoughts than the real world.
