Thank you for reading and commenting. You're all lovely. We have another diaries section because Jim is still working on making sure Starfleet or various unknown entities cannot intercept his email. So if you haven't realized it yet chocolate sprinkles means they're being spied on by somebody probably Starfleet.
This is short. If I start getting chapters from the next batch back from proofreading, I might upload another chapter in under a week. However, I really don't want gaps longer than a week if I can help it. I spent Thanksgiving weekend doing the next batch of chapters.
Excerpts from the diary of Josephine Jamie Uhura-McCoy
February 28, 2060
Dear Diary:
I think Pavel and Liz may be my only friends. Maybe Kevin too, but he hasn't written me yet. Although I haven't written him either. Maybe I should write him or at least write Liz back, but that's not possible because Uncle Jim is trying to fix the email system. Part of me is happy for that because I'm not entirely sure what to say beyond I hate all the other kids here so much.
I had to work on the project alone today again. Not because I'm working on something at a lower level than my classmates, but because nobody wanted to work with the ship's baby. I'm doing the same math as half of the other students there and they call me a baby. Actually, they called me Captain's baby. I'm also Captain's pet. They're really mad about me having access to a replicator that does Snickers bars. If they didn't try to block the teacher in the turbolift, they would have access to the snicker bar replicator.
I hate them all. Like I can't hear what they're saying about me when I'm at the next table.
I haven't heard from any of my friends in Georgia either and I can't blame that on the email system being down because I haven't heard from anybody since Christmas and that was mostly a hasty thank you for the presents that I sent. Okay mom Nyota sent the presents, but I picked most of them out and I did extra chores for a week.
Maybe it's better that the friendships end now. It's not going to be easy to stay friends. When we're light years apart and can only communicate through emails that may eventually take weeks to get to Earth. Besides, what do we talk about? I'm living in space with my dad and my sort of step mom. They are back in the Atlanta suburbs with their perfect families and lawns. I used to have that and then my alcoholic mom drove into a tree.
The only good thing that happened this week was Saturday making brownies with dad. He managed to get the kitchen just for us. Turns out you can make brownies without eggs. Which is good because we probably will not see actual eggs for at least four months. Also using substitutes from other planets can be dangerous or deadly. Dad has been giving me that lecture a lot.
It has been nice to be with him here. I hated it when he was away before. It was even worse because mom wouldn't let me talk to him. I blamed her for him being so far away. I would never say it out loud because I was afraid of what she would do, but I always thought it. Is that why she drank? I don't know.
Uncle Jim says that it's not my fault. That it was a problem she had and that there was nothing I could do to change that. Everyone says that, but I believe him at least a little bit because his mommy has a drinking problem as well, so I almost believe him.
To be continued