Thank you to everybody who read or reviewed the last conversation. You are all absolutely fabulous. Congratulations, we all survive 2017. Now we begin with my first post of the New Year. It is time for more frustrated ramblings of a preteen. Please note that you're only getting selected inserts from Josephine's therapy Journal. If I included all her therapy Journal entries, this story would be nothing but excerpts from a preteen diary.
Day 18: More Excerpts from the diary of Josephine Jamie Uhura-McCoy
March 8, 2260
Dear Diary:
Living on a starship is not awful. At least now I have access to the botany lab, but still I hate my classmates. It hasn't even been quite three weeks yet and I hate everything except maybe Jay. He is slightly less of a prick and he warned me not to eat the cookie bar from Ashley 2.
Our tutor did eat it and she spent most of the class in the bathroom, which was probably the point. She asked Uncle Jim to reassign her come June. That's sad because I liked her. She gives me fun projects to do. I hope the replacement will be nice. I hope we get a replacement and they don't send us back to Earth because everyone else is being so bad.
Do you think I can convince mommy Nyota to let me just do independent study for the next five years? I really think I could learn more by myself. Also, I would like to spend as little time with the Ashleys as humanly possible. All they do is talk about clothes and shoes and how they can convince Pavel to sleep with one of them, but that's not the words they use.
I wonder if any of the teenagers have any real problems. I think Jay might, but he doesn't talk about it. That's okay. I don't want to talk about it either. Except to Dr. Margarita because she doesn't let me stay quiet.
Okay, I'm not completely isolated. Aside from Jay smiling at me when none of the others are around, Kevin emailed me, so I think that means I have actual friends or maybe Uncle Jim made his brother email me. I'm not sure. I'm not sure if I want to know. I really don't feel like replying, which is why I haven't yet. If I get a second email, maybe I will. Maybe.
Fencing class is fun and Demora's daddy is really nice. I'm sure I'm going to be learning the basics for weeks to come, but I like it better than the regular self-defense class. Pavel was also there to help. I think it's because Mr. Sulu doesn't want to accidentally hurt a child. He's such a dad. Baby D is so lucky that she has two biological parents that love her.
At least I have daddy and Nyota. That's better than what some have. Jay only has his mom now and she's always working. But that's what starship life is like. I wish Dad and Nyota would have more time to spend with me. Now that we're in an active mission, I haven't seen mom Nyota since yesterday. She's part of the negotiations team.
Scratch that. She just got back and she is not happy. I can tell because she's cursing in Swahili. It is never a good sign when mommy Nyota is cursing in Swahili. I managed to make out the words corrupt, selfish, and the cultural equivalent to bastard, I think. Also something about starving and blood. Dad is also fussing over her and asking her to go to Sickbay so he can look her over. That's not good. I wonder what happened. They're probably not going to tell me. Apparently, I'm too little to know sensitive mission details.
This is not anything new. They tried to hide the fact that my mom died because she had a drinking problem. Like I didn't know the truth. I'm not a baby. I knew full well what her special punch was. I had to do the recycling. It's hard to not notice the six large liquor bottles a week that ended up in the glass container. We were not having that many parties. Actually only her boyfriend came over and yes, I knew that he was her boyfriend. I'm not stupid.
I cannot wait till I'm an adult. Do you think that they'll actually tell me the truth then or will they keep trying to protect me? I don't need it. I just want the truth.
To be continued
So New Year and a cliffhanger. Yes, I know.