Jenna's journal from a year running from aliens. (On Hold)

December 3rd 2020

I'm starting to feel rather juvenile writing to an imaginary person. I still like having a journal and my mom thinks that it's important for me to keep writing because apparently I'll learn faster which sounds like BS to me. I don't know what to think because Riley thinks writing is stupid because she never learned how to properly do it and Katie keeps calling you a diary. I wish I could figure out a way to please Everyone, especially myself.

Anyway, Cara is no longer sick and is as happy as she can be but Elliott is now really sick for apparently no reason. I just hope he'll be alright.

For some reason Ethan still hangs out with me, and I think I can now call him a friend. The only reason we became friends in the first place is circumstance and loneliness I belive and because even though I am a girl, I'm still a person his age. The only person his age once upon a time.

Anyway, the evaluation is almost over and they say I'm going to probably be a doctor or a midwife. To be completely honest, Id rather be a midwife than a doctor because that's where I feel more comfortable. I was with my mother when she gave birth to both Cara and Joy so it's not like I don't know what I'm doing. Maybe I'll become a doctor and then I'll be more comfortable with being a doctor but in both jobs there will be a lot of pressure. If you do even one thing wrong you could kill someone. I just hope that I will be good enough with whatever I do.

On a more personal note, my leg is starting to hurt. I was outside with Anya, Katie, Cara and Joy playing tag (it felt good just to be a kid again) and I tripped and scrapped my leg and the palm of my right hand. It almost hurts to write. I should get going, I've been lazy all day because I haven't had any chores. I'll write later.