Later, I didn't sleep much. I wish Jennifer and Mr. Jackson wouldn't cause this problem in the first place. I wish I can come up with a plan to break them up so this can be stopped. But if I did that, they might blame that on me and make things worse. I didn't fall asleep until around four am. Only because my blood sugar was low and I had orange juice to get my blood sugar to go back to normal.

The next day, Dad noticed how tired I was.

"You looked tired," said Dad.

"I didn't sleep too much," I said. "I wish Mr. Jackson and Jennifer could just break up so this can be over."

"I know," said Dad stroking my hair.

"I'd like to make a plan, but then I realized if I did something to cause them to break up, they might blame it on me and make things worse. I don't know what to do anymore," I said. "I just can't take this any longer."

Then, I had an idea to make everything stop. But I was too tired for school since I didn't sleep most of the night, so Dad decided to keep me home, which is a good idea. Later, I was good enough to be with Cam.

I was talking to him on the way to the studios after he noticed my bruised eye and crutches and we both decided to come up with a plan to break Jennifer and Mr. Jackson up. Just to tell them on how I feel.

"Let's pray it would work. I am tired of being teased because of them," I said.

"Telling people how you feel usually works," said Cam.

"There is one problem: I don't think that would cause them to break up," I said. "I want to end the bullying, that's all."

At the studios, I said, "Before we start recording anything, I have something to say."

"Not right now," said Jennifer.

Cam and I looked at each other.

"I think we should," said Cam. "Recording the CD can wait. Do you realize what's happening here with Mary Anne because of you and Mr. Jackson?"

"I am tired of being bullied. Thanks to you, Grace tripped me that caused me to sprain my ankle and I got hit in my eye by Cokie. Thank goodness she go thrown out because of that. This is all your and Mr. Jackson's fault. It's a good thing Cokie isn't in Annie because I wasn't going to quit because of her," I said in my firm voice.

"Don't talk to me like that," said Jennifer.

"Tough, that shouldn't happen in the first place," I said. "You just don't care about what has been happening to me. I got so stressed out that my breathing problems had gotten worse and I was hospitalized. Plus, my blood sugar has gone crazy. If you're going to be like that, I won't attend the concert in New Jersey this weekend."

"Me either," added Cam. "Mary Anne is right. I have the right to be in this because I'm the one who cares about her, not you."

"Mind your...," started Jennifer.

"How about not?" asked Cam. "I don't want to see Mary Anne to get hurt when she's being teased."

"I think we're done for the day, you are being too tough. I was just telling you how I felt," I said. "We can record tracks another day."

"Yeah," agreed Cam.

We left and we couldn't believe that Jennifer won't care about my feelings.

"Would Mr. Jackson understand? You can try talking to him," said Cam.

"I could try to do so," I said.

That sounds like a good idea. I can't do the National Tour right now due to my injury, so Kathi's taking over for me like she did one time when I sprained my ankle after Cokie dared to do something dangerous like riding my bike in the street and I got hit by a car. Dad was so angry that he forbidded her to stay away from me, which she hasn't done to do so at all.

At home, I was in my room crying. I still couldn't believe that Jennifer won't care about my feelings. I think she's changed since she got engaged to Mr. Jackson. So does Cam.

"Mary Anne?" asked Dawn as she came in. "You're home early."

"Because of Jennifer," I said as I told her about it. "She doesn't care about my feelings."

"You had the right to tell her on how you feel. I'm glad Cam's the one who cares about it," said Dawn.

"Me, too," I agreed. "Cam wants me to try to talk to Mr. Jackson."

"I agree that you should," said Dawn.

That night, Dad probably came home early because when he came by, he noticed how upset I was.

"Is everything okay, sweetie?" asked Dad as he came in to be with me. "I'm surprised that you're home early."

I told him everything while I was still sobbing.

"Oh, it'll be okay," said Dad.

"I hope talking to Mr. Jackson would make him understand about my feelings," I said.

"I'm sure it will," promised Dad.

I'm glad I can count on my dad.