The Baby-Sitters Club belongs to Ann M. Martin and Scooby Doo was created by Joe Ruby, Ken Spears, and Iwao Takamoto

I was watching a movie on a Friday night. It was late. Dad was working late and closing for Randy, who was on vacation, for a week. The office closes at ten or ten-thirty on certain evenings. Otherwise, it closes at seven when Randy changes the hours in the winter time.

I'm Mary Anne Spier. I'm 15 and live in Stoneybrook, Connectiut. I attend Stoneybrook High School for tenth grade. I was having cereal with bananas as a snack. I have diabetes. In fact, it's brittle. Not hard to hardle it. My blood sugar was pretty high at the time, which is why I was having cereal. The movie that was televised was Rebecca Moorse and Samuel Jackson that Cam Geary, whom I've been with since at the age of 13. It was our first movie together. I was 14 and just started high school. That was fun. I even took insulin after I checked it.

After the movie, I went to bed. I was too tired to stay up. Sharon was still up, so I told her I'd leave the lights on to make it easier for Dad about not coming home in a dark house. She agreed with that idea.

I was already sleeping by the time Dad came home from work. I didn't even hear him at all.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with a headache. When I checked my blood sugar, it was much too high: 400 mg/dl. That's how brittle diabetes is: my blood sugar goes crazy. I went downstairs and drank some orange juice. Dad probably knew I was up because he saw me when he came out.

"Is everything okay, sweetie?" asked Dad.

"My blood sugar was high, that's all," I replied. "I'm just having orange juice."

When I checked my blood sugar, it went down at 250 mg/dl, but it was still high. I had more orange juice and it finally went back to normal. I checked my insulin and it was brown. Luckily, the hospital can change it during the night.

I went to Dad to tell him. We went to change it and took my insulin to be all set. The next day, I went to meet Stacey at the train station to see her father in New York City. She had plans with her best friend, Claudia Kishi, so she didn't get to visit her father yesterday. Stacey decided to invite me to go with her: Claudia has to baby-sit this afternoon.

I was planning to see my best friend, Kayla Willis, at her grave. She died a year ago and it was tough on me. She struggled with leukemia for quite awhile. I miss her too much. It's not easy to forget anyone- especially a best friend.

In New York City, we went to Mr. McGill's apartment to get settled in. An hour later, I went to visit Kayla's grave site.

"I figured I'd come to visit you for a bit. Kaylee and I still miss you. I'm thankful to have her. I'm glad we're still close," I said.

I stayed a bit longer and then, left after ten to twenty minutes. Later, that afternoon, there were breaking news. The cemetery was on fire and they named it.

"That's where Kayla's buried!" I exclaimed getting upset.

Some of the graves were burnt including the Willis' grave and I was shocked.

"You were just there earlier," said Stacey.

"I know," I agreed. "Excuse me. I can't watch it anymore."

I got up and went to Stacey's room. That night, there was more information about the fire, but I stayed in Stacey's room because I did not want to hear it.

I didn't sleep much later on. I even cried. I couldn't believe about what happened to the cemetery including Kayla's grave. Who would do something like that? No one heard me.

The next day, Stacey and I had an early lunch before we got on the train. In Stoneybrook, Mrs. McGill waited for us. She must have known about the fire because she talked about it, but I refused to hear it.

"Can you please drop the subject?" I asked. "I don't want to hear it."

"The news bugged her," whispered Stacey.

"Oh, I understand now," said her mom.

At home, I unpacked the overnight bag and put it away. I was still shaken by the news.

At the dinner, Sharon goes, "Didn't you hear about the fire at the cemetery yesterday in New York City?"

"No, I didn't. I was at the meeting," answered my father.

Me? I didn't say a word. Instead, I left the table to dodge the subject and went to my room.

"Um, what's wrong with her?" asked Dawn.

"I got a feeling that she knew already about it. I can see why it's bothering her, too. Isn't that where Kayla got buried? The news reporter added her grave got burnt," said Carlos.

"I bet that's why Mary Anne's trying to avoid the subject. I don't blame her," added Meredith.

"I should go see her. Excuse me," said Dad as he got up.

In my room, Dad knocked on my door and came in to be with me while I was looking at Kayla's picture in my locket she gave me before she died.

"How are you doing, honey?" asked Dad stroking my hair.

"Just stunned. I had just visited her grave yesterday afternoon," I said. "I wanted to dodge the subject because it bothered me."

"I bet it did," agreed Dad. "Carlos knew why right away. He and Meredith didn't blame you for doing that."

"Oh, I couldn't believe it. I don't understand why someone would do that," I was still sobbing.

"I know," said Dad comforting me while I had my head buried in his shoulder. "It'll be alright now."