Baby-Sitters Club don't belong to me. It will always be Ann M. Martin's.

I was getting ready to go away to be in Bahamas for two weeks. We're taking a flight at around ten in the morning. I'm already packed and excited about it. Dad plans to leave at seven to give us time to check in before waiting for our flight, so we'd have to be up at about six. We'll land in Florida and then, we'll get transported to the cruise in Port Carnival. That made sense. I already had my clothes laid out for tomorrow morning to be all set. We can go bed anytime as long as it's not past ten so we can get up early. On top

I'm Mary Anne Spier. I'm 15 and a tenth grader at Stoneybrook High School. I'm not the only one who is going away. Cam and his family are leaving for Florida the day after tomorrow for two weeks as well.

Carlos is all done with basketball season, so he's able to join us. They even won the championship. I like going to his games when I'm not doing anything with Cam. Carlos doesn't mind at all. In fact, I always put myself under unavailable list so I can go see him playing to make sure I don't schedule myself to baby-sit.

At nine-thirty, a few of us went to bed. Meredith and I share the same room and we both enjoy it. We would whisper in bed for a bit until one of us fall asleep. That's what we did.

Three hours later, I couldn't breathe and grabbed my inhaler. Although I used it, I'm still having issues with that. Yet, my inhaler was full. On top of that, I noticed my lips were turning blue. I had pneumonia a year ago, which explains how I began to have breathing problems.

I got up and rushed down to Dad, who was still up, when he noticed something was seriously wrong and asked, "Are you okay, honey?"

"I can't breathe. I just used my inhaler, which was full, but I'm still having trouble," I said. "I also noticed my lips are turning blue."

"Excuse me, Sharon, I gotta leave with Mary Anne," said Dad.

"Okay," said Sharon.

It's nice when she worries about me when I can't breathe. Dad also concerns about me as well.

That was when we left right away to the hospital. I was on the machine for nearly 30 to 40 minutes until I was able to breathe better. I do find that very helpful.

"Feel better now?" asked Dad on our way back home.

"Yes, thankfully," I replied happily. "I hate it when that happens."

"I know," said Dad.

At home, I was back in bed when Dad came in and said, "Are you going to be okay now?"

"I'll be alright," I replied.

"If you need me during the night, you can come and wake me," said Dad.

"Okay," I said.

"Night, honey," said Dad kissing on my forehead.

"Night," said Dad.

Somehow, I slept for the rest of the night without having issues.

The next day, at six am, I was already up. I was taking a shower. The others were also up. I came down after I got dressed. We planned to eat breakfast at the airport. I have diabetes. It's not hard to handle. I was getting a slight headache. Yet, my blood sugar was normal.

"Dad, did we pack Aleve yet? I'm getting a headache. My blood sugar was normal," I said.

"It's in my suitcase. You can go get one, honey," said Dad.

That's what I did with water.

"You can also keep it with you," said Dad.

"Sounds good," I said with a smile.

I decided to relax for a bit until we were ready to leave at seven. Dad didn't blame me for that. When we left, I still had the headache. At the airport, we checked in. I figured if I eat something, I'd feel better. I had McDonald's. I ordered yogurt and water. The headache was starting to go away slowly, but not completely. I took another Aleve while we explored for awhile before we went to our assigned gate to wait for our plane before nine.

The plane arrived 30 minutes later. Everyone got off before we started to line to go on the plane. It takes only 20 minutes to get to Orlando and from there, it takes an hour to get to Port Carnival by a limo. Dad made arrangements for it a week ago.

I sat with Carlos and Meredith. When we landed in Florida, the limo driver offered to grab lunch on the way to Port Carnival, which was nice of him to do so. We choose Arby's. I am allowed to have roast beef, so I had one with a hash brown and Diet Coke. Thank goodness my headache was already gone at the time.