People say I worry too much, but I can't help it. It's normal to be worried, right? I hope I won't get stressed out because I'm concerned about my blood sugar to rise. In the middle of the night, I didn't sleep because I was still concerned to be teased. I have the right to worry about anything. I got up and came down. I was in the living room when Dad, who must have heard me, came down.

"Are you alright? It's too late for you to stay up, honey. Are you still worried about what happen if the kids learned about Mr. Jackson dating your manager?" asked Dad.

I nodded. "I just can't picture that part. I got a bad feeling about it."

"You'll never know," said Dad.

Was that supposed to make me feel better? Maybe, maybe not. If it does happen, Cam and I will never ever forgive Jennifer for that! I'm serious.

It took me a long time to fall asleep. I don't know how I finally did because I woke up after that a nightmare that I had. It was based that the kids were after me when they found out that Jennifer and Mr. Jackson were getting married! It was horrible!

I almost didn't want to go back to sleep. The next day, I nearly decided not to go to school, but I also decided not to worry about it since this would be a secret. Marci told me she's a good secret keeper, so at least I didn't have to worry about that part.

I took a shower because I came down dressed. I had cereal for breakfast.

"Were you able to sleep last night?" asked Dad.

"Not much. It took me awhile to get to sleep. When I did, I had this horrible dream about I was getting bullied after I learned Mr. Jackson asked Jennifer to marry him," I replied.

"Oh, I'm sure you'd be fine today," said Dad.

After I had breakfast, I got up to finish getting ready for school. Then, I left after that. I walked by myself. At school, I went to my locker when Cokie was walking by.

"I heard Mr. Jackson has a new girlfriend. It's in the paper today," said Cokie.

"No way. Who is it?" asked Grace

"Jennifer Vega who happens to be the manager for Cam and Mary Anne," said Cokie.

They just laughed. It's in today's paper? Now, I'm worried and afraid at once. At lunch, I told the others what I heard from Cokie.

"What?" asked the others in their shocked voices.

"Yep. They just laughed. I hope that was a joke," I said.

"It's not, look," said Marci who came to show it to me- she had to sneak that section in school. Very clever.

Oh, boy. I gulped. I put it in my backpack before anyone can see it. After lunch, I was going to my class when Cokie ran by and pushed me into my locker.

"Hey! Watch where you're going," I said.

Too late. She was in the crowds. I was trying to get up, but having trouble getting up. Marci probably ticked Cokie off because she rushed to help me up.

"Are you okay?" asked Marci. "Boy, you have a bruise coming on."

I noticed she was right. Cokie picked on me after school when Marci showed up.

"Get lost, Cokie," said Marci.

"Oh, what are you going to do about it? Beat me up?" asked Cokie.

Marci hates fighting as she and I left in a hurry after our trips to our lockers.

"You better not mess up on a single line or a lyric on your CD," said Cokie.

"How about you could shut up?" asked Marci. "For you info, that will never happen. Leave my friend alone."

Thank god for Marci. At home, I was in my room feeling so embarrassed about today. Why did it had to be in the paper to pick on me? I do not need that. This is going to cause me feel miserable, my grades could drop thinking about it, and possibly making a mistake as a secretary- which I never did. And, I don't need my blood sugar to be high.

To my luck, Dad was off and came up while I was doing homework and said, "Want to take off for the afternoon with me? I need to go shopping for new clothes. We can leave in awhile after I do a few pages for paperwork. That won't take long."

I gave with a grin. "Okay. I'll continue my homework while I wait."

I just had to do math and Science. I did Science first. Math was on fractions, which was simple. It was on division and I figured it out on how that right away. I was almost done when Dad came back up.

"I'm all set now. We can go now," said Dad.

"Oh, good. I'll finish the rest later when we get back," I said getting my purse and putting my homework in my backpack for now.

"Okay," said Dad.

We left the house and drove off.

"Some of my clothes were either getting too small or too tight. Want to help me pick them out?" asked Dad.

"Sure. I like the idea," I said.

"You can buy new clothes after that if you want," said Dad.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I don't mind," said Dad.

"Well, okay," I said. "Where do you have in mind?"

"There's a new store in Stamford called Stamford Clothing Store, so we can try it there," replied Dad.

"I heard about that. That's not far from your office," I said.

"That's right. Just a mile after that and I believe, two and a half miles from the recording studios," said Dad.

"Really?" I asked as he nodded. "I never knew that. All I know the store was getting ready to open when we drive by there from the limo."

"Randy told me he went there. It's pretty big," said Dad.

"Did he like it there?" I asked.

"He did. He picked out a few suits for work. They look nice on him," said Dad.

"I bet," I said.

When we got there, it was big alright.

"Wow," I said.

A few minutes later, Dad was already picking out the clothes and went to the fitting room to try them on.

"What you think about this?" asked Dad who tried on a shirt with his belly shown.

"Um, Dad, isn't that a belly shirt?" I asked.

"You're right," said Dad who was laughing.

"Because I don't think you would let me wear any belly shirts," I said with a honest smile.

That's what you call me a fashion expert. He was trying on another when Cokie showed up. Now what?

"Well, isn't it cute?" asked Cokie.

"About what?" I asked.

"Being here with your boyfriend," said Cokie.

I laughed and said, "Actually, I'm with my father."

I saw him coming out with a shirt that is much too long like a nightgown- don't worry he noticed, too.

"Boy, what would his folks think of that?" asked Cokie rudely.

"He's an adult and his parents are dead," I said. "Plus, I'm just helping him out, so leave us alone."

I walked away and stayed near the fitting rooms. Cokie is so immature. Dad picked out clothes that were just right. I did decide to pick out clothes myself while Dad picked out new pants. I found two shirts I liked. One is a cat that is sort of like Tigger, one had a red and white hearts, and blue sailor style.