Dear Diary,

Someone sprayed me with cologne today. Twice. I think I've gone blind. That's why I'm typing this. I don't need to see to type. I know Brail. Don't ask why. My said she'll take me to the doctor tomorrow. She can't get out of bed today. I understand. The cologne went through my nose, down my throat, and into my eyes. Twice. I'm wheezing constantly. O grrk trskkt qwsk. Oh sorry. I typed the wrong letters. I'm a little rusty. I meant to type, I feel weak.

Every time I sneeze, I feel like an air freshener. The air around me smells like Michel Freeman. He's the kid who sprayed me. Twice. He claims it was an accident. Twice. But the wild grin he has, says something else

Ow.

My eyes are starting to burn again. Will threatened to beat Michel up. I had to hold him back. I don't think I was holding the right guy back at first because someone tugged on my hands and placed them over another body.

That was awkward. Even though I couldn't see. I guess that made it worse. Oh well. I got hit in the face too. Some eighth grader threw a pine one straight at my face. I am in desperate needs of stitches. Even now, I can tell I'm bleeding. My mom is asleep. Lucky me. If she saw my face, she would think I was Frankenstein with no stitches on. Yeesh. The thought of that.

*thump!*

Diary, I just heard something fall. It came from my mom's room. I'll be right back. Though I still need you to answer something. Why did Michel spray me? What's wrong with me?

Love,

Rosie