Dear Diary,

I sat behind Shelly Deakins in homeroom today, and she totally farted, REALLY LOUD, and everyone laughed, but I didn't laugh even though I was sitting right behind her and it totally reeked, but everybody always laughs at Shelly and calls her a dork, even though she's totally cute and smart and has really cool glasses frames, and I totally have a thing for her long nose with that big hump in the middle just like mine, I think it's soooo cute, but nobody would understand if I told them, they'd think I was a freak, and if I told Shelly, she'd think I was creepy, so I always try to sit behind her and stare at the way her bra strap makes that bump in the back of her shirt, and I totally want to play with her hair, but she might feel it or someone might see, and I'd never live it down like that time in 7th grade when Mrs. Crawford told me to stop humming to myself during the test, and I didn't even know I was doing it, and everybody laughed at me.

I wonder if Shelly laughed. 

I hope she didn't laugh.