Rick's point of view: "Yes?" I answered unknowingly even though they were not directly talking to me. The couple turned their eyes on me. They looked at each other and both took a step towards me. "I am..." I breathed deeply, "... Rick Anderson." "So, you are the student body president?" the woman confirmed. I nodded weakly. "And you are?" "Chelsea Homer's parents." the man with a strong built introduced. Chelsea's parents?! Right infront of me? And why are they looking for me? "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Homer." I greeted as I extended my hand. But neither of them said a word nor shook my welcoming hand. They just stared at me grimly. "Do you need anything?" I asked with my fake smile pasted on. Ugh, not good. Mr. Homer took a step nearer to me. "I heard my Chelsea got into an accident." he announced gruffly. I shivered with his tone of voice. Boy, he was really angry. "Twice." I corrected with my fake smile still pasted on. "And why didn't you even save her?" the father demanded. His tone elevating. I felt myself heat up. DID NOT save her?! I sacrificed a night's sleep for her. I ran and ran just to look for her. I stayed up all morning in the hospital just to guard her. I wounded my hands just to dig through those broken blocks of posts. DID NOT SAVE HER?! Where were her parents anyway during the accident?! They did not even rush to the hospital when they knew about their daughter's first accident! This is getting me REAL mad. "Are you glaring at me?!" Mr. Homer angrily demanded. Ugh. I cannot even answer him. These are the parents of the girl I love. I could not just burst my anger on them. I have to control it. "I'm sorry." I meekly apologized. "SORRY?! SORRY?! You think everything will be solved with a mere SORRY?!" Mr. Homer screamed as he prepared his fists to crash me down. I shut my eyes tight. This will surely hurt. CRASH. Weird. I did not even feel anything. I slowly opened my eyes... Uh-oh.