Chelsea's point of view: Cuuuute. So cute. I was drawing hearts at the back of my notebook. This is just too boring. I'm not really interested in student-body elections. All I know is that I'm going to vote for Rick. The end. Suddenly, Portia confidently stood up. "I respectfully nominate Chelsea..." ME?! Nah, that's impossible. I'm not even sure if she knows my name. Or worse, she might not even know that I exist. Maybe she was referring to Chelsea DEVON, the girl sitting next to me. I quickly tapped her shoulder and gave her a thumbs-up sign. She gave me a puzzled look. Ignoring her, I resumed my drawing of little hearts at my notebook. "Ms. Homers!" Shocked, I suddenly stood up. "Yes, Ms. Watchi?" Ms. Watchi sighed. "Were you even listening?" "About the... student-body elections?" I stuttered. The class roared in laughter. Ms. Watchi just sighed and massaged her forehead. "Was that wrong?" I innocently asked. "Were you in another dimension, Ms. Homers?" Ms. Watchi scoffed. "In her hearts universe." Chelsea Devon announced as she held up my notebook and showed it to the class. Obviously, the class burst out laughing. I quickly snatched my notebook from her. "I can't believe you were nominated as President." Ms. Watchi mumbled. SAY WHAAAT?! "M-me? N-nominated? Pre-president?" I stammered, completely shocked. Ms. Watchi sadly nodded. "Wh-who..." I trailed off. "Portia nominated you." Ms. Watchi cut me off, "Ask her why." I turned to pretty Portia and inhaled. "Why did you nominate me?" This really confused me. We didn't even talk to each other since third grade. Portia stood up and smiled. "Didn't you know?" "Know what?" I repeated, still very shocked. Portia's smile widened. "You... ...saved my little brother."