Rick's point of view: What just happened?! Little brother?! What little brother?! When did that happen? "Little brother?" Chelsea repeated, totally confused. "Chelsea saved your ... little brother?" Ms. Watchi also repeated. Her eyes were popped out. Portia rolled her eyes and turned to the class. "Chelsea saved my little brother! To make the long story short, my stubborn little brother was playing under some dangerous swaying posts. Thankfully, Chelsea was there to save my brother just in time before those posts came crashing down! She protected my brother with her body!" Portia excitedly narrated. The whole class fell silent. It was as if World War III was just announced. "Chelsea did something... HEROIC?!" Ms. Watchi exclaimed, completely shocked. Chelsea turned to glare at Ms. Watchi. "That is why, " Portia proudly added, "she was absent for a couple of days." Suddenly, the class went crazy. Everyone was whispering, gossiping and talking. Then, I heard... "Wow. Never expected Chelsea to be selfless. Let's vote for her." Those words just tore my heart apart. Oh no. This is bad. Portia's words were very convincing. I was just about to get Portia as my campaign manager, but... I guess she's not on my side anymore. "So, Chelsea... president?" Ms. Watchi asked as she got her pen and her clipboard. I felt my palms sweat. This is bad. Suddenly, Chelsea turned to me. For a moment, she stared at me and must have read what's written on my face. "No, Ms. Watchi. I object." Chelsea rejected firmly. "But, Chelsea-" Portia quickly stood up. "Portia," Ms. Watchi interrupted, "I'll handle this one." Portia quietly sat down. "And why?" Ms. Watchi raised one eyebrow at me. "I'm not interested at this kind of thing." Chelsea explained bluntly. Ms. Watchi carefully removed her glasses. "I've noticed you, Chelsea. You're very responsible. You're a good competitor for Mr. Anderson." SAY WHAAAT?! Wasn't Ms. Watchi just campaigning for her? Argh. So biased. "No, Ms. Not interested." Chelsea defended firmly. Ms. Watchi grinned evily and grabbed her clipboard. "It says here in Rick's and Chelsea's forms that both of them want to enter University of Arts and Science for their school in college." Ms. Watchi announced to the whole class. University of Arts and Science?! That's my DREAM school! I've been saving up for that prestigious university. "University of Arts and Science?!" Chelsea loudly gasped. This. Is. Not. Good. "And I have one scholarship recommendation letter here. I have decided that whoever is elected as president of the student-body will be recommended by me." Ms. Watchi announced. Her evil grin widened. Recommendation?! Scholarship?! That's AWESOME!!! "It's ON!" Chelsea exclaimed. "What?" I loudly spat out, totally shocked. Ms. Watchi grinned. "Chelsea Homers." Ms. Watchi mumbled as she scribbled Chelsea's name on her clipboard. Chelsea glanced at me and quickly mouthed "I'm sorry." WHAAAT?! Chelsea and I?! AGAINST EACH OTHER??!!!
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Rick's point of view: "Dale, may you please STOP LAUGHING." I ordered to Dale who was laughing with his mouth wide open, showing his tonsils and those disgusting, crushed tomatoes. "I-I c-can't s-stop." Dale gasped, laughing even more. "Seriously?" Lance interrupted, "Chelsea's running against you for presidency?" Hearing this, Dale laughed even more. His mouth was wider than a moment ago. "Thanks a lot." I sarcastically remarked to Lance and gave him an icy glare. "I-I c-can't b-believe that HAPPENED!" Dale exclaimed. "Neither do I." I sighed. "So, what are you going to do now?" Lance asked, "Back-out? Cheat?" "I won't even do either of the things you said." I answered bluntly. "I guess the only thing you can do now is to fight fairly just like last year." Dale suggested while chewing on his new sandwich. "Right." I sighed once again. What can I do? I can't back-out now. It's a University of Arts and Science recommendation letter! I have to fight. "Let's change the topic here." Lance requested, "How was your date with Regina?" Lance asked as he turned to Dale. I turned to Dale. "The date must be mature like always. Did you go to a bar? A hotel?" I teased. "Shut up, you guys!" Dale exclaimed, "We went to see a movie, that's all." "Wow. So innocent." Lance commented. "You must have turned her around." I said to Dale. "Anyway, let's get back to class." Dale said as he got up. Lance and I also got up and followed him. As we got out of the canteen, we heard snickers and giggles all around us. People were looking at us and were pointing to me. "What happened? Did you do something, Rick?" Dale whispered as he looked around. "No, nothing!" I answered, feeling nervous. "Oh my. LOOK THERE!" Lance exclaimed while pointing at something. My eyes traced the direction of Lance's finger. There, I saw a poster with bright, colorful letters. People were gathering around it. They were all snickering, giggling or laughing. The first sentence in the poster was really encouraging. But the 2nd sentence just sent me RAGING MAD that I unintentionally punched the locker beside me. It says... Vote for Rick Anderson! Vote for the CRY-BABY! That made me SO ANGRY. Who WROTE SUCH THING?! Suddenly, I knew... That only ONE PERSON saw me cry. Only ONE NAME flashed into my mind. Chelsea.