Robbie's perspective

Man, I thought I'd never get my legs out of that windshield, but all of a sudden, I was free and looking down at my shiny new Nikes Mom and Pop had just bought me and everything else, including my seventeen-year old body, going up in flames. I don't remember what that felt like. Must have blocked it out, which is a good idea cuz that's not a memory I need to repeat.

You know, Coach Ripley talked to us about drinking and driving. He kept trying to get me to come to one of those S.A.D.D. Student Athletes Detest Drugs meetings, but I thought they were stupid. Not any more. It's just this wasn't supposed to happen. I know I like my brew, my sunshine for that cloudy day, but I've never been in an accident before. And I wasn't even driving this time. Andy didn't even have that much, but we were clowning around so much, he couldn't help but lose control of the car.

I love that they tried to save me. I know they all tried hard. But wasn't nothin' they could do. Now, as I look back, I wish I hadn't called Andy's name out. I couldn't help it then. I was just so damn scared. But I can see Andy, can see how he's hiding his real feelings. And he's not taking that shrink seriously. It's cool that his parents set him up with a shrink, but it's like they just dumped him with the psychologist, like they don't really want anything to do with it all.

And I hate that someone put that "Killer" sign on Andy's locker. Yeah, I know who did, and that punk Brewster Carr hasn't heard the last from me. He better watch his step.

I sure hate I missed that last game. That's what really made me start worrying about Andy. He's got a crazy look in his eyes, and I know that guilt is eating him up. He's gotta get over it. But I don't know how.