I’m not proud to say that, in fact it upsets me, but I would do anything to get to know him more. I would sneak around my parents, and lie straight to their faces just so I could get the chance to get to know him. That worked for a short amount of time until homecoming rolled around. Sherand asked me to homecoming with a poem and a bouquet of flowers, and I knew there was no way I could hide the flowers from my mom and dad. I had to come out with the truth, and it was going to be extremely hard. I told my dad I was asked to homecoming by the school's quarterback. At first he was impressed and then he asked what his name was. This was the point where I knew it would all go down hill. So I told him his name and quickly tried to explain myself, but it was too late. He bursted out in this laugh, it sounded so evil, almost like the devil laughing in my ear. He shot the idea of me going to homecoming with an African American down really fast. I remember so vividly silently weeping in my room wishing things weren't the way they