Skipping rope wasn’t the only thing I skipped; class was too.
But if my folks found out about it I was going to be killed.
So, I did what every teenager does when it comes down to the line.
I got my friends to lie for me.
My folks weren’t to know I was skipping school for a girl. Not just a girl but THE girl.
I knew she was the one for me as soon as we met. And she knew too.
But how did you convince your parents that the rich, white girl was suitable for the poor, black boy from the wrong side of the tracks?
So you lied.
And the lies just kept growing.