High-Five as "Autumn" 
 
 So here's how it went:   

 "Go to your room...." Dad said when he saw my date pull up in  front of the house.    

  I was, like, standing in the front room, ready to cut out, a hot flush  spreading over my cheeks from the heat of his words.     

 Eddie got out of his car and rang the door bell. My Dad opened the door.  My   

 "Is High-Five home?" Eddie asked, smiling.   

  "Not to you, boy."  Then he slammed the door shut in Eddie's face.   
   
 

I'm  so bummed.   I don't want to eat dinner  'cuz  my Dad's the real turkey.   He made me feel like a total wastoid.    It was so lame,  so humiliating.  
 

 Here's what went down: My Dad said that my date, the guy  I  asked to come watch my fashion show,  Dad said  he was a honky. 

     He's not!   He's Italian.   

    Don't  Dads ever understand how a girl feels when they say those things?  How put-downy I feel? 
 

EDDIE'S MY CRUSH! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

   I wanted to die.  I ran up to my room and I wouldn't come out all day.   So I didn't do the fashion show.   Who cares?  "I'm ugly," I cried.  "I'll never be a model."  

   "You're beautiful, baby," my Dad said, but he didn't fool me.   

   Now that he got his way, he was all cool with me again, but it didn't work.     
  
   Doesn't my Dad see that he makes me feel ugly?  

SO  I'm not, like, understanding any of this.  Eddie is such a hottie and I want to date him.  I's not a color thing -- but it's cool that he's taller than I am  (not by much, but tall enough), he plays b-ball and thinks Shaq and Kobe are cool!   
 

 Why do I have to live my   
life sitting on his side of  
the fence?