When I was about 11 years old, I moved to Rhode Island and started attending a predominantly white school.
Some girls invited me to a “party.”
My mom was strict. She said I had no business going to a party with no adults present, especially with people she didn’t know. They didn’t let it go. They called me over and over that day, begging me to sneak out. One of them even said her mom would lie to cover for me.
Something didn’t feel right, so I stayed home.