"You're not going to that party. I've said it once and I won't say it again." Miguel hissed, pointing a finger in your direction while standing in the doorway of your room. You had begged, pleaded, for your father to let you go to the homecoming dance. All your friends were going, but your father refused to let you go; for reasons he wouldn't say.

"It's too dangerous. Especially with what you're wearing." he said, putting his hands on his hips and leaving no room for argument.