Black the Prom Queen

Your name is Elisha van Neuren but everyone calls you Ellie. Your Dutch-German heritage has given you naturally blonde hair, fair skin and grey-green eyes. You are 5'8 with long legs and a slim build, which make your perky 'c' cup breasts look impressive. With your perfect physique and flawless face, you could aspire to be a model if you didn't come from a wealthy family who wouldn't approve. But regardless everyone at school follows your exquisite fashion sense.

Everyone knows you are the prettiest, most popular girl in school. The cheerleaders always asked you to join their squad, but you refused to be just one of the team. You are one of a kind, and to you all the other girls follow or get out of the way. Now in senior year of high school, you simply assume that you will be voted prom queen, and so does everyone else.

Except... in the week leading up to the big night, after the dress is bought and the perfect date has been selected, you hear a rumor that a shocking surprise is in store for you. Not that you will be passed over for some other girl, for prom queen you shall surely be. But there is a conspiracy afoot to nominate a black prom king, so that sweet blonde Ellie will have to pose with a negro, dance with a negro, maybe even kiss a negro, in front of everyone.

You have always been repulsed by the few blacks you have met. Maybe it started when you were younger and your parents told you to stay away from them, that they love to pretty little white girls, and that gangsta, rap, stud lifestyle is so totally different than your safe, vanilla world. Another reason not to become a cheerleader, and just offer yourself to some glistening African athlete as a present all ready to unwrap.

Does someone now think, does everybody think, that pretty little Ellie is a racist? Is someone trying to teach you lesson, or is just the beginning of your education?