When i was in the 6th grade and all through school, i was an outcast. I wasn't like every other six grader that were already dating and making out, or going to parties. I think i still played with dolls. Anyways for valentines teachers would make us play a secret santa, but valentines version, we call it "angelito". Like "little angel". We all had to pull a name out of the bag and get them a present for 3 weeks or 4. Each week the present went from a chocolate to something bigger. For the last angelito, everyone got either a CD, stuffed animal, clothes or what ever. Well to my luck, the boy who pulled my name was Ronald Zorrilla, and for the last angelito, well, he claims he forgot, so he took one of his sisters stuffed animal, washed it, perfumed it and wrapped it with newspaper and gave it to me. I was heart broken and mad. That he did for valentines...
For my birthday that year, i made a water party, all my classmates went to my house and were having fun getting soaked with the hose. Well Mr. Ronald had to fall and break his chin, my mom had to end the party and take him to the hospital....
So my six grade was ruined by him... But that's not all... Thanks to today's modern days and Facebook, i got in touch with him, because he is American, and lived in NY, he only lived in DR for he six grade and went back. And we never ever heard of him again, till 2009..... But i'm still not ready to talk about him after the six grade...
