I had never really been one of those girls who had their first boyfriends at 12,, or 13. Nope. Not me. At that age, I was learning about my intrests. I didn't really have many hobbies, except listening to music and taking long walks by myself in the neighborhood park. I had recently taken up on drawing, and I was really good at it.

At school, you could say I was that girl in the corner, actually paying attention. I had pretty good grades, and I wanted to keep it that way. But other people thought that I was always paying attention, not true. I was always daydreaming and writing stories in my head. Stories on how cool it would be to visit exotic places and have awsome superpowers. Stories on how my life would be more exciting if I had more friends. I would be able to go partying with them, go to the movies and laugh all the time. I fantasized about everything possible, and rarely noticed my surroundings.

Friends, I had some. But mostly I used to hang out with this girl named Emma. She was white, scrawny, pretty features, and a "black girl" kind of attitude. We were complete opposites. I was a more curvy latina girl, shy, and often lost in my daydreams. We hanged out mostly at lunch together, and I felt completly comfortable with her. She made me laugh all the time with her crazy ideas. We actually started a mini food fight once. I always had an awsome time with her, and she helped grow out of my shell.

But, she started hanging out with these other people I didnt really like. She never ignored me, but I stopped hanging out with her when one of her guy friends said I was ugly. He said it in front of everyone,in a serious tone. Everyone waited for me to say something, but I didn't react and the conversation rolled along as if nothing had happened. I know it sounds kind of racist, but thats the reason I completly stay away from puertorican guys.

the next chapter well be called: Highschool

comment pls.. and this actually happened too..:P Since then I've met some decent puertoricans btw :D