I don't even remember the day you leave sixth grade, it's a celebration that takes place here in my country, you leave sixth grade and you have to do a dance and then they give you your certificate and all the protocol, of course, the dance is rehearsed months in advance. Well, in the raffle, I don't know if it was fortune or misfortune, but it was the most stressful thing in my short life. It turns out that I didn't care who to dance with, but it turns out that in the raffle, the popular girl from the sixth grade comes out, that is, the prettiest. And well, I was filled with envy, there I had no problem, why her brother and I played with the pictures and we exchanged them and well I said I was already in confidence but the uncomfortable thing was the others' jealousy if I felt the pressure I didn't know how to dance she told me don't worry I'll teach you I felt relieved then a classmate who wanted to be with her because she formed a grid and convinced the teachers that I wasn't the best option for her total that they separate us it's up to the partner that guy had totally now What did I say, but it turns out that the girl wanted to be with the guy who wanted to be with the popular girl, she got angry and told me I'm going to break your mother if you don't dance well. That dance was very ugly for me. The pressure and then more pressure. I already wanted all those months of pressure to end. I only remember that several classmates told me that the guy who wanted to be with the popular girl was very angry when they gave me as her partner, but it was a bad game for me to get out of there, but in the end, yes, I didn't want to be with her. What inconvenience was there? I was just his friend and he played with his brother with the prints, it was the trust that there was but at an early age I had to be between two loving fires from primary school well greetings community that is a memory from my childhood years