Mathew And His Amazing Journey To Break My Heart Essays

Mathew And His Amazing Journey To Break My Heart Mathew and his Amazing Journey to Break my Heart Look at how his hair curls down on his forehead! Isnt that so cute? I whispered to my best friend Jenny who was seated next to me. Jenny and I have known each other since we were in diapers with teething rings. I could predict what she would do or say; it was even found that I could tell what she would be wearing that day, without her even telling me. We were both exactly alike also; in love with Mathew Jackson, in love with NSYNC, in love with the color pink, and the list went on. I still have memories of the pink hats we had that matched our pink dresses that we wore on Easter. And the Barbies we played with in Jennys pink dollhouse. Even the coloring books we colored completely pink. I also still have trillions of best friend necklaces Jenny and I bought and trillions of letters that spell out JENNY AND VALERIE ARE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER. So this is why I could tell you that Jenny would agree with my comment about Mathews hair. Yes it is! she whispered. We were still astounded to be in the same room as Mathew Jackson, the most handsome 8th grade boy; I take that back, the most handsome middle-school boy we both had ever seen. He was an accomplished student and athlete. He had everything and anything a guy would ever want, definitely a perfect 10. He was the president of Green Valley Middle School. Which explains what we were doing in the same room with him. He was going over some of the fundraisers we could do to raise money for our trip to Washington D.C. in April. When Jenny and I found out that Mathew was going to be present on the trip, we knew we had to be there. The calendar on the wall told the month to be February, and if we skipped a few pages to April, D.C. TRIP!!!!!! was marked in red and yellow, our school colors. We were going to be riding on a train all the way from Tennessee to Washington D.C. I wanted to raise a lot of money to help my parents out as much as possible, not to mention get noticed by Mathew, who was at the top of the fundraising committee, for raising the most money. I sat back and actually tried to concentrate on what he is saying. Jenny was once again seated next to me, this time in our train cabin. We were almost ready to leave the train station in Tennessee for Washington D.C when I decided to share my thoughts with Jenny: I wonder what Mathew is doing right now. I knew she would be wondering also. Me too, she said. Wouldnt that be totally bodacious if he got seated in our cabin? That would be awesome, but totally unrealistic! We knew that we most likely had no chance with Mathew, but we both found it fun to pretend we did. We looked back down at the magazine we were reading. Later, giggling about the outrageous clothing we saw in the magazine, Jenny and I looked up to find ourselves staring at Mathew and his friend Joe climbing into OUR CABIN! We couldnt believe our eyes! Joe burped, pretty loudly, then both jumped up and landed at the same time, which made an enormous thud that echoed throughout the train. Jenny and I exchanged puzzled glances as the two exited the cabin. The train was just starting to move when Mathew and Joe ran back in. He squinted at us. Hi, girls, he said with a smile. Are you two sixth graders? Was he talking to us? I kept asking myself. Finally I came to my senses and answered, as Jenny was still in her own state of shock. Yeah, were sixth graders. I said. He nodded. Pressure was on us, what to say, what to say? Im Jenny, and this is, EEEEK! I had just totally messed up, I was so nervous! Im sorry, I am Valerie, this is Jenny, I said and pointed to my best friend. Our conversation