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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! Isn't 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 Jenny's 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 Mathew's 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. "Wouldn't 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 couldn't 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, we're sixth graders." I said. He nodded. Pressure was on us, what to say, what to
say? "I'm Jenny, and this is," EEEEK! I had just totally messed up, I was so nervous!
"I'm sorry, I am Valerie, this is Jenny," I said and pointed to my best friend. Our
conversation was developed further into the train ride. 
The next day was spent in a small colonial town. Walking on the streets, we saw a group
of eighth graders that contained Mathew. We smiled at him as he was walking by and he
shouted, "Hey Val." 
"I have to go to the bathroom, come with me Valerie," Jenny said, there was a weird tone
in her voice but I was still overly excited that Mathew hadn't forgotten my name. She
pulled me into an old wig shop bathroom, checked under all the stalls to find that the
restroom was uninhabited. "What in the world happened last night with him, Val?" she
screamed at me. The loopy grin on my face suddenly transformed into a frown, I had no
idea what Jenny was asking me. I thought for a second but still couldn't figure it out.
"What?" is all I could think to say. My eyes were burning as I looked into her saddened
face. Something had hurt her so bad and I couldn't stand to see her so depressed. Behind
the sorrow I had for her was confusion. This sort of thing had never happened before;
never has Jenny been so unpredictable to me. 
"What did you and him do last night and why wasn't I included? All these years, I thought
you were a better friend then that but I guess I was wrong." She ran out of the bathroom
and into the street. I stood in the bathroom, completely bemused. Then it hit me, how
could I have been so blind! On the street when we saw Mathew, he had only said hi to me,
I don't remember him even looking at Jenny, she must have been so jealous. But this
wasn't my fault, why would she be so angry with me? I had to talk to her, make things
right with her. I ran out of the shop to find Jenny nowhere. 
Later that day, Jenny was spotted standing with one of our friends and Mathew. Oh no, I
thought. My other friends told me that Jenny was telling people that her and I got to see
Mathew again in the Wig Shop. 
"She said he told her that he thought you were obnoxious and ugly and she was smart and
pretty," my friend Rachel declared. This was humiliating, and I was furious. I let my
anger take over me. I am not weak; I can beat anyone, especially Jenny, at anything. I
won't let people think stupid things about me, I thought.
"Oh yeah," I said to Mathew the next day, "She's telling everyone that you and her are
going to the turn around dance together at the end of spring." His mouth first formed
into a frown, and then he smiled and burst with laughter. He made fun of Jenny, saying
she was ugly and flat chested. I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his,
and my, mouth. But my evil remarks concerning Jenny slurred together as tears filled my
eyes. At that point, I didn't care what Mathew, Rachel, or anyone else thought about me,
only Jenny.
That night I realized how stupid letting Mathew come between me and Jenny. No guy could
ever take her place because I have more fun with her than I have with anyone else. We
tell each other everything, which includes things I couldn't tell Mathew. Things had to
be made exact with Jenny, I thought I would die if they weren't.
Meanwhile, Jenny was suffering from the humiliation of Mathew's comments about the rumor
that I had started. 
"I talked to her about you, Valerie," Rachel was always involved in situations such as
these. "She said she wanted to get even with you and she tried to think of something to
do. Then she just broke down crying." The thought of Jenny crying upset me, but
comprehending that she didn't really want to get revenge on me enlightened me. I wasn't
sure if she was going to be ready to apologize to me though. Hence, I made the first
move. 
"I'm really sorry Jenny," I apologized sincerely. She was still unsure and stared ahead
with her mouth slightly parted, but I could tell she was willing to forgive me. I knew I
was going to have to make this good. "I don't know what I was thinking when all this was
happening…I didn't mean to hurt you one bit. And I realized that nothing is more
important to me than you and I don't know where I would be without you Jenny!" And now it
was her turn.
"I'm sorry too Val." She looked straight at me, and her sympathetic gaze made me melt.
"Everything I've ever done has been with you expect for these past few days. I can't say
how much I missed you! You matter so much to me and I think we should remain friends
forever." 
"Wonder what Yuri is doing right now," Jenny said slowly. And in unison, we both
screamed, "WHO CARES!"