Mathew and his amazing journey to break my heart“Look how his hair curls on his forehead! Isn't he so cute?" I whispered to my best friend Jenny who was sitting 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 even turned out that I could tell what she would wear that day, without her even telling me. We were exactly the same too; in love with Mathew Jackson, in love with NSYNC, in love with the color pink, and the list goes on. I still have memories of the matching pink hats to our pink dresses we wore at Easter. And the Barbies we played with in Jenny's pink dollhouse. Even the coloring books we colored completely pink. Plus I still have trillions of best friend necklaces that Jenny and I bought and trillions of letters explaining that JENNY AND VALERIE ARE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER So that's why I could tell you that Jenny would agree with my comment about Mathew's hair. "Yes, I am!" whisper. We were still amazed to be in the same room as Mathew Jackson, the handsomest boy in eighth grade; I take him back, the most handsome middle school boy either of us had ever seen. He was an accomplished student and athlete. It 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 looking at some of the fundraisers we could do to raise money for our trip to Washington DC in April. When Jenny and I found out that Mathew would be on the trip, we knew we had to be there. The calendar on the wall said the month would be February, and if we skipped a few pages to April, “DC TRIP!” it was marked red and yellow, our school colors. We were going to ride a train from Tennessee to Washington DC. I wanted to raise a lot of money to help my parents as much as possible, not to mention get noticed by Mathew, which was top of the fundraising committee rankings, to raise more money.