Julia was 12 years old. Her best friend was 13. Summer was almost over. School was to start. Julia and Betsy were having lunch BurgerBoy. Betsy had decided that Julia needed a .
“But why?” asked Julia. “I’m okay without one. good is a 12-year-old boy anyway? All they’re in is playing baseball or riding their skateboards. does a girl fit into that picture?”
“Don’t silly,” replied Betsy. “And forget about 12-year-olds. They’re . You should go for someone more experienced—someone at 13 years old. Someone who will carry your and walk you to your classes. You need who’ll give you a Valentine’s Day card and your birthday. You need someone to comfort you you’re sad and lonely. You need someone to you.”
“But my dad does that! That’s what are for. He comforts me; he protects me. he remembers my birthday, too. I’ve got a to carry my books, and I know where my classes are. I don’t need an escort. a Valentine’s Day card means that someone loves . What if I don’t love them back? I ’t want a Valentine’s Day card from someone I ’t love. I don’t love anyone anyway. I’m too . I don’t think I even know what love . Besides, you don’t have a boyfriend. Why should ?”
“Because you're my first client. I've decided that 'm going to be a matchmaker when I grow .”
“Well, if I'm your first client, that means 'll probably also be your first mistake. No, thank .”