McLane High School - Greacan Yearbook (Fresno, CA)

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Pen Palette Press ' A FRIEND SO CLOSE A leaf in the wind a cloud in the sky: There will never be the fight words for me to say Goodbye As I see you in my mind, the memories go flashing by: You will never be alone, l will always be by your side. As the years go by, our friendship for each other blossoms like a rose I am so glad that our hiendship has grown so close. So as I say farewell to you this joyous year: I hope you , will never forget our love and cheer. as the moments of Ei your life come closer together: I hope your high school years are the ones you will Wx always treasure. As for now, it is time for me to close. But always remember me, a friend so close. BY KATHRYN PERKINS WOMAN BY ART WORK BY KHEMPHONE LANA THOMAS PHETVIXAY IERE TODAY BY KYLE CAMPHELL 4? mg f Lrg Mi 5 22: ,,,,,, i jg, Mt 'Multffmm mv., , I nu xnxx. ,A V V f o A Ma.?fM!'yaiy?g r. if DREAMS BY ADELA MARTINEZ FOREVER What could forever possibly mean Another place for another dream Is it a place, feeling, or time Does it put more emotion into a line When will forever end How many tears will the word send It's always promised, but what can it prove FOREVER is as long as I 'm me and You 're you Forever means nothing until it's put to rest When two people have tried and given it their best Forever lives long alter we do Everything has to die, forever does too BY STEPHANIE BROWN LOVE GAMES You say you love me: then you leave me again, Stop playing these love games: Where I never win, I thought when I met you: Your feelings were true, You said that you loved me: If only I knew, So when you get bored or desperate or down: Don 't come running to me, I won 't be around: Because loves not a game: where the winner is you Love 's an emotion shared between two. BY KRISTI BORGERT

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ME I feel as if I don 't know who I am And when I think I 've found myself I just don 't understand. I feel so empty so alone and lost I just want to be me but I can 't seem to say the cost. No one seems to understand me They tell me I 'm different Why can 't they see? That I am a person with feelings inside. If they'd just love me for who I am I having nothing to hide! LONELINESS BY KRISTI MILLS BY ERIN DOLIN MY SECRET I have a secret, I cannot tell A One friend talks about another, I just sit and start to wonder. ls it true, should I ask her? I couldn 't write it in a letter. I guess I 'm just a little afraid. Will it matter if it's true? SINGLE LINE DRAWING BY I don't know, I have no clue. I have to find out either way, Is she really what they say. MATT BEAL p THE BY SHERRI THORNHILL CONDEMNATION Until you 've walked a second mile In someone else 's shoes, Or stood an hour in the heat of hurts you did not choose: until your heart has felt the sting Of a criticizing tongue, You cannot taste the salty tears A wounded soul has wrung Unless you 've walked a moon or more Along a thorny road You cannot feel another's need or know his trying load. BY ASMA AKI-ITAR End the Race By Eddie Dibble 124 da Pen Palette Press CHILDS LIFE they call it life, stupid rumor-doesn 't mean its real we gall it hell no one to understand, we 're born to sell, no more smiles, too full of fear, I really don 't know what she 'll say, no mgfe happiness, just a tear, cheated from our life, our innocence taken aw no place to go, so we just runaway, time has changed, justice is the past noway to survive, we just can 't last, we are children the future our life as we look fonvard we die by a knife it could of been dilif erent once upon a time if only someone cared just to be kind this was our story full of pain and strife, god what a way to live a CHILDS LIFE BY KRYS CONLEY

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AS THE END WAS COMING The endless weekends of restless work interrupted my emotional traumas. Involuntarily, I 'd wake up and feel as though I achieved nothing in my nineteen years, but as the sun faded down the irratate day, I felt I could challenge anything: except the lonly enormous book of boredom, the glare of blank paper. They reminded me of my latest weak- ness: the first shallowness of grades in my four years. As the end was coming, I thought of my father, did he feel good about me? Did he feel bad about me? Was he predicting success, or was he imagining the ugly color of failure. As the end was coming, I thought of the cherished friends I had barely discovered in my four years and how many days I had left with them. Do I want the end to come, or I can keep my friends smiles and add depth to my grades. I just sigh and try to leave life 's creative nature alone. Finally yet sadly, the end had come, and all I could do was be glad, as I leave the everyday comfort of friends. BY MARIA ADAME L... ARTWORK BY KET KEO PHOMSOP THE STRANGER Who is this stranger When will he leave me that just walked into my life? How long will he stay? Where did he come from, I want to know Why is he here? what he feels inside holds me near ABSTRACT BY TONY GALLO Illlll I I I yslll ll. I ' lll e I I I flle ,I I I .4 f y , .',,,,f TJIFX Ifx . I2 I I 'Iv I II l llt as lr f l h i fi rrrlffr I ' M i e , Kg oooo I .I ,I A VVV Vfyy My ,,,, J W I xi ll I I llr I I .I aA 1 f W, ' Ll, M' II H M If lls . A I iffy 1 ff. 5 32 X A I g?g ,I e - W l v M I ' 53. I 126 ETERNAL DREAM BY SHANNON CALLAHAN Pen Palette Press 63515 I want him to be near m His dareness, mysteriousness Whenever I need to cry draws me closer His bluntness, outspokenness Who is this stranger That just walked out of . life. Who is this stranger that's part of my life BY ALICIA TON ONLY ME TO BLAME Since you walked through that door, My life has never been the same. Though I have only me to blame. I was lonely and confused, hurt and abused. But you helped me through it all. Now that I 'm better and feeling well I decided to put you through my hell. I know it's wrong but I didn 't care, Because, when has life ever been fair? I hurt you, love, so very bad But it was only because I was mad. I am sorry now, for what I have done. I hope that we can still have fun. Please forgive me, I love you so and what ever you do, just don 't go. Life without you wouldn 't be the same But I 'd have only me to blame. BY BARBARA DEAN