Good Luck for Love

Julia L
12.21.2009


Prologue:
Megan
It was summer of 2003, and the day before school. My best friend James and I were playing at his house outside on his tree fort. I remember I was wearing a pink Addia’s shirt and my shorts and flip-flops. James was wearing a Giants football jersey. We were in his tree house talking and playing UNO. We were talking about school and summer break and then we got onto the subject about who we like

James
During the summer of 2003 me and old friend name Megan were hanging out. We were playing her favorite game UNO. I always liked her even when I was little and when boys thought girls had cooties. I was the only boy in my grade who didn’t believe in them. I remember asking her
“Who do you like?”
“Um someone but I can’t tell you.” Megan replied
“Why not?”
“Because he doesn’t like me. It doesn’t matter we are just friends and that’s good enough for me.”
“I hope you like me” I finally said
“Well I do.”
I paused for a moment. I didn’t know what to say because I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth ‘I like you too.’

Meagan
I remember he paused. I was so scared I just shared my darkest secret and he didn’t have anything to say.
“Well I like you too.”
Thank god he finally said something. I was thrilled I dropped my Uno cards.
“What do we do know?” I asked.
“How ‘bout you kiss me?” he said
I was so thrilled I had my first kiss in his tree house just him and me. The person I liked since 1st grade and my best friend.

James
School started and me and Megan were best friends. But things started to change. She stared hanging out with other people and so did I, we both became different people but we thought were would fight through all the annoyances. She stared hanging out with all the people we use to make fun of and the brats. We stopped talking all of a sudden and then she started to act weird and snotty, and then I kind of gave up on her, I wish I hadn’t but everything happens for a reason. Right?

Megan


It’s a typical stupid Tuesday morning; and once again I have to go to school. This morning I woke up to my annoying little fourteen year brother blasting his rock /metal band music or whatever. I couldn’t take it anymore! I finally walked out of my room, marched right into his and unplug his iPod dock; I walked back to my room with my brother Nick yelling in my ear. I just ignored him and slammed my door in his face. He never has anything important to say so why bother listening?
If you haven’t notice it already I am queen bee at my school. Or the school brat. It’s not like a planned it but it just happened. I’m not planning any time soon to stop my power .I practically have everyone in my school in my hands. I may as well be principle because I can run the school better than he can.
After I’m done my mom makes me and my family eat breakfast together. I’m already late so I just grab a piece of toast off the table, kiss my mom on the cheek and walk out the door. One of my families butler’s drives up the driveway with my Bentley, 2009. I walk to the driver’s door. My butler walks out holds the door for me, gives me my keys shuts the door and I speed off quick to pick up my friends. I have a feeling today will be a good day.
James
It’s Tuesday, football tryouts. Today I’m sitting with my friends at lunch, John to the right and Will to the left. They are fighting over which wrapper is better. I agree with Will; Lil Wayne is one of the best wrappers…ever.. I see this one girl named Megan across the lunch room. I think she likes me because all she does is try to flirt with me. Apparently she hasn’t got the message; I’m not into rich snotty brats. Oh great, she’s walking over here. All my friends stop and stare and I just eat my turkey sandwich. Megan is right behind me with her arm on my shoulder. I can smell her overdose of perfume. I can’t tell if it’s cheap or not but it reminds me of wet dogs.
“Hey James.” Meagan says “I’m having a party Friday; I’m expecting you to come.” I feel like I can never get her off my back sometimes. I’m just sitting there now. I’m practically ignoring her at this point.
“JAMES!” Meagan calls out. “You’re coming aren’t you?”
I hesitate. “Uh maybe; I don’t know what I’m doing yet this Friday.”
“You’re coming to my party.” Yes I know. I’m making her mad at this point but I don’t care she never leaves me alone.
“I said maybe, I might be busy.”
“Yeah, busy coming to my party. Okay well I have to go. But I expect to see all of you there at my party Friday.” She winks at me, “bye.”
Megan sweeps her hand across my shoulders hitting my wavy dirty blonde hair. She’s finally walking away and I can get back to lunch, but all my friends are talking about how hot she is. I would rather have my friends yelling in my ear about which wrapper is better than go to her party.

Megan

Friday equals a lot of things. I will become more popular than I am right now, ( if that is even possible) the day where I will have the whole school in my hands and the day were James will finally be mine. Lately I’ve been seeing James with this one new girl at my school, her name is like Terse or Maryssa but who knows, because I surely don’t. But that one frizzy hair brunette won’t get in my way. No one will.
The whole school is here, besides the dorks, the nerds and the weirdoes. I walk down my huge stairs in the foyer. I walk around and finally see my friends, They tell me about James.
“Wait what about James?” I said worried but not to show it
“James is dancing with that one brunette.” Alex told me
It’s too bad that they don’t know that I already know what to do. I walk onto the dance floor and up to James.

James

While I’m dancing with a girl named Taylor, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around. Guess who it is.
“May I interrupt?” Meagan says
Without another word Taylor walks off and sits with a group of girls. There goes my chance with her. I nod to Megan letting her know I will dance. I don’t know why I did but I just did. Don’t judge. A slow song comes on and me and her start dancing
“So who is that girl you were dancing with before?” Megan asks me.
“That’s Taylor. A friend” I replied.
“Oh it better be.”
` “Meagan I don’t know if I can take your possessiveness over me anymore. It’s too much!”
“Wh-what are you talking about?”
“Megan your to clingy and we aren’t even together. And you can be a real brat sometimes.”
Meagan starts backing up and is about to say something. But before I can say “Megan watch out” she gets hit with a cake by someone who accidentally tripped into her. She starts to tear up and runs away. People turn and stair and start to laugh. I am running after her at this point. She ran upstairs to clean up the mess. And now I have to be the one cleaning it up, not that I caused it, but to help her and the cake stain.
I follow Megan into the bathroom and she standing right in front of the mirror trying to get out the stain with soap and wet toilet paper. I see her black mascara running down her face. I can almost feel her sorrow.
“What do you want?” Megan calls out.

Megan.

“We need to talk.” James says but not in a mad tone. More like in a I’m sorry softer way but I’m rubbing it in your face if that makes sense. With out saying anything I try to grabbed for the door knob but James moves in front of it. Great.
“I wasn’t done explaining.” James tells me
“James you don’t have to say anything, I know I’m a total brat. You don’t think I know that? It’s just me because of my image, I wasn’t always like, but with this image I have to be. And I can’t just like bale on it. I know you don’t like me, I got the message”
“The image didn’t create you; you create yourself and who you are going to be. Megan, you’re cute and I would like you, but it’s your personality.”
“Yah I know, I wasn’t always like this.”
“I know you weren’t. Remember when we were like fourth grade and we were best friends?”
“Yes.”
“I miss that person.”
“So do I,”
“So let’s bring her back.”
“You just did.”

James

What I just heard gave me a chill inside, it’s like I’m in love with her or something, but isn’t that impossible? I am clueless of what to say now, we just stare at each other for about 30 seconds and smile, they we were interrupted by a nock on the door. I turn around awkwardly like to open it a guy burst it. Before we think what he is going to do Meagan and I practically sprinted out. We just look at each other.
“Thanks James. Bye.” Megan says
That’s all she has to say? Now that I finally have feelings for her I just let it slip away, great…

Megan

It’s now the Monday after my party and I’m at school. I just got done confronting my friends about how sorry I am and that I’m change and changing my attitude; and if they don’t like it I don’t care. But it’s all fine everything is back the way it should be; beside the fact I still like James… A lot but I know that he doesn’t like me more than a friend. He already told me that at my party obviously.
Next thing I know is James is walking over here. I don’t know how to react so I smile and turn to my locker. James walks right pass me. I feel relief but want to talk to him. But then he walks to the other side of me and leans on some kid’s locker. It’s like a win lose. He started talking to me.
“Hey Megan” he says.
“Hey James” I turn around and say softly.
“I was wondering what your doing this weekend?”
“Oh; um, nothing really, why?”
“I was wounding if you wanted to come over and hangout this weekend.”
With out a question I say yes. I’m so excited to hang out with him this weekend but I’m just glad we are at least friends.

James
I walk off from standing next to Megan and start to walk to my friends. They all high-five each other thinking I’m going to get with Megan. First I want to go out with her but I finally gave her the message that I don’t like her but now I do. I really messed things up. Second I’m not going to ruin this shot for myself. I think she finally got over me but my number one wish right now is that she hasn’t got over me


I’m now at my house waiting for Megan. I’m excited to have her over again. I wait in my living room watching the high lights of the football games on ESPN. I hear the doorbell, I answer the door and Megan walked in. She likes great right now.
“Want anything to drink or eat” I asked. I know awkward question.
“No thanks I’m good.” She replied
“Hey I set up stuff in my tree house if you want to go”.
She nodded in reply.
Megan
My and I walk up to his tree house in his huge back yard. I can’t stop starring at him. He’s amazing. Hot, nice, star o the football team. He’s everything. I walk up the side of the tree with the ladder on the side of the tree. The tree is exactly how I remembered it. The blue and yellow paint on the walls. And the same raggedy hard rug in the middle. James somehow put up a small T.V. he has his X-Box set up. We started to talk and play his Football game. I am as horrible as you think. I can’t even run in a straight line. Me and James got onto the topic of who I like now. Great just what I wanted.
“So who have you been likening lately?” James ask
“Oh just this silly boy. Who have you been liking?” I ask
“ This one girl. She’s amazing. I don’t know what to say to her”
“Tell her you like her.”
“I can’t, because I love her.”
“ Well just tell her then.”
“I just did.”
I was in shock. I didn’t know how to react. I finally got the point. And I was thrilled
“ Who do?”
“Yah. A lot.”
“ I’m happy to know that.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m in love with you too.”

James
I’m thrilled. And so excited. I can’t believe that she’s love me too. We were silent for a second but then I leaned in. And then she leans in. We are close and then we kiss. I can’t believe we are finally together. I love her and she loves me. I lips are soft and she is gentle. We slowly pull away from each other and look into each other’s eyes. We both didn’t say anything; we didn’t haft to.
Megan
I look into his eyes. They look innocent, helpless. Kind of like a puppy dog. We didn’t say anything. He then lean back in and so did I. We started to kiss again, I couldn’t ask for anything better. Then we stopped. I kind of got disappointed. But it’s getting better the more we are talking. We started talking about what we missed out on each other. And everything felt normal and wonderful again. Everything is right where it belongs..



















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Crying Girl

Cry
Roy Lichtensein
Julia Lutz
Hr.4
Reagles

Imagine you are at a visualize art museum, and you look at every art piece in their both nothing comes to significance. All of a sudden you walk past this one bright 4 colored, cartoon looking painting and you are now thinking, sensation. That moment will happen to you if you come to the Milwaukee Art Museum and see “Cry” by Roy Lichtensein. If you take time to oversee this artwork you can feel the emotions Roy Lichtensein brought to it.
First, Roy Lichtenstein was a great artist. He was born in 1923 and study art all through his life. Roy Lichtenstein started to make most of his famous art work through his 40’s/ the 1960’s. During that time period many immense occasions occored; such as, Vietnam War, the Civil act Right. All of these events could have relate to his paintings. Seams Every painting he created could have interconnected to these happenings.
Though Roy Lichtensein work was related to giant actions in America, the crying girl was one of his most famed piece of art work he created. In the painting they’re four basic colors in it; red, yellow, and blue. I believe the girl has a basic customary life that she is living. Though the girl has a basic life she is crying; not a cheerful cry but a said depressed weep. Roy Lichtensein piece was created in 1964 and many actions occurred during that year. But since the girl seems like she is living a basic life, I feel like her husband/boyfriend/ or even fiancé is leaving for the Vietnam war. Of course you and I can feel her sorrow and she is dreadfully gloomy. Though the art work “Crying Girl” is remarkable, it’s hard not to feel the heartrending feeling when looking at it.
Looking at an art work piece by Roy Lichtensein is a heartwarming feeling. The art work of “Crying Girl” gives me the chills looking at it. Over seeing this piece I look for what the artist was trying to say; I believe I found that. Taking my time to look at this piece and looking for the deep feeling was somewhat blissful.

What does it mean to you?

Have you ever had a secret about yourself that you can’t let anyone know? Melinda the main character from the book Speak has her own secrect she can't share. In fact, Melinda had many predicaments but expresses them through art. Within the book there are symbols that mean more to the eye.
In the beginning Melinda was assigned to create an art project based off a word; Melinda’s was tree. Within the book what Melinda feels Melinda creates. As it says on page 78 it says “I can see it in my head: a strong old oak tree with a wide scarred trunk and thousands of leaves reaching for the sun. There’s a tree in front of my house just like it. I can feel the wind blow and hear the mockingbird whistling on the way back to her nest. But when I try to carve it, it looks like a dead tree, toothpicks, a Childs drawing. I try to bring it to life but I can’t." At first in Melinda’s mind it’s perfect; Just like how she wants her life to be but it can’t. And in reality it’s not perfect one bit. She images this perfect world that will not come true. Just like how the tree in her mind it. Even though Melinda thinks of something perfect in reality nothing is.

In addition who would ever guess an art teacher will help someone free themselves.
Mr. Freeman is a art teacher who helps the main character. Mr. Freeman is a symbol of helping Melinda be free. Melinda won’t tell anyone what happen or express her feelings; Mr. Freeman gives her a chance to let all of her emotions out. Just like in his name. on page 30 Melinda says “For a solid week, ever since the pep rally, I’ve been painting waters of trees that have been hit by lighting. I try to paint them so they are nearly dead, but not totally.” Melinda is mad apparently. She wants to die like the trees but doesn’t was to go away, at least not forever. Melinda would have never admitted that but in art it shows what she is saying.

Keeping in a secret about yourself that no one can know is scarring. Symbols show expressions with yourself and others to show what they are feeling. Also everyone needs someone to help free themselves not just from themselves but from the world. Life means so much more that just looking at it with the human eye.