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OMFG I SEE YOU ARE D9 FEMALE IN A LOT OF WRITER GAMES!!
          I was d9 girl one time, in the 3rd writer games from Ghost (yeah i think you know who that is xD) AND I WON! so yay xD
          Anyways HIIIIIIII i'm RedTears nice to meet you xD

Are you not doing the Rose Hathen thing anymore?

Thank you for fanning :D

You got a girl part? :o congrats!

Enter the 1st Writer Games: The Death Games... all Tributes still needed :D

Mwahaha... I have just found my old Literacy book from when I was about 8 years old. So if you want to hear my first poems... let me know ;)

Hello my fans I think... anyway I have not one, but TWO things to say here.
          
          1) The first round of voting is now open for Who killed Rose Hathen? So if you want to help decide who the murder is, then head on over.
          2) The second is an extract from a poem I wrote the other day... intrigued?
          
          Some things even you can't see
          A hidden voice inside of me
          A clenched fist, a strangled cry
          A glimpse of a tear as it passes by
          The girl who sits at the other screen
          Hidden in her heart, she can't be seen
          A secret she still tries to hide
          And all these words locked up inside
          
          If you want to read more poems like this I have THREE books of poems... 'Love and tears', 'The gaps in my mask', and as demonstrated above, 'Some things even you can't see.' I feel unloved and unvoted...
          
          Adios x

@XxLittleBlackStarxX @GhostOfTheMagister You need to send me the Who killed Rose Hathen entries to the second task asap or else the story will simply not be able to proceed

ALL SECOND TASK ENTRIES FOR WHO KILLED ROSE HATHEN DUE IN ASAP. THE SOONER I GET THEM THE SOONER WE CAN VOTE.

Bare with only a table and three chairs. Two  were put side by side and the other was on the other side of the table. 
              The detective that drove me here  then sat down in one of the two side by side chairs while I sat in the lone one on the other side. Another man walked in with what looked like a notebook in his hand. He closed.the door behind him and sat next to the detective. Here began the questions.
                " Mellissa  I've heard you were bestfriends with the victim is this true", the detective began.
               "Yes it's true ", I told the detective. I wondered why he never told me who he was talking about. The truth is though, you don't have to ask when this was the.first murder case you had ever heard about in this town in all my years of living here and Rose was by far was the first victim.
               " How long have you known the victim Miss Derskly", he then asked me.
                  " Since she was born".
                   " Was their anyone that could have meant harm to the victim".
                   " Not that I know of ", I told the detective knowing I was lying. This.detective was starting to get on my nerves with that one word he kept using.
                  " Was their anyone that was ever in the victims life that you found kind of shady?"
                    "Not that I can think of."
                    " Was the vic-"
                    " Shut up, why are you talking about Rose as if she is just some victim of a murder. She was a great person and meant a lot to a lot of people." My eyes started to brim with tears and I couldn't take it anymore. 
                I ran out of the bare room and out of the police station. And I let it go. I let go of the tears I bed been holding in since  Rose had died and I cried.
                 About 15 minutes later I  walked back into the questioning room. The detective continued to ask me questions like nothing happened, and the man with the notebook did the same. But not once did the detective say the word victim again.