I've never been used to death...
Tension in the workplace, a jealous ex-boyfriend...
All I have to do is to piece together the evidence and finally close the case file...
But what's bothering me?
I know I'm missing something! There's something else here!
There's a strange fluid in her lungs...I don't buy the claim that she died in the tub.
The stage was set...
...the poor girl was murdered...
[AUTHOR NOTE: Hello everyone! I am going to be écriture a new story and I would like to know if I should continue ou abort the idea. So please critique and tell me what toi think. I appreciate it. :) ~Juli]
Tension in the workplace, a jealous ex-boyfriend...
All I have to do is to piece together the evidence and finally close the case file...
But what's bothering me?
I know I'm missing something! There's something else here!
There's a strange fluid in her lungs...I don't buy the claim that she died in the tub.
The stage was set...
...the poor girl was murdered...
[AUTHOR NOTE: Hello everyone! I am going to be écriture a new story and I would like to know if I should continue ou abort the idea. So please critique and tell me what toi think. I appreciate it. :) ~Juli]
On September 3, Cynthia woke up seeing the beautiful jour outside when she walked out the door.
"Im gonna l’amour this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minutes later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are toi ok? toi look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the jour gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minutes later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.
"Im gonna l’amour this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minutes later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are toi ok? toi look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the jour gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minutes later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.
I'd like to come out and say it. I respect the members here. But the main group which includes my subject of interest, Tak is quite the puzzling equation. I mean if its true that these rules, The rules that make non content spewing people, basicly useless as a fan of what they like, are agreed par the majority. I shall apologize deeply and rest my case, cutting the loss. Now let me be clear. This man a dit too me in argument, " people grew up". Now if im not mistaken, freedom is not a child's plaything. Freedom to have fun with your fandom, is an all age experience. Of course toi have to make a living. But does anyone ever get punched for haveing fun ou simply posting whats on your mind, no? Want to to know why? Because look at the big corporations. Twitter!, Facebook, Youtube. Do not let old fanpop die. Remember back when people had fun and not business. toi could call it a simpler time...I call it a better time. Now, I may here your results.