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Ego Ellie - Part 1Dizzying music beat rhythmically, tempting row upon row of the crowd to dance and sway in time. Lights flashed, casting dark and mysterious shadows across the room. Teenagers called at one another, trying in vain to be heard. Others knew there would be no hope and just gave in to their need to dance. And the less outgoing gathered like sheep around the outside of the dance floor, grazing on crisps and spilling their drinks everywhere.Ego Ellie - Part 1
The focal point of the room was the stage, a small but highly decorated platform. The source of the hypnotic music stood there in the form of two girls standing over a turntable. One was tall with
Great Nation?Skin black, but I'm still fighting, White faces, uninviting.Great Nation?
What're you doing, Roosevelt? Think I've never thought or felt?
White's can't beat the evil alone, But what can we do about the evil at home?
I think that now, in this great nation, We should put an end to discrimination.
Warriors: A Murder MysteryIt was a dark, rainy night; the perfect setting for murder. The gathering had finished earlier than usual, as if Starclan themselves knew what was to become of Thunderclan’s beloved warrior, if I believed in them that is. When I entered the camp I found the group of suspects gathered around his body. It could’ve been any one of them; they all had the means and motives to do the foul deed. So I took it upon myself to investigate the crime, after all I, Cloudtail, was the perfect cat for the job. I had the authority (I’m Firstar’s nephew and he mentored me), the smarts and the she-cats adore me. And no one else could match mWarriors: A Murder Mystery
Hi!
Joy
Send this to at least 15 people you love, including me if you care for me!
All the best. Please continue sending you're own love to those you care for.
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FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.
REAL FRIENDS: Will send it back to you.
I'm waiting...
It's friendship week.
If you recieve (at least) 10 back, you truly are a lovable person.
Awesome work! Loving the poem
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