Currently going on at Degrassi-Boards.com is a Musician's Murder
Mystery.

The m.m. is only available to those who are in the "musicians"
clique and since I, the editor, am in the clique, I must say I
have enjoyed reading this murder mystery and the people in are
doing a good job at roleplaying.

Below is some of the murder mystery. Due to privacy issues, I
am only going to post a few lines of it until it is completely
finished and I have full permission from the people moderating
this roleplay:




The moon shone only a little slimmer of light upon the tents that
were scattered around, all holding sleeping campers. Earlier that
day a large shuttle bus had brought the campers, all varied in age
and gender, to the secluded area that was nearly six hours driving
distance from the more domesticated camp site.

All of the campers were experienced now with the outdoors and
welcomed the adventurous stay in the darkened woods.

Suddenly, a loud and shattering scream echoed around the camping
grounds. Campers once sound asleep shot up in their beds, looking
around wildly. The screaming amplified as the sound of another's
voice joined in. Fearful of what was occurring, multitudes of
campers huddled in their tents with their sleeping bags clutched
in their trembling hands. A few moments later the screaming and
noise stopped.

Michael Morgan slowly went forward, placing his hands on the
pulses of the two counselors. With sullen eyes he turned toward
the group a moment later. "They're both dead."

Knowing there was no time to waste Dawn Connor whistled for
attention. As all eyes turned to her she said forcefully,
"You guys, let's get out of here! Lets go to the shuttle bus!
NOW!"

As we began to walk on soggy dirt I suddenly stumbled and jut
forward violently towards the hard ground. Luckily Michael Morgan
moved quickly and caught me before I landed on the hard ground. 

"Easy," he said, steadying me on my feet.

The others stopped and turned to look at me, some in concerns and
others with annoyance.

I looked back at where I had been walking, trying to discover what
had caused my near fall. My eyes caught on an indention in the
ground that was the size of my heel. I felt a surge of deja vu
go through me and my eyes went wide.

"What?" one of the boys asked, catching the surprised look on my
face.

I shook my head in amazement as my mind once again flashed back to
the murder scene, and the image of a similar indention in the ground
near the body. "The murderer... It is a female."

Her words sunk in loud and clear. The murderer was female.

"And your certain of that?" Michael asked.

"Yes," The young woman replied. She pointed to something
on the ground. A few of us came in closer to see what it
was she was pointing at.

"It's an indentation of a heel." I said.

"I saw that same indentation" she continued, "near the body
of that boy; after he was killed." Her voice rose with fear
as she talked.

The ladies continued their arguing. I tuned them out to add
things up in my head. I was lost in thought for about a minute,
and then it dawned on me. Earlier tonight we were planning to
leave by bus, but we found it with tires slashed and the wires
yanked. I didn't recall any of us turning back to camp to grab
our belongings, so quite a few people still were wearing their
heels and nice shoes, rather than their comfortable walking/hiking
shoes. This could only have meant one thing.

"The murderer was with us the whole time!" I blurted out.



Sounds like a pretty cool thing, huh? Well, y'all will see
how it finishes soon ... in a future article.