Ok,I'm sure everyone knows Primrose has left. I was told to plan everything,and I am. This will be a funeral and memorial page for Primrose. I will have people say what they want to say and incorporate it into one big story of her funeral. Rosie goes first,after that,It's fair game. NO MEAN COMMENTS. Or you will be shot. Thank-you!
The funeral is heald in a white room. There are a few tables. The coffin sits on a stand,with printouts of her Games surrounding. Daffodils and blue violets surround everything.F*cking Perfect is playing,along with numerous other songs. The room seems perfect,except for the broken people. Leshawna walks to the podium and says through her tears," Everyone,we must begin. Please sit." Everyone sits. Leshawna continues,"Rosie is speaking first. Please come up here." as she walks down,Rosie walks up,Kent holding her hand. Rosie is already crying,but composes herself to say,"
As we stand here today, honoring a girl whose heart was so big, the website couldn't keep it going, we remember someone who never failed to make our day. We remember a girl who was intelligent. A girl who, despite personal struggles of her own, thought of others first.
I want each and every one of you to close your eyes and imagine the most beautiful place you can think of. It can be anywhere; somewhere real, someplace you've only seen in your dreams . . . anywhere. Just imagine something beautiful. Think of everything good about this place. Then imagine a girl who embodies all these wonderful things, a girl who could take words and make them seem alive.
Primrose's loss will leave its mark on this website. We are forever indebted to her for making some hours of our lives much more enjoyable. In losing her, we have lost a person who is kind, talented, caring, and most of all, amazing. RIP to my dear twin sister Primrose, and now, quoting the immortal words of Katniss Everdeen,I shall sing. Rosie opens her mouth and sings, 'Here it's safe, and here it's warm, and here the daisies guard you from every harm, and here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, here is the place where I love you.'
We miss you. " There isn't a dry eye in the house. Leshawna walks back up to the podium and says," Well,I guess it's my turn. There is nothing that will be nearly as good as what Rosie said. Well. First off,I would like to thank you all for coming.Primrose was,as Rosie stated,The embodiment of a perfect place. She was Kind,caring,had amazing television show taste,and could writeamazing games. She made me laugh numerous times. I can only hope what I put together is what she wanted. I'll miss talking to her about Glee,and comforting eachother when we were sad. I'll miss how happy she made everyone. I feel as though this website has a hole right in the middle,as more and more members leave. Primrose left the biggest hole,and I wish she was here. We all owe her a thank-you for all the fun times we had. Primrose,we all love you. Good-bye." Leshawna walks down the stairs.
I'll add more people,I have a lot to do today.