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First Day of Senior Year

It seems as though every time a sucky teen movie starts, the main character gives a reason why the year of school they're entering will be different, but I need some of the same for once. Within the last 4 years, too much has happened, whether it was me running away, being stalked, or those two flings I had the summer before I left. Basically, everything is going to be the same as it used to be the moment I walk into that school.

I find myself getting out of my car after I park it, my gray Volkswagon convertible Beetle, and standing there, completely still, internally panicking. Do I even remember the floor plan of this sucky high school? Do I remember anything I learned freshman year, and will I be able to not be a total loser, even though I'll be a 17-year-old sophomore? As I contemplate this in the parking lot, a horn behind me startles me, and I drop my coffee tumbler on the pavement, luckily with the cap on.

"Ugh, another freshman? Get out of my way," screamed a startlingly familiar voice. Mona, Mona Vanderwaal. Loser Mona Vanderwaal. A few years ago, I wouldn't have gotten out of her way, but if there's one thing I learned as a runaway, it's that you have to be nice to everyone, because some people are more powerful than you would expect, and everyone can do something for you. 

"Hi, Mona," I said after I turned around, right before I started waving to her. She was in her baby blue Chevy Impala, with a boy with black hair and bright blue eyes in the passenger seat, sporting a gorgeous summer tan.

"Well well well, it's the iconic Alison DiLaurentis. I'd love to talk, well, I wouldn't, but I kinda need you to move first." 

'Wow,' I thought, 'Mona got brutal... and less of a loser.' I decided to let a sleeping bear lie and I went towards the school. Those big concrete steps... I remember meeting with Hanna and Spencer and Aria and Emily almost every morning on them. I wonder where they are, they're seniors this year, like I should have been. Near the front doors, I see Cindy and Mindy, two twins who, unlike Mona, stayed losers all through high school. 

"Cindy, Mindy," I said as I approached them and they flinched, "do you know where my friends are?"

"Spencers in D.C., Aria's in Seattle, and Hanna went to Miami. Emily however is... oh, over there," Mindy replied in a monotone voice, pointing to an outdoor picnic table near the road. Emily was sitting there, her hair longer, as well as her legs, and her skin darker, sitting next to a girl with red hair snipped into a wavy bob,  fair skin, dotted with  freckles, and her hand on Emily's thigh as they laughed. 

"Thanks," I said, a little bummed. Did everyone leave after me? And did Emily come out after me? I started walking towards her, but once I stood behind her new muse, I caught her eye, and her face went white. 

"Al-Alison," she mumbled a little bit too loud, and everyone turned to face me, whispering. I guess Rosewood really hasn't changed.

(AN: Hey guys, I'm sorry for such a late update. The last few months have been really hard on me. I'm hoping this can help me out. I plan on posting way more now :))

(Also, I have no reason why the polyvore embedding is showing up here, if it is for you as it is for me. I was supposed to put it into a different story on a different site, and I deleted it after accidentally putting it on here, but it's still showing up. So yea. :()