"what are you hiding from me, jones?"
"nothing, dilaurentis, where were you hiding?"
"nowhere."
BOOK ONE
alexandria jones hawthorne didn't think she would ever have to believe a world without alison dilaurentis, she wasn't aware she would get that p...
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FIELD HOCKEY: A SPORT WHICH IF NOT DONE PROPERLY, FEELS LIKE IT WOULD BREAK YOUR BACK. Out of all the clubs that Alex had done over the years, this was by far her favourite. Rightfully referred to as just 'hockey' but Alex and her family, it was a game which utterly thrilled her. It was raw talent, the only rage that seemed appropriate to express.
Feet apart. Knees bent. Head up.
Focus; aware of your surroundings at all times. Notice the opposition, the people coming your way. Keep the ball out of their way. Keep the ball away from your feet.
Left hand on top, right hand lower down. Push forward; score.
Cheering raced around her, the bodies of her teammates practically slamming into each other. Although she was the attacker which scored the least, when she did, it was precise, effortless.
"Well done, Jones," she heard Spencer say to her, a smile spreading across her face.
It was 'game day', their current opposition? Millwood High. Nowhere near as good as Rosewood were. They were unco-ordinated amateurs. The whistle blew, game over.
'Handshake central' began. Woman of the match named. Alex got it. Top player: the only person from the Millwood team who can actually play. Rosewood promoted to next round. Millwood out.
Alex walked back into the changing room, untying her hair from the dangerously high ponytail which ached her scalp. Placing her stick down on the bench, she grabbed a towel, taking as much of her makeup off as she could with a wipe. It was rough against her skin, felt as if it scratched layers of her skin off. She threw it in the bin, heading into the showers and turning on the scolding water, it was the only temperature (other than ice cold) that they seemed to get.
She heard as the rest of the team made their way into the changing room, they liked to chat, try and make friends- Alex didn't wish to talk to anyone that she didn't need to and it meant she could get into the showers first.
Grabbing some of the soap, Alex scrubbed it into her brunette hair, trying to take away the ache her ponytail left. It practically dried out her hair but it did the job. Washing it all out, she washed her body, the steam of the shower clouding up her brain slightly.
Alex let the water run over her, the soap running off of her and down the drain. Then, banging on the door.
"Lex? You nearly done?" It was Spencer's voice, "Are you alright?"
"Yep- fine, sorry- out in a sec!" Alex replied, tipping her head back and tying it up into another ponytail. She turned off the water and wrapped a towel around herself, opening up the door.
Walking past Spencer, she returned to her locker, pulling out clothes- putting them on. Alex chose to ignore those walking around her. It was then that she felt a harsh stabbing, her ankle, it was her ankle.
