Breathe Me

The A Team

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly

Alsion's POV

After I buy a motel room just outside Bar Harbor, within walking distance around noon I go into town to look for a place to work.

I look around but nothing seems like my kind of place. They're all little cutsie knick-knacks or weird restraunts.

Then I see it.

It's a diner called The Sockhop and everything in it is from the 1950s. Even the milkshake glasses are actual glasses. It seems like just the right place for me and they're hiring.

I walk up to the front bar and ask one of the waitresses who to talk to to get a job.

She simply points to a big black lady in the back, cooking. She's the boss apparently.

"Excuse me, miss?"

She turns around and looks at me. "Hey, Sugar! I'm Ruth! What's your name?" She has no sort of quaint accent, but her voice is still soothing.

"I'm Al-Vivian Darkbloom... and I'd like to apply for a job."

"Well, sugar, how old are you?"

"Twenty." I lie.

"Well, can you ask people what they wanna order?"

"Yes..."

"Can you write down the order and relay it to a cook?"

"Yes..."

"Can you carry that food back and the dishes away?"

"Yes..."

"Then you're hired!"

"Really?" I furrow my brow. This is strange.

Ruth smiles warmly. "We do things differently around here, Sugar. And also..." Her voice changes to a whisper. "I think you've got a secret. I don't think your name is Vivian, it don't suit you."

I hesitate. But I feel that I can trust her. She's sweet and I don't think she'd ever tell my secret. I sigh and pull my wig off slowly, shaking my hair out. I stick out my hand. "I'm Alison DiLaurentis, I'm 18. I should be in school right now, but I don't wanna be there anymore." I downcast my eyes.

"You're hurt." Says Ruth, with questioning, yet seemingly all-knowing eyes. "Who hurt you?"

"Her name is Emily. But it was more than that... There was a lot of..." I shake my head. "Look, I'm looking to start fresh. So I got a job?"

She smiles softly. "Sure. We're good for today but if you can be here at noon tomorrow, you can start."

She's so motherly and now that I don't have one, it's nice. "I'll be here." I say.

"See you tomorrow, Sugar."

"Bye." I stroll out the door and then I just start walking off in a random direction. I love this little town. It's the kind where news travels fast and everyone knows everyone. I'm sure word of me has already gotten around. I can see people staring at me.

I stop at a little shop called "The Vanilla Emporium" and get an ice cream cone as big as my face. I walk around and finally come to the edge of town.

There's a lot of fields and then there's a big three story barn that has lights on in it. It looks like a regular old red barn, except I can feel something different about it.

I walk around until I see a big entrance with a sign reading, "Big Red Antique Shop."

I smile. I've always had a thing for antiques. I walk slowly into the shop. I love the feeling of having nowhere to be and nothing to do.

As soon as I walk in I see stairs going up, stairs going down, and a straight hall. Each leads to a room full of antiques.

I walk down the hall first and start my exploration.

There's clothes, hats, shoes, books, toys, makeup, mirrors, etc., etc. from any time period from the Victorian Age to the 80s. I love everything.

By the end I've bought an old hat from the 30s, a box of antique gloves from the 40s and a collection of perfumes from the 50s. I feel accomplished.

I think I'm gonna like it here.

Emily's POV

Two days later and there's still no sign from Alison. We went to the train station and someone had seen her buy a ticket to Boston, but we called every hotel and motel and they all said that no one by the name of Alison DiLaurentis or Vivian Darkbloom had checked in at any point.

I'm sitting at my desk when suddenly my cell phone rings.

"Hello?"

"I think I have a lead!" Comes Spencer's rushed voice from the other end.

I stand quickly. "What is it?!"

"Turns out we missed one motel. It's not listed anywhere because it's really cheap and not worth it, but I called and-" She gasps, trying to get in air because she hasn't breathed yet.

"What?! Tell me!"

"The lady said that someone named Vivian Darkbloom checked in late at night two days ago and was out early the next morning."

I grin, "That's Ali! So did she say anything that could've indicated where Ali went or is going?"

Spencer sighs. "Not really, but-"

I slump forward and cut her off. "Well then we're kind of just back where we started, aren't we?"

"No, Emily the lady said that when Ali was leaving she mumbled something that sounded like 'ocean'. She's going somewhere with an ocean."

"Well that could be a lot of places, Spence."

"But it's all we've got. We might as well take it."

I sigh. "So we check every state by the ocean?"

Spencer bites her lip. I can tell because that's what she does while she thinks. "Well I don't think she'd go too far, so let's start with the east coast. We can begin at Florida and work our way up. It'll take a while but it's all we have."

I sigh again and nod. "Alright... let's do it."

AN: So are they gonna find her? And if they do how long will it take? Hope you guys liked this chapter and the song is by Ed Sheeran and it actually has nothing to do with the a team on PLL, or in my story. Shocking, right? Yeah A is dead in my story, that is the one thing I can promise. I've been to Bar Harbor Maine and everything I described in here is true, except I changed the names of all the places. Well bye!

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