Emily and I stood in the bathroom, silent, staring at each other. It was something I never thought I could ever return to after running away, the bathroom at Rosewood High with Emily, a space that felt like home. The fourth floor only had elective classes on it, and every knew to stay away from the bathrooms because there were horror stories of pill trades and gangs meeting in them, and Emily and I found them to be a perfect hiding space because, surprisingly, there are no gangs in Rosewood and upperclassmen had made it all up.
"Did you miss me," I asked Emily, but she didn't respond, as my words were silenced by the bell ringing and an announcement following.
"Freshman, please wait in the lobby and wait for your name to be called by your designated faculty member in order to retrieve your schedule. Sophomores, do the same, but in the gymnasium. Juniors are to meet cafeteria, and Seniors, please meet in the auditorium. Schedule callings will begin in ten minutes."
"Schedule calls," I said, "something I did not miss."
"Were you saying something when the bell rang," Emily asked.
"Just wanted to know how your summer was."
"Oh," she said, "do you need help getting to the gym?"
"No, I think I'll find my way. Go catch up with that girl you were talking to. Sorry for pulling you guys apart earlier.
"No, it was my fault, I ran," she replied.
"So, um, I'll see you later!"
"Yea, maybe."
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I finally got to the gymnasium after pushing through the hallways. It was possibly the most awkward experience of my life, being a fully grown woman surrounded by boys who still have shaky voices and girls who still haven't mastered the art of stuffing their bra. I looked over the heads of the students as the calls begun. "Hello, my name is Mr. Fitz, and I'll be reading all of your schedules. It's good to see a lot of you again, as I had many of you as students last year. I hope we can have a great year together!" Mr. Fitz, as in Ezra Fitz, the college student who I was hooking up with before I left Rosewood, started reading off the names and handing out schedules until he came to the Ds in the alphabet, and then he stopped. "DiLaurentis," he said in a confused voice, "please come and claim your schedule." The students became dead silent as my heels tapped against the gymnasium floors. After you fake your own death and run away, you become sort of an icon, especially to those who are younger than you, especially when you look like I do.
"Thank you, Mr. Fitz."
"Any time, Alison," he said, pulling the microphone away from his mouth, "just keep everything professional this year."
"Of course," I said in a cold tone. There's no doubt in my mind I may have to do some "extra credit" this year in order to get ahead.
My schedule read as follows:
Locker: 249
A Day: B Day: C Day:
Study Hall: Cafeteria Study Hall: Cafeteria Study Hall: Cafeteria
Biology: 209: Ransik Personal Finance: 420: Victour World History: 107: Wolcock
Lunch Lunch Lunch
English: 102: Fitz Spanish II: 305: Scolden Geometry: 218: Market
Gym: Gym: Danka Guidance: 108: Annen Business Comm: 420: Victour
How lovely, I have Mr. Fitz this year. Immediately, knowing I could leave, I went towards the auditorium. I watched Emily as she sat with the redhead, waiting for them to call her name. Her arm was wrapped around the other girl and they were laughing. Had I stayed, I would have been there. Then, when Fields was called, she got up and gave the girl a kiss on the cheek. I guess she was able to move on, but I wasn't. "You return to Rosewood to only find yourself alone," Mona said from behind me, "what a sad story. Maybe you never should have come back."
"Who died and made you queen, Mona?"
"Don't you remember? You did."
"Ha ha, funny. So, did your obsession with me never end?"
"Don't think of yourself that highly. Yea, you used to matter, but everyone in Rosewood forgot about you after a while."
"And why are you here telling me this," I asked, offended by her cruel manner.
"V for Vanderwaal. I'm at the end of the alphabet and, to be completely honest, it's more fun to mess around with you than wait for everyone's names to be called."
"Bye Mona," I said in a rude tone, waving goodbye as I walked to my locker, and when Mona couldn't see, I started to wipe little tears that flowed down as I thought back to Emily and the other girl. She probably doesn't even think of me. I really shouldn't have come back.
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Fiksi PenggemarAlison had everything any girl could ever want: the best clothes, popularity, even the best friends anyone could ever ask for. She even had a hot boytoy, Ezra Fitz, a college student whom no one knew about. She was good at keeping secrets like this...
