Four pretty girls stood at the corner by the mailbox ,huddled together against the harsh January wind.passerby walked by with nary a glance.just four girls gathered ,looking as inconspicuous as possible .As if all was well in the world ,
When in reality nothing could be further from the truth. Because if you paid some attention and looked closer you would see that the girl in the navy down peacoat, was trembling so hard that the peice of paper in her hand was shaking.the girl next to her with the dark hair with a pink stripe in it was fighting back tears.and the other two girls looked as though they might faint.no.all was not well .
It began to snow,gentle at first but picking up speed.as if trying to cover the entire town .wash away the terrible lies buried six feet under rosewood. Caught by surprise at the snow ,the girls all bid each other hasty good byes as they each turned to go their separate ways.fighting to keep calm.for the people.because in a place like rosewood the first rule that you learned was that you learn to lie.to put up such a convincing facade that even you began to eventually believe it.because here in rosewood no one is who they appear to be.and if your not careful all those lies stacked so precariously like a tower of cards might come crashing down on you.but that rarely happens ,if you play it right.but a certain beautiful girl in rosewood messed up one to many times,and her card tower of lies came crashing down .
Actually it was more than that.
.She was murdered because of it. But that happened long ago and nothing like that will ever happen again...right?
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Spencer trudged home in the fast growing mounds of snow,the piece of paper still clenched in her fist .blinking in the harsh wind that stung her eyes she reread the
Note:If you want to know who I am meet me at floating mans quarry tomorrow night 7:00 sharp .-A
Tears blurred her vision once more as she stuffed it deep down into her pocket.She ran the past memories of A through her head right now.The lives A ruined.The families that were wrecked because of A. the deaths .By now spencer was completely convinced that Ali was A. At first the girls weren't sure ,but Emily Had,never a doubt.And now spencer realized that there was no way Ali wasn't the one behind this master plan.It was just to much her style. Manipulating people to the breaking point just to get what she wanted.were the girls were now hovering especially close to.
spencer shrugged herself out of her gloomy thoughts and put on a bright smile for her mom."hey "she said,in her mothers general direction."hey yourself' ;she replied,not even look up from her laptop.
Grabbing an apple from the fridge she raced up to her room.once there she sagged against the doorframe,despair settling over her like a blanket.A million thoughts raced through her mind. This game they were playing with A was very dangerous. Spencer new that the most rational thing would not be to go to the river.Especially not when so many bad memories had begun to associate themselves with it.
But spencer wasn't thinking rationally.All she wanted was to finally meet her tormentor ,to kill her.Make her pay for everything she had done to ruin the girls lives.
And so she sent a text to the others,it was a simple message of just two words ,yet it Carried so much meaning with it :I'm going.
Spencer finally allowed herself a smile.This was the right decision she knew.They would finally find out who A was.And maybe take her down in the process.And if not who knew how long A would torment them for?she could almost see herself 50 years down the line living in a permanent state of paranoia . seeing A round every corner.Never venturing out ,eternally afraid,A influencing her every decision.no.she absolutely refused. She was going to meet A and kill her or be killed .That decision settled she grabbed her book bag ,pulled out her history textbook and began to memorize the dates of all the battles in the French Revolution. Because A or no A ,killer or no killer ,Spencer would still come out at the top of every class.
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