It's Just A Lie *The Next Step Fan Fiction* #Book 1

Prologue

*This is a Next Step fan fiction with a Pretty Little Liars spin to it, and as for the cover it will be for who is the main target*

3 Years Before

"I'll be back," A female figure called from the darkness. I knew exactly who she was but she'd kill me if I told. From a far you could still see the lies and the untold stories that she held to herself. I also knew she wouldn't be coming back.

She was gone. Disappeared in the moons light. Trampled by the suns rays. Done by dusk, up at dawn.

I was only 14 when she left. She had taught me so much and I still can't wrap my head around any of it clearly. No she's not dead, but far away, to make you feel like she was. Sometimes I see her in my dreams. She speaks to me about how safe she had kept all of out secrets and all of our stories. With every dream, every image was darker. Giving me the chills. 

It wasn't just her and I. There was a group of us, she always wanted to call us the six chicks because... well isn't self explanatory? It involve her, which it was everything her way or no way. My older sister Emily who always wanted to lead us and take her position. Stephanie, the it girl, who had everything. Like literary everything! Tiffany who I never really liked but everyone else did. She's just full of gossip. Chloe who was probably my favourite out everyone. She wasn't all this and that but a down to earth person.

Then there's me, Riley. I really don't even think I belong in that group of people. First off they were all older then me and second it's not really my scene of people, I just wanted to follow my sisters footsteps because she always got treated like some goddess or something. She had the blonde perfect hair and bright blue eyes. I wanted that, and well it didn't happen.

We all met a couple years ago I think I was 12 well my sister was 14. I was sitting on a bench in studio A of the next step dance academy, watching my sister try her hardest to make it into A-Troupe. She dragged me along to watch because since I was 12 I had to stay back in J-Troupe well she had her time to shine. Not that I minded because there was this cute guy sitting across the dance floor from me. 

His name was James, I know because he's in J-Troupe as well. He's 13, a year older then me but he decided not to join this year but wait until I could start. He always wore a cute smirk or his face and we connected automatically. My sister would never let me see him though because she's say "All he does is break peoples hearts,"  

But I wasn't looking for love I just wanted to be his friend. Didn't I?

Well it was my sisters turn to audition, and I was clapping and cheering so loud like the dork I am. Haha, point Riley.

Well she was dancing her heart out a girl sat next to me. "Is that your sister?" I recall her asking, I can still remember that her hair was in perfect curls, and she wore some crop top with short black shorts.

"Yeah isn't she good?" I smile trying to make conversation with this girl. I had no clue who she was.

"Pretty amazing," She smiled.  

"Do I get your name or something...?" I ask. If she's going to talk to me at lest give me something. 

"Not yet, but I know yours is Riley, Oh, and that boy is looking at you, he's pretty cute," She remarks standing up, to grab her pink purse. I blush at her comment looking down to the ground, but i'm still really creeped out. How does she know me? I've never seen her in my life. 

"How do you...?" I stumbled on my words, giving her a weird expression. 

"Oh honey, the game is just starting! We should hangout sometime, bring along your friends, we can be best friends," And with that it was bye bye curls girl and hello awkward 101. I shrug and look down, at where she was sitting at. There layed a white crumbled piece of paper with a few number written on it. 

 As I turned it over her name was revealed. 

But I still never knew who she was. 

I shoved the crumpled paper into my blue jeans and looked up to find James's face in front of mine.

"Who was that?" He laughed sitting beside me.

"I really don't know..."