chapter 1

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It was just another casual Monday morning in Rosewood, Pennsylvania. School was in session, and four pretty girls were about to head to English class.

Alison Dilaurentis, queen bee of the Rosewood High, took one last look at her reflection in the mirror, before slamming her locker door shut. Flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder and adjusting her pink top, she sauntered over to her posse.

Aria Montgomery, Hanna Marin, and Spencer Hastings were hanging around outside of Mr. Fitz's classroom.
"Hey guys!" said Alison to her friends. Instead of grinning and greeting her like they usually did, the girls all dropped their glances. Hanna fiddled with her jacket zipper, and Spencer twirled her hair.
"Ok, what's going on?" Asked Ali, her words as cold as ice.

Ever since sophomore year had ended, Alison became more of a bitch. The girls had noticed her shutting people out more often as time went on. She was becoming more of a heartless bitch with every day, and her friends never knew what made her snap.

"Ali, we need to talk to you." Said Aria. Alison shrugged, and waited for the girls to say more.
"We know you and Emily Fields are on bad terms, but-"
Alison cut Aria off. "Emily Fields? That bitch who moved away two years ago? What the hell does she have to do with my life?" She snapped, throwing Aria off guard.
Spencer grabbed her friends arm. "We just got news that Emily is moving back to Rosewood."

Alison felt her heart beating at least two times faster than normal. She tried to feel the hatred that she had felt for the brunette since she was 15, but it didn't come. It was replaced with an unknown sensation of butterflies, that started in her toes and fluttered up to her heart. What the hell is wrong with me?

Spencer pat Alison on the back reluctantly. "Are you okay Ali? I know that this may be a shock-"
Ali pushed Spencer's hand away.
"I'm fine. I stopped caring about Emily Fields years ago. I couldn't care less if she's coming back to Rosewood." she replied, but the blonde could feel the lies oozing out of her, like sticky sap. Alison suddenly thought about Emily, her former best friend, and how beautiful she looks when... woah. 'Get it together, Ali.' She thought to herself.

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