"Ya, also know as sounding like a bitch." I know that wasn't the nicest thing to say about my dead best friend, but at that moment I wasn't in the mood to be nice.
"I can see that you and Ali had some differeances." I didnn't want to even go there.
"No, God I'm starting to sound like the old me." I really was and it was getting on my nerves. I just wish that I could think aout what I say sometimes and shut the fuck up.
"What do you mean?" I don't think Spencer wants to fo down that road right now.
"This whole conversation I have been having with you, I have been sounding like a bitch, wich sounds like who I used to be." I really hate going down this road, but she asked.
"The old you sounds a lot like Ali." She has no idea how wrong that statement was.
"What no, Ali sounded a lot like the old me." It's a true fact, I'm not making it up.
"What the hell do you mean?" I thought I expkained really well, but then again I'm talking to someonw who didin't know I existed in this time period.
"Ali stole my peraonality sometimes. She liked it so much. She liked my bitchy side a lot, the mysteriousness it had. That's why she could be a bitch and why other times she could be really sweet. She would sometimes wear my personality." That's exactly what she did, she wore it like her favorite outfit.
"Just like she did with Cece Drake." Spencer seemed to make connection in her mind, like she was solving a puzzle inside of her head.
"You noticed that too?" Ali did it woth many people, I don't believe she ever wore her own personality.
"No, I didn't know Cece until after Ali was found. Ali's mom told us." Spencer got a puzzled look on her face, like she just connected two dots. "How did you know Cece?"
"She was one of the few friends of Ali's I actually knew. The three of us were good friends up until I moved." The thought of the last time I saw those two was not the prettiest, you would have thought that Cece was the one who killed Ali.
Flashback:
Cece stromed into Ali's room pissed as ever. "What the hell Ali? I can't believe you did that!" Cece practically screamed at the top of her lungs.
"What? I don;t know what the hell you're talking about." Ali just brushed it off her shoulder.
"Don't play that game with me Alison! You know what you did! You're just gonna wish you hadn't done a thing when I'm done with you!!" If you were Cece you probablly would have stormed out of the room slamming thhe door, but no. For some reason she stayed."I think I did I pretty reasonable thing. Macy, wouldn't you have done the samething?" That was the first time they acknoledged my presance.
"What did you even do? I have no idea what you two are fighting over." I think I had a clue, but I didn't know for sure.
"She went the guy I had my eyes on and told him all these embarressing thing, including that I had the hots for him and on top of that she ended up sleeping with him. Ruining my hunger for him." Wow, I don't think I would have done that, I mean I was fourteen.
"Um, I don't think I would do that. I mean I'm fourteen, way younger than all those frat guys." This didn't help any of their cases.
"See Ali, just wait! You are gonna regret everything you did." With that she slammed the door and left us all stunned, I think.
End of Flashback
"Well, the four of us never met her or you."
"I with I met you guys earlier, a lot of things would have been different then they are now." It was true, they would know, a lot more then they know now.
"What would be different?" Of course Spencer was going to want to know.
"Let's just say their are a few things about Ali I should tell all four of you." I can't believe that I think I'm ready to tallk about this.
"I think we, as in the four of us, have somethings I think you should know." With that Spencer got up and walked out the door, with me on her trail.
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New to Rosewood (a pretty little liars fanfic)
FanfictionHey, I'm Macy Marshall. I just moved to Rosewood to live with my aunt and uncle, the Cavanaugh family, after the death of my mother. When I returned to Rosewood a lot of memories returned as well and these memories I prefer not to remember. Things...