❝ we all eat lies, when our hearts are hungry ❞
Halle Brewster made a promise she would never tell the secrets of the summer Alison DiLaurentis went missing. Only now, someone else was doing the telling - something Alison never got the chance to do...
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All five girls sat in the Applerose Grille. Huddled around a table, they discussed the latest drama in their lives. This time it was to do with the case the police were actively building against Spencer. A forensics report came back and reported fibers of the sweater Alison DiLaurentis was wearing the night she died were found on Spencer's bracelet. The very same bracelet Alison gave each of them, after they had their first shared secret.
The Jenna Thing.
"Do you think somebody rubbed that sweater on your bracelet?" Aria asked Spencer curiously.
"Somebody?" Emily questioned Aria incredulously. "Try Ian," she put in strongly. "He's doing everything he can to make you look guilty," Emily said to Spencer. "Your parents should hire you a twenty-four-hour bodyguard."
"What about Jenna?" Aria asked this time. "What if she paid Caleb to get that bracelet?"
"Wait, hold up." Halle immediately straightened up in her chair, a stormy look in her brown eyes. "When was Caleb in Spencer's house? If he wanted to do that for Jenna, it'd be me or Hanna getting our bedrooms ransacked by the police."
"He doesn't need an invitation, Hal. He broke into a vending machine with a spork," Aria fired.
"And you're dating our teacher, what's the bigger crime?" Halle retaliated, argumentative. She was determined to fight Aria on this one, even if the blows were low. "Petty theft or pedophilia?"
"Hey!" Aria was shocked at her friend's reaction. Hurt by it, Aria shook her head and said seriously, "That's not fair."
"No, what's not fair is that the guy broke into a vending machines because of his crappy home-life and suddenly in your head he's breaking into houses and planting evidence," Halle argued back fiercely. "That's prejudice profiling, Aria."
"No, it's not," Aria fought back.
"Uh, yeah, it is!" Halle said stubbornly, "I've been on the receiving end more than a few times to know what it is."
While Halle sat back carelessly, wanting to avoid the conversation now she had said her peace, Spencer rose in hers. Her body was up-straight, like a surge of electricity had shot up her spin. "Guys," she said, alarming waking in her voice, "I think somebody's watching us."
The five of them looked to where Spencer was staring, out of the wall-sized windows. Across the road from the Grille, stood several scarecrows fashioned to look like humans. "Those?" Emily questioned. Even though they unnerved her, Emily explained it away, "They're for the Founders Festival."
"Man, if that's what Rosewood's founding family looked like, how'd they ever get anyone to move here?" Aria commented sarcastically.
"And why were they allowed to reproduce?" Spencer asked dryly.
