My Life in Rosewood

Introduction

Hello my fellow Liars! For anyone who has kept up with my writing than you probably know that I used to have another story with the same title on my profile. Sadly, I was not satisfied on how I was writing it or where it was going. It had been one that I wrote years ago on Fanfiction.net and decided to put it on here for a new audience. However, I made the choice to instead take it down since I had not updated it in about a year and am now posting a version of the same title for a more updated aspect with my original character. Enjoy and please let me know what you think. 

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Did you know that no matter how hard you try to be a new person, a good person to have people see you, to like you for who you are, that there's always someone who doesn't allow it? Someone who likes to remind you that changing yourself doesn't make you cool, or likable, it just makes you desperate. Yeah, that's exactly what has been happening to me. Growing up I've been the kid who got picked on for being too skinny, for wearing glasses, and as time passed, for having acne. Lets just say that I did my best to not be the girl who gets picked on by playing more sports and having people on my side. But one girl, ONE girl, will never let me live down being a "dork". To this one girl I'll always be "Four Eyes, Brant". Not Jessie Brant, nope, just that nickname as if it was the most clever thing in the world to combine the famous glasses insult plus my last name into one phrase. She started this when we were 11, and now at the age of 13 it's a lot to handle, and I just want nothing but to be invisible.

It's the end of the school day on a nice Friday afternoon in Rosewood, Pennsylvania. I'm finally getting my things out of my locker to put them into my backpack, and vice versa, happy to know I get to start the weekend now. Once done I grab my skateboard, put my backpack over my shoulders and start to walk down the halls of Rosewood Day Elementary school towards the main entrance of the school. My plan is to meet my sports friends at the park to play some basketball before heading home for the day. I'm actually in a good mood as I walk, but then everything changes and my heart sinks. All because the one person who hates me the most and will never give up an opportunity to pick on me is currently down my line of vision. Alison Dilaurentis.

Oh, Alison. She has ruined a lot of people's lives over the years for her entertainment. She is the worst person in the world according to everyone she bullies, which is almost everyone in our graduating class that isn't on the popularity spectrum. So naturally, she's the most hated by all the "losers". This girl picks on anyone who isn't on her level, but it seems more so with two kids named Mona Vanderwaal and Lucas Gottesman. I'm pretty sure in Alison's eyes that they are basically the most unpopular, like gum at the bottom of her shoes. She's like this with everyone, but especially to those two kids in particular. Which is a shame because Mona and Lucas are really nice people and she has no right putting anyone down. As if that's as bad as it can get, but it's not, because she even hurts the feelings of her own friend group. She's a hard ass to Hanna Marin, a girl who has gone through a lot in her life, between her parents divorce and gaining weight from the stress Alison insists on bothering her about it. Do I have any idea why she would tolerate it? Not in the slightest, but the four girls who are supposed to be her best friends aren't even safe from her mean ways. Hanna, Emily Fields, Spencer Hastings and Aria Montgomery are so loyal to someone who thinks she's high and mighty that they don't say much to her.

Since these four girls were recruited into her little group about a year in a half ago, they've all been attached to the hip. My two childhood friends (Aria and Spencer) weren't the same once they skyrocketed out of the loser pool and practically swam their way to Alison's private pool of coolness. According to the queen bee herself, I'm not allowed to be in the group or talk to my friends. I don't qualify to be more than a punching bag to her bullying. Alison hates me so much that she doesn't want me being anywhere around Spencer and Aria at all. Unfortunately, she succeeded in scaring me off enough from her relentless bullying that I rarely see them anymore. If it wasn't for Aria living next door to me since I moved here at the age of 3, or that Spencer's parents are friends with mine, I would never see them at all.

"Hey, Four Eyes!" Alison yells towards me, making me groan as I get blocked from walking any further down the hallway. "Where are you headed? Loserville?" she says with her usual evil laugh and a smirk on her face.

Aria, Spencer, Hanna and Emily just watch as their leader pokes fun at me, kind of giving me a mean look that I only know they have so she won't disown them. I watch them for a few long seconds, hating she has such a hold as I adjust my backpack stuffed with homework and my skateboard in my other hand. All I want to do is have a good day at the park with my friends, but now I'm stopped dead in my tracks from the queen bee and her followers blocking my way. I chew on my top lip as I notice a few people staring our way, seeming to be curious if I'll finally stand up to her. But instead I stare at Aria and Spencer, hoping that my best friends since we were kids would stick up for me. However, all I see is Aria's gaze away from mine and down at her feet, while Spencer just keeps her eyes on me with her arms crossed like she's enjoying it. I know she isn't but she won't let up while Alison is around. So I just shift my eyes back to Alison when she snapped her fingers in my face.

"Earth to loser." She says in a mocking tone, bringing me back to reality. "God you're so boring."

I give a bit of a glare, rubbing my thumb on my skateboard lightly as I give a small mean look. Why can't she just leave me alone? "Then why continue to bother me?" Is what I finally say, "If I'm so boring." I say that last part in a mix of sarcasm and an attitude.

That wasn't the best thing to say because not only do I hear some people hiss as if I just messed up, but I see her eyes flame from my sudden spark of bravery. "Because I can." She moves so fast towards me that my back hits against some lockers in seconds, making me stare up at her a bit from the small height difference and now a lot more people are watching, making me more uncomfortable. The girls don't stop her since they are her friends, just staring as Alison laughs and pats my cheek a little roughly, mocking me. "You're so easy to scare, that's why I bother you."

I glare up at her, nudging her hand away from my face as she doesn't stop patting it. "One day you'll regret picking on the people who won't fight back."

She smirks at me, knowing that she can't do much more with people around and puts her face closer to mine and whispers. "You'll regret ever talking back to me, Jessie. Watch your back." She backs away, shaking her head and starts to walk off. "See you around, four eyes."

Rubbing my cheek from her pats I watch her and the girls head down the hallway, the four girls walking behind her but I see Aria and Spencer check over their shoulders to look at me with concerned eyes. My expression probably looks alarmed, because I honestly thought she was going to hit me.

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Lets just say after that conversation I got my ass beat by her two high school friends on my way home from the park. On her orders of course, because she wasn't even there. It's like she stalked me and told them where I'd be, about two blocks away from home when I got ambushed. I was a bit sore for a while, a few bruises here and there, so I told my parents it was a skating accident. But karma's a bitch, and as it turns out that a good few months later Alison disappeared. No one knows what happened the night she went missing. The girls were with her that night, but they fell asleep in Spencer's barn for their back to school sleepover just before summer break was over. No one knows how she just managed to vanish off the face of the earth, no signs or anything. Do I feel horrible? I feel bad for her family, but I don't feel bad enough for her to care after what she put me through. Now the tables have turned. Alison Dilaurentis is officially demoted from her popularity totem pole and the rest of us can finally feel free.