READ THIS! IMPORTANT! As some of you already know, this story was removed on Friday due to the fact the summary said the word "bitch" and was not G Rated. The entire story was removed, but I had every chapter still saved in my Fanfiction Doc Manager - with all of my A/Ns. Therefore, as I repost this story (Sunday August 17th - story was originally posted August 3rd), I will post it with all of the same author notes that were up originally. This means that all of my review shoutouts will still be in the notes. Obviously, my reviews are gone, though. I was mostly disappointed about the loss of feedback, since I was determined for this story to pass Let Me Love You in the number of reviews. It would mean the absolute world to me if you some of you would drop a couple of reviews on this reposted version of this story. Maybe you'll want to reread it anyway to refresh c: Anyway, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. And without further ado, here is Who You Really Are the second time around. ;)

A/N: New Story! =D I know, I'm insane.

So hi! I'm Tana, if you didn't already know that! I'm kind of insane ;) and I love to write FF. This will be my 18th story up on FF. This is my 4th Emison fic, if you include the 1 shot that I posted. You might know me from LMLY or RIMS :)

Anyway, let's lay down some stuff!

Italics are thoughts and flashbacks!

Bolds are texts and emails!

This story is in 1st person, and it'll mostly be in Emily's POV. Sometimes, though, I think twice so far, it'll be in Ali's POV. I probably won't toss the POV to any of the other characters, but if I need to, maybe. The switch will be signified by the person's initials... e.g, AAA or EEE.

I'm a few chapters ahead of what I'm posting at any given moment, so if you give me suggestions to put in the FF, they may not be put in due to me being ahead. However, PLEASE feel free to give me suggestions on what you want to see!

So the updates for this story will hopefully be relatively often, but I have four other stories going right now (one of them I've already finished writing so kind of just three others), but I will update every time I finish a new chapter! Also, just as a note, while I do appreciate reviews very much, I don't wait for a certain amount before updating. Just thought I'd throw that in here :) Also, I give shoutouts to ever 50 reviewers... 50th, 100th, 150th... etc etc, you get the idea!

That's all I have to say :P I hope you like this first chapter!

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Rosewood, Pennsylvania was a small town, and like most small towns, almost everyone knew everyone. Sure, some of the people you passed in the supermarket were absolute strangers, but most of time, the faces were reoccurring. Aside from that, everyone knew who those people were. Everyone knew which college girl was the one who couldn't help but tell lies. Everyone knew which college girl was the top of the social pyramid in every aspect. Everyone knew which college girl was the biggest bitch. Everyone knew which college girl could get everything she wanted without even trying.

The difference was that in Rosewood, those four girls were all rolled into one girl, Alison DiLaurentis.

Everyone, including me, had heard about the girl more than once. Almost everyone who went to Hollis wanted to be her or date her, and there were only a select few who felt like I did. I hated her guts. I'd never spoken to her personally, and I hadn't even seen her before. We didn't have any classes together, and we'd gone to different high schools. I had no idea who she was, besides all of the things I'd heard about her. The kind of wreckage she caused to people and things.

That's why when I saw her for the first time, I had no idea what I was in for.

I was working at a clothing store near the college, where I'd been working for all of a week. I'd seen a lot of familiar faces pass through the store, and it seemed that Hollis students were people who came to the store the most. I worked the checkout stand, so I'd gotten a good look at pretty much everyone who had come in for the week I'd been working there. Therefore, when I saw a girl with curly, golden hair walk into the store, I knew that I hadn't seen her before.

From my empty checkout counter, I watched her walk into the store alone and start looking at some plain clothes. Judging by the clothes she was wearing at the moment, she didn't usually shop for the plain clothes that this clothing store sold. Why was she here then?

I felt myself slightly interested in what this mysterious girl was doing in this boring store, and I watched her pull one of the fanciest blouses we had off of one of the racks. It was blue.

She started walking toward me, toward the checkout counter, and I immediately averted my eyes and pretended to be doing something interesting on my phone.

"Hi," the girl said in an expectant voice, and I glanced up as though I were surprised that she'd approached me. I cleared my throat a little.

"You ready to check out?" I asked her. She shook her head, and I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to tell me what exactly she was doing here.

"I need this in yellow," the blonde stated, gesturing to the blouse she was carrying.

"Sorry, whatever is on the rack is all we have. I think that one only comes in black and blue," I told her with a shrug. The blonde huffed and held the shirt out in front of her.

"I really need it in a lighter color," she stated.

I pursed my lips. "Well, you could always try different store."

"I don't have time, that's why I came here," the blonde snapped, as though it should be obvious that she would never usually come into this place.

"Why do you need it so quickly?" I asked, walking out from behind the counter and heading to check for the storage. I was almost positive that there wasn't a yellow shirt of that kind, but I didn't really have a choice but to check. It was, after all, my job. "You going on a date?"

"Please," the girl said sarcastically with a snort, "I wouldn't wear anything from this place on a date."

"So what's it for?" I asked, writing off the fact that most of my clothes came from small stores like this.

"A friend," the blonde answered, following me into the storage room as if she had all of the right in the world. I decided not to stop her, because I had a feeling that she would come up with some way to stay in there anyway. "Her birthday party is tonight, and I forgot to get her a present."

"Last minute birthday presents are always best," I muttered sarcastically.

"Hey, it's not my fault that I was too busy to shop earlier in the week," the girl snapped at me. My back was turned to her, so I rolled my eyes. I checked the area where those blouses would be. I found a pink one of a little bit different style, but nothing yellow.

"All I have is the black and blue, and this," I told the blonde, turning around with the pink shirt.

She huffed and grabbed the pink blouse from me, instead shoving the blue shirt she'd been carrying in my hand. "It'll have to do. I'm ready to check out." She rushed out of the storage room, which gave me time to manage another eye roll. This girl was a bitch.

I set the blue shirt on the counter, making a mental note to return it to the hanger later, and took the pink shirt from the crazy ass blonde. I rung it up and gave her the price. She handed me a credit card and, as I swiped it, I couldn't help but read the signature on the side of the card. In a neat cursive writing, was the name Alison DiLaurentis.

I glanced up at the blonde and slid her card back across the counter. "Alison DiLaurentis? You go to Hollis right?"

"That's right. Now give me my receipt so I can go, I'm almost late," Alison demanded.

I tried not to roll my eyes as I pulled her freshly printed receipt out of the machine and handed it to her. "We can't have that, can we?"

Alison narrowed her eyes at me and picked up her shirt. Without even muttering some kind of thank you for finding her an oh so important lighter colored shirt, she spun around and stormed her way out of the store.

Clearly, the well known Alison DiLaurentis was just as people said she was. Impatient, bitchy, demanding, snobby. Also gorgeous and over perfect. As I watched her exit the store, she sent me one last glare. I rolled my eyes for a third time. Despite her attitude, I couldn't help but find her kind of hilarious. Anyone who acted that way was sort of laughable.

I went on with my day like anyone would, normally. Despite what so many people thought of her, I knew that I saw Alison for who she really was. A conceited, bitchy, rich girl who thought it was okay to treat everyone like shit.

Luckily, unless she was late to every birthday party she was invited to, I would likely never have to see her again. There wasn't a point in thinking about her any longer.

After work, I drove back to my dorm, where my roommate and best friend, Aria Montgomery, was diligently doing her English homework. "Hey," I greeted as I walked in, tossing my purse onto my bed.

"Hey, how was work?" Aria wondered, not looking up from her computer.

"Boring, as always. Although, I did meet the famous Alison DiLaurentis," I stated, rolling my eyes as I said the word famous.

"Ugh, try infamous," Aria muttered. She and I were definitely on the same page when it came to what we thought of Alison. "But wait, why was she at that place? Doesn't she only shop in the big, expensive stores?"

"Last minute birthday gift for one of her many friends," I answered, flopping down onto my bed.

Aria glanced over at me and we both rolled our eyes. "More like her admirers. She has to keep them interested in her, or she has nothing but haters."

"You should've seen her in the store. She didn't say one nice word to me, even though I went back into the storage closet to find her a shirt," I muttered, rolling my eyes again. "Not even a thank you."

"Don't act so surprised," Aria said, before reminding me, "she is, after all, the biggest bitch at Hollis."

"Try the biggest bitch in Rosewood," I corrected. "How's your paper going?"

"It's not," Aria admitted, looking back at her computer. "I can't get past this last paragraph. It's like I've said everything I need to say, but I don't know how to conclude it all."

"Can't you just restate your thesis?" Aria was the big English nerd, and I was majoring in finance and business, but I remembered a few things from my basics English class in my first year of college.

"There isn't a thesis, it's not an expository or a persuasive," Aria reminded me.

"Oh," I said, shrugging, "sorry."

"Don't worry about it," she answered, sighing. "I'll do it later. I still have a couple of days."

"How about in the meantime, we invite Hanna over and have some pizza?" I suggested.

"Sounds like a plan. You order, I'll run over and get Hanna," Aria agreed, jumping up. Hanna's dorm roommate was a total stuck up bitch, so when we all hung out, she came over to our dorm. It wasn't the biggest hassle, she was only a floor below us.

Hanna and Aria returned a few minutes after I ordered the pizza, and Hanna flopped down next to Aria on her bed and we started talking about our day. The three of us were so familiar with one another— we'd known each other since freshman year of high school and we'd been best friends ever since, just the three of us.

"So you know what I heard?" Hanna said after a little while. I wasn't surprised that she was the first one to bring up any gossip.

"What?" Aria and I asked her, already intrigued. Hanna always had the best gossip for some reason.

"Alison DiLaurentis was late to one of her friend's parties today, and the bitch friend got so mad that she kicked Alison out of the party. Just uninvited her like that," Hanna stated, quirking up her eyebrow. "I heard that Alison yelled some pretty harsh things at her and made the girl cry, but she still left." Aria and I exchanged a glance. "What? Am I missing something?"

"Alison came into the store today and was buying a blouse last minute for that friend," I explained, shrugging.

"Whoa, you actually talked to Alison DiLaurentis?" Hanna demanded.

"Don't sound so impressed, Han," Aria discouraged, furrowing her eyebrows. "This girl is a bitch. She's not some goddess."

Hanna rolled her eyes. "I know that, but she's like the center of every gossip story. She's like one of those horrible celebrities that everyone hates, and even though everyone does hate them, they still get some sort of pride when they meet them."

"Well trust me, I have no pride," I insisted, rolling my eyes. "I went out of my way to help her find a shirt and she didn't even say thank you."

"Did you say something rude to her?" Hanna questioned.

"Yeah, once I found out it was her I just said something sarcastic about her not being able to be late to the party she was going to," I answered.

Now, Aria and Hanna exchanged glances.

"What?" I demanded.

"Are you working tomorrow?" Aria questioned. I answered with just a nod. "Well, you know she's going to come back tomorrow to return that shirt, right?"

"We don't know that," I argued, shaking my head. "Maybe she'll keep it."

"Alison DiLaurentis keeping a shirt from a place that isn't a big named clothing store?" Hanna asked with a snort. "Come on, Em, you're smart than that."

"Well what do I care if she comes and returns the shirt?" I demanded.

"I'd just watch out if I were you," Aria advised.

"Yeah, if you said something to her about being late, and then all of that shit happened when she did end up late… well, she does have a bit of a temper," Hanna reminded me. "Just be careful, alright? Stand your ground."

"You two are crazy. Nothing weird is going to happen tomorrow, whether Alison comes into the store or not," I stated. There was a knock on the door, and I got up to retrieve the pizza. As I was facing away from my friends, I bit my lip nervously. What if Alison did get really mad at me or something? It was thing not to know Alison, and one thing to have just met her once, but no one wanted to be on her bad side. And as much as I hated her, I needed to be on her good side or on no side.

I wasn't going to have my life disappear from under me courtesy of a raging Alison DiLaurentis.


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So I'm going to try and update this and RIMS and CD tomorrow =) Probably no more updates today, I'm kinda busy like I'm at my sister's place and we're setting up for my nephew's bday party soon so i'll be super busy ya know lol.

So yeah my baby nephew is like attacking my laptop so have no more to say :P Have a good day everyone! Love you all! Please review ;)