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I haven't been here in more than a year~ oops! here's a story for you to make it up! this story will have more than 80 chapters i hope... depending how it goes. bTW this story is taking place in 2010, when the T.V. show first aired. But Ali never went missing and the Alison is exactly the person everyone thinks she is, without any of the secrets... like, she never got pregnant, didnt hook up with ian... etc... and btw there's no Courtney
And this just like the T.V. show exept all the drama doesn't happen, so they are 16 here. And Ali never died.
Chapter 1:
ALISONS P.O.V.
Sometimes when you're about to fall asleep, you focus on the small little things that you never will remember again. Like the time around a week ago, I swore to my life that I wouldn't ever be rude, offensive or make fun of Jason again (I had a drink or two, don't blame me). Then I nearly slapped myself in the morning.
I took a deep, relaxed breath as I sunk deeper into my bed, my head falling into the vanilla soap scented pilllow, the scent filling my nose making my head ache. I hated that scent. It made me feel sick. It was everywhere in my room, even my new clothes thay I barely touched smelled Vanilla soapy.
My shaky hand reached out for the water bottle on the little desk beside my bed. I picked up the bottle and took a big gulp. Ok calm.
My head sunk back into my pillow. I tried to ignore the burning scent of Vanilla soap and focus on clearing my headache.
deep relaxed breath, calm movements, clear your head of all thoughts and push the noises out. Eyes closed, mouth closed.
My head began to feel heavy on my pillow, my eyes were glued shut. It started to become dizzy, sorta like being drunk but much more calmer and relaxing. All the thoughts were shoved out of my head and I began too...
BEEP
My eyes jolted awake, the thoughts came back. My head felt light and awake. Before I knew what was happening the smell of Vanilla soap went throught my nose making the headache go wild again.
My head throbed as I stood up and walked to my phone checking who would text me at 1A.M.
I picked up my phone. I clicked the on the 'on' of my phone. The light of the phone hit me right in the eyes as my headache worsened.
It was from Emily.
Curse her.
NEW TEXT FROM EMILY
i need to talk to u please call me now
I was pissed off at her texting me this late. I don't freaking care about her problem now! She caused my headache... and ruined the moment. She could die for all I care now as long as she doesn't bother me and let. me. sleep. I knew she liked to stay awake like half the night because she can't sleep, but does she HAVE to ruin my perfect moment of almost falling asleep?
She just ruins everything she touches.
Emily freakin' Fields.
I turned off my phone without replying and hoped into bed hoping to relive that glorious moment of falling asleep WITHOUT any interuptions.
My headache still as active as before throbed in pain. I tried to ignore it.
deep relaxed breath, calm movements, clear your head of all thoughts and push the noises out. Eyes closed, mouth closed.
My head began to feel heavy on my pillow, my eyes were glued shut. It started to become dizzy, sorta like being drunk but much more calmer and relaxing. All the thoughts were shoved out of my head and I began too...
Fall asleep.
MORNING
The phone rang waking me up. I sighed. 8am on a Saturday. Screw my life.
I got up feeling woozy and tired and picking up the home phone.
"Dilaurentis residence, how may I hep you." I said in monotone. I don't care about anything but sleep now.
"A-Ali... I n-need to talk to you..." A stuttered voice came throught the phone, my teeth clenched. I don't care about anything now. And I certaintly would not like to play therapist with anyone at 8am on a Saturday. I don't need to comfort anyone now, let them die for all I care as long as I sleep.
"Who is it?" I snapped loudly. I don't care if I hurt their feelings.
"Emily." Click
I hung up on her. Emily's problems were always so small, she made a big deal out of nothing all the time.
Like on time she called me when I was taking a bath telling me to come over because there was a very big emergency. I, being the good friend went over there and comforted her crying for over 10 minutes. Then she told me what happened.
She read in a news article about a dog that went missing. Not just any dog. A yorkie. Her favourite breed.
Rosewood is full of some strange people.
The phone rang again.
Just when I was about to get back into bed.
I decided to answer it.
Before I could say hello, Emily said:
"I'm Pregnant."