Never trust a pretty girl with an ugly secret. Don't trust an ugly girl with an ugly secret either. Or boy either for that matter. You know what, just don't trust anyone.

This is the first part of a story I am currently working on. It's a crossover between Pretty Little Liars and Sailor Moon. I have read both the books and seen the TV series, so the "canon" of this story will be mixed. This is a part of the first chapter, which I chose to split into pieces because for some reason it ended up becoming very long. So this is the first part of the first chapter, pretty much. ~ Read it and enjoy!

Chapter 1: Ali's Third Identity

My name is Alison DiLaurentis, but you can call me Ali.

I am the queen bee of my own little clique, pushed together by lies and glued together by secrets.

And I like it.

You know, being the popular bitch everyone wants to either kill, date or just be.

However, I was not always like this. Believe it or not, I am living someone else's life.

My real life is called "Courtney DiLaurentis".

"Alison, you were supposed to leave for school fifteen minutes ago!" her mother's voice echoed down from the kitchen.

Alison took one step back from the mirror and battered her eyelashes, testing to see if she wore enough mascara. More than enough, she decided and turned around to pick up her bag. Her mother called after her again, but Alison ignored her. Ali didn't care if she was late for school, but going to school without make-up was a crime. She walked out of her room and walked downstairs, letting her new sandals properly touch the floor for the first time. A perfect match.

When she was finally down in the kitchen, her mother was stressed out as usually. Her lunch was lying on the table. Just another typical morning ritual for the DiLaurentis family. Alison grabbed the lunch and put it down in her bag.

"Alison!" her mother yelled.

"I am right here," Alison hissed. Mrs DiLaurentis turned around and gave Ali an apologetic smile for about half a second, then she turned back and started to rearrange some of the decorations. Alison shrugged and assumed it was just another business meeting. "Goodbye, mom," Alison said and left the room, walking out of the house and onto the street.

She looked at one of her hands and touched her nail carefully with one of her fingertips, concluding that the nail polish was finally dry. Alison ran that hand through her hair briefly before flipping it behind her and continuing her walk. I'm Ali, and I'm fabulous, she told herself.

When Alison had walked about half of the way to school, she suddenly felt something strange in her hair. Angrily she turned around to kill whatever fly had been unlucky enough to land in her hair, but to her surprise, it was not an insect. It was a parrot. An African Grey parrot, to be exact.

"Tippi," Alison whispered in shock. She had not seen her parrot for days after it suddenly flew away from her when they were outside. Prior to that moment, Tippi followed her like a dog.

Before Alison had the time to react or think about how to capture Tippi into a cage, Tippi suddenly flew away again. Alison watched helplessly as her only friend left her again, flying away from the school. A small piece of Alison's heart broke. So close.

-Ten minutes later-

"Miss DiLaurentis, can I please 'borrow' you for a moment?"

Alison stood outside in the hallway, leaning towards the wall and waiting for "Mr Fitz" to come out of the classroom. Borrow you, she thought and gnashed her teeth. And you are supposed to be an English teacher.

The classroom door opened and Ezra Fitz came out, then closed it with a loud bang. His facial expression was neutral, but Alison could read him like a book. She could bet her entire shoe collection that his blood was rushing, his heart was beating too fast and that he wondered how to get away from the situation.

"Alison..." he nearly whispered.

"Don't call me by my first name," Alison snapped. "To you, I am Miss DiLaurentis, your student. Or maybe you are used to calling your students by their first name now?"

Ezra was speechless. He scratched his head, very puzzled by the entire scenario. But Alison was not going to let him even breathe a word in his own defense.

"Of course you are," Alison said and gave him a sarcastic smile. "I suppose it's a little bit difficult to scream Oh, Miss Montgomery! when you are fornicating with my best friend – who, I remind you, is underage and your student."

"It was not supposed to happen," Ezra said helplessly. "When I met her, I had no idea she was your age. She told me that she was considering to major in English and I made the wrong assumptions."

Alison let her smile fade, preparing to crush him into a billion pieces.

"That sounds very familiar," she replied, switching to her ice cold voice. "I wonder why."

"No, Alison," Ezra said, almost begging her. "This is different from us."

"Yes, it is different from us," Alison replied. "But you are not different, Ezra. So give me one reason why I shouldn't go straight to Mr Tamborelli and tell him that one of my teachers is a statutory rapist."

"I'm in love with Aria," Ezra proclaimed desperately. "Please Alison, don't..."

Alison smiled. The victor of this conversation was undoubtedly her, as she predicted. Now I just have to pull off the finishing blow smoothly and Ezra is toast, she thought to herself. Just thinking about it made her want to giggle.

"I am glad you care about love, Mr Fitz," Alison said casually. "Perhaps you changed after you dumped me while I was pregnant and made me go all alone to the hospital to get an abortion."

Ezra's eyes widened in horror and he looked around in the corridor to make sure nobody had heard them.

"Alison, don't," Ezra whispered and took a few steps closer, until his face was just inches away from hers. "I will lose everything. I promise you that I am not that kind of person anymore and I am truly and honestly in love with Aria."

"You are also truly and honestly committing a crime which could send you to prison," Alison smiled.

Ezra bit his lip.

"What do you want, Alison?" he asked.

Alison looked at him and bent a little bit more forward, until their lips were nearly touching.

"Money," she replied. Then she turned around, making her hair practically slap him in the face. "I say we start with three thousand, don't you agree?" she added with a much more relaxed voice.

"Three thousand-?"

"Will you still write stories in jail?"

Ezra was furious. "Fine," he said. "Where do we meet?"

"We can meet in your office tomorrow," Alison said cheerfully. "Can we get back to class now? I would love to hear more about Lolita."

Ezra did not reply, but as soon as he put his hand on the door handle, Alison whispered: "Fascinating book choice, Mr Fitz."

Then he opened the door and she walked in, sitting down next to Spencer, with Aria on her other side. Spencer raised an eyebrow, but Aria was way past that.

"What did he want?" Aria asked. Alison looked at her friend, thinking about how completely clueless she was and resisted the urge to pat her on the head.

"Wow Aria, aren't you curious?" Alison smiled. Aria gave her a confused look and then turned her head to continue drooling over Ezra.

"Hey," Hanna said excitedly and showed Alison a gossip magazine. Shoplifted, Alison assumed. "Ali, look at her hideous dress!"

Alison looked at the magazine, pretending to actually care about what Hanna said. Then she looked up and said: "It would look much better on you, Hanna. You know, once you've lost enough weight."

Hanna's face changed from happy to sad within seconds, so Alison turned to Emily and gave her a wink. Emily did not even say anything, she just looked away while her cheeks turned red. Pushed together by lies and glued together by secrets. And also, lead by a fabulous bitch with an iron fist. Alison noted to herself that if she ever received an assignment from Mr Fitz that involved writing a story, she would write about herself.

Maybe even hint some of the dirtier details. Because, in truth, Alison wasn't herself, and she knew that. In reality, Alison was Courtney. Courtney was Alison. One of them was locked up at Radley, the other one had taken herself some well deserved freedom. Freedom had a price however. Freedom involved becoming that person who was locked up in Radley. Freedom meant that certain arrangements had to be done...

-A couple of hours later-

Alison put her book back in her locker while Emily stood right next to her and faithfully watched on. Emily always reminded her of Tippi; following her around like a dog every time she was around.

"So you are officially quitting the swim team now?" Alison asked. She usually tried to be nicer to Emily, since barely any manipulation was needed. Emily was already smitten with her.

She nodded. "I spoke to coach yesterday," Emily told Alison. "After school today I will go to the locker room and gather my stuff."

"You are better off without that anyway," Alison said with a shrug. "It's just too butch for you, Em." Alison bit her lip, realizing that the comment had been unnecessary. Before Emily had the time to look sad, Ali quickly added: "I just think you need something more relaxing."

"You are right," Emily said slowly. Then she gave Alison a forced smile. "I need to go to Chemistry class now, so I'll see you later."

See you later? Alison felt something off about it, but she shrugged it off and waved goodbye to Emily. Poor Emily was probably just feeling bad about having to be lab partners with Toby Cavanaugh, Jenna's brother. And Jenna was the girl they accidentally blinded last year. All four of them agreed that Toby was creepy.

Alison had never figured out a way to explain the truth to them. She had never wanted to. How could she ever explain how Jenna double-crossed her and how the situation was completely in reverse to what she had expected? Just thinking about it made her stomach hurt. Luckily, she had the videos, and that was enough to keep Jenna off.

Alison looked around to find Spencer, and to her surprise, saw Spencer standing by the board. She walked up to her and looked at what it said.

I need a tutor in French, please contact me here...

Followed by paper pieces which had his phone number on them. None had been taken. Alison recognized the handwriting immediately as Toby's.

"Looking to do some teaching, Spence?" Alison asked coldly.

Spencer turned around with a guilty look on her face, as if she had been caught doing something she was not supposed to.

"Of course not," Spencer said apologetically. "Emily has a total crush on him, she wouldn't like it."

Alison paled. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Spencer rolled her eyes. Alison's anger burst up. Spencer was the only one of the four girls who dared to stand up against her, which was sometimes fun, and sometimes just annoying.

"They spend a lot of time together and she always looks at him in the cafeteria," Spencer replied, sounding bored. Then she turned back to staring at the numbers, as if they were trying to tell her something.

No way, Alison thought. Spencer is wrong. Emily has only eyes for me. But for some reason, Alison felt a shred of doubt in her body.

"I can't bother with French today," Alison said. "I think I will just go home."

Spencer did not even reply. Alison gritted her teeth.

"Give Ian a kiss from me," Alison added.

That caused a reaction. Spencer flipped around and immediately looked scared. Aria was not the only one dating a creepy older guy. However, in Spencer's case it was almost even worse, since Ian was her sister's new husband. It was bad enough that Melissa's ex-fiancé shoved his tongue down Spencer's throat and then made it sound like Spencer initiated it. If Melissa found out that Ian had kissed Spencer, she would immediately assume Spencer had somehow "seduced" him into it too.

"Alison," Spencer whispered. "You know that wasn't my fault."

"I do," Alison said. "But Melissa doesn't."

"Are you threatening me?" Spencer asked and clenched her fists. Alison shook her head and realized that she had gone too far for no reason at all. In panic to come up with something to excuse her behavior, Alison grabbed one of the phone numbers.

"Here," Alison said and gave it to Spencer. "I seriously think you should tutor him. Emily is not interested, she likes someone else."

Spencer stared at the number in her hands and then gave Alison a confused look.

"Ali, you have said it yourself," Spencer said. "Toby is a creep who watched us change our clothes." Her face paled, which meant that she remembered The Jenna Thing again.

"He is also a good potential alibi if Melissa starts to suspect something," Alison said, trying to sound confident. Spencer looked her in the eyes, still very confused, but it seemed to work. Nailed it, Alison thought. It wasn't too bad of an excuse either. Since Toby had turned out to be more innocent than she first anticipated, maybe he might even be a good match for Spencer.

"Thank you Ali," Spencer mumbled. Then she walked away without saying goodbye. Alison was not offended though, she knew that Spencer forgot all social norms whenever she was very concentrated on something. She looked around to see if she could find Aria, but she had already left. Alison guessed that Aria was avoiding her out of jealousy, and reminded herself to bring up the illegal relationship between her and Ezra if Aria ever tried to shut her out. Alison walked out of the school and pondered about her friendship with the girls.

Since day one, she had insisted that they should share secrets with one another. However, somehow they had spilled their secrets to her really easily, and Alison realized that in order to really convince them that she was Alison, she had to be Alison. She had to become Alison. So she did. The cost was her guilty conscience, but she was so used to being Alison nowadays that she didn't feel it. It was as if a lot of her actions were not done by her. They were done by Alison.

And since Alison wasn't Alison – she should not feel guilty about the actions of Alison.

A fluttering sound was heard in the distance. Alison turned around and saw Tippi, who had just landed on the wooden bench next to her. Alison's heart sank. Maybe Tippi had not gone away completely.

"Did you have a good day at school today, Alison?"

Alison blinked and immediately started to look in every possible direction. But nobody was around. She searched behind her, but the only thing there apart from Tippi and herself were the leaves swirling around in the autumn air.

"I hope you didn't bully those poor four girls too much again."

Alison looked at Tippi in fear when she realized that the parrot's mouth was moving when those sounds came out. Alison let out a shriek.

"Tippi, you TALK?!"

Tippi let out a soft giggle that barely even sounded like that of a parrot. Alison felt like her head might explode. Did I accidentally get drugged during lunch? She thought to herself. Alison pinched herself in the arm to wake up in case it was a dream, but it wasn't. Her heart started beating too fast.

"Roosewood High's queen bee has never been more terrifying," Tippi said. Alison had no words. She just stared.

Suddenly, Tippi flew up in the air, and out of nowhere came a necklace with a charm on it. Alison resisted her fear and grabbed the necklace before it hit the bench. It was decorated with diamonds in the colors blue, red, green and orange. In the middle was another one which was much bigger and shone in pink. It was beautiful. Without thinking, put the necklace around her neck and admired it.

Then she broke away from whatever spell had caused her to become so fascinated with everything and started to question her reality.

"Tippi, why are you talking?" Alison asked. "Or rather, who are you and what have you done with my parrot? And what is the meaning of this cheap necklace made out of fake diamonds?" She dangled with it in the air, but didn't take it off.

Tippi took a deep breath.

"You are one of the Sailor Guardians," Tippi said. "The Sailor Guardians are the four warriors which protect the Princess, and the planet Earth. You are the leader, Sailor Moon."

Alison stared into the sky. Am I high? She wondered.

"You still don't believe me, do you?" Tippi asked. Alison looked at the parrot and formed a "no" with her mouth. "Very well then, I should have known you would be skeptical," Tippi said and landed on the wooden bench again. "Just repeat what I say: Moon Prism Power, Make Up!"

"I can't believe you are trying to trick me into this," Alison sighed.

"Repeat it: Moon Prism Power, Make Up!"

Alison rolled her eyes, wondering how Noel had managed to hire a very believable and invisible voice actress to play her parrot and try to make her believe this craziness, but nonetheless, she could never end the stupid prank if she didn't try to believe it first.

"Moon Prism Power, Make Up!" Alison yelled.