AN: I don't own Pretty Little Liars, though I wish I did. Minus Wicked, obviously. That book was rushed and definitely uncalled for. I found at least three major typos, and the pairings were just.. fucked up? Whatever. Don't mention it. Ever. 3

Emily

I thought Alison was dead. Everyone did. I cried a lot, too. So much that my parents suggested a counselor... which I got. They thought I was in love with Ali... which I was. So when the perfect Alison clone came marching through the chipped, wooden door, I nearly had a panick attack. She had her head held high, in a way only Ali D. could. I thought I was dreaming; I thought it was her.

But when she looked at me, the first thing I saw were her eyes. Big, green eyes. Ali's eyes were blue. Would Ali get contacts? I was getting ahead of myself, though. Alison was dead. She wasn't going to come back just like that... however much I wished she would.

"Ahh. I see that Miss DiLaurentis has decided to join us." My teacher breathed out, her voice low and raspy. The class gasped, and I knew what they were all thinking. They were thinking that it was Ali standing in the front of the room. I knew, though. That wasn't Ali, even if it looked like her.

But... why did she have the same last name? I couldn't piece it together. Did she have... a sister? A twin, at that? No way. Ali would've told me. I wanted to know right then. But like I said, she's not coming back.

"Hey, Alison?" Noel called from the back of the room, oblivious to the fact it wasn't the girl he'd been trying to score a date with since sixth grade standing in the front of the room.

I saw clone Ali flinch, but she didn't turn to answer Noel, as I had suspected. "Everyone, this is Addison, I expect you to make her feel welcome." She said, pointing to a seat... next to me.

Addison? She was even rhyming with Ali now. I refused to call her by her first or last name by then. I figured it was a stupid, messed up nightmare because I'd been watching Ghost Whisperer the night before, even though my parents highly disapproved.

She poked me lightly in the arm as we got into the reading of Shakespeare. "Hey, Emily, what's his name?" She pointed to Eric Kahn who was walking through the door, a folder in his hand, ready to give to Mrs. Williams.

Great. She was already thinking she was all that. Just like Alison, did... thinking she could score a date with someone who's obviously much higher up than her. Gradewise, at least. But that wasn't my problem.

"How do you know my name?" My voice was sharp, and she looked taken aback.

"It's... right there." Clone Ali pointed to a piece of paper that'd been lying on my desk. I had only put my first name on it so far, and I'd been planning to take notes. I shoved it into my binder.

"Oh." So I didn't answer her about Eric, and she didn't try to ask again. I cought a few glimpses of Addie - no, Clone Ali out of the corner of my eye. She wrote with her left hand... Ali wrote with her right. And by then I'd figured out it wasn't a dream, so I decided that I'd just gone crazy instead. Ali D. would tell me if she had a sister. She would tell me if it was her sitting next to me, scratching feverishly away on a piece of colored notebook paper. She would tell me, because I just know.