A/N: Hello! I hope you guys will enjoy this story. I wanna write an emison story that starts in after the 5x13 because I feel like there's barely any stories from then, and I think it was a perfect time for multiple emison possibilities. Just as a disclaimer, I know that the liars had their senior year in the show 2011-2012, but I can't remember anything that was actually going on then, so (this may be confusing) but I'm setting this story up as if their senior year was 2016-2017. There will also be a load of pop culture references in this, mainly Rupaul's Drag Race, because I'm obessed with it and I feel like certain people in this show would be too. Reviews would be amazing, because I really do wanna make this story as good as it can be. I also have a feeling this story will be very long, so I hope you'll all stay tuned for new chapters soon. Also, the title comes from the Katy Perry song Firework. Okay, byeee!

I sighed as I got out of my car that I had just parked in the school parking lot. It had been a couple of weeks since the dreadful Christmas ball. Ever since then, the girls had either ignored, avoided or glared at me. Needless to say, I'd been rather lonely. My only friend in the world, CeCe, was in Paris, and my father and Jason were on the world's longest business trip. I spent my alone time curled up on the couch watching TV shows. My favourite obviously being RuPaul's Drag Race.

I had actually managed to get my grades up substantially, even making my way up to getting transferred to AP classes, seeing as I only got A's and B's. Trust me when I say this; that certainly doesn't mean I liked studying, doing homework and going to school, I just had nothing else to do. –A hadn't bothered me in ages, and the police had ruled me out as a suspect for Mona's murderer when I told them the full truth about everything. There were minor consequences for lying, but they weren't so bad. The police told me they wouldn't tell anyone what I said, so I doubted the girls knew about my truthfulness.

Walking into the school for the first time since early December, I felt totally invisible; everyone was over the not-dead girl with no friends. I actually liked finally having all the attention on me for once. It was refreshing to say the least. I just hoped this new semester would be just easy and boring.

The halls were buzzing; I think the lacrosse team had just been announced this weekend for the season, if any of the jocks celebrative snapchat stories were any indication. I rolled my eyes at the overconfident jocks (who were now slapping each other on the back and screaming their heads off) as I made my way to my locker. I opened it up and grabbed my history and science books for first and second period, already tired before the semester had even begun.

If I were being honest, my locker was very plain. The only thing in there was a shelf to store more books and a photo. The photo hanging up was the one CeCe and I took the summer before I ran away. Looking at it reminded me that there was someone in this world who loved and trusted me. I started putting some books I'd taken home from last semester back into my locker. Then I heard a group of footsteps approach the locker to my left. I didn't bother to look up, I already knew who it was.

"So," Hanna began, "I was thinking we could do it at Spencer's house."

"Oh yeah, Han, go ahead and invite everyone to my house." Spencer said sarcastically.

"Well then where do you suggest?" Hanna huffed.

"My house, obviously you fucking idiot." Spencer laughed. Hanna lightly slapped her shoulder.

"Bitch."

"Well, Han, that's what you get for stealing the last slice of pizza." Emily tested.

"Please can we not start this again?" Aria begged.

"Fine." Emily and Hanna agreed in unison.

I saw Hanna glance at me from the corner of my eyes. The girls started stating the various classes that they needed to go get their books for and they went to their own lockers. Hanna opened the locker next to mine and got some books out.

"That's a cute picture." Hanna commented, looking at the picture of CeCe and I. I instantly jumped and let out a yelp of shock that she actually bothered to say something nice to me.

"Um… thank you." I awkwardly replied. Hanna stared at the picture for a minute before closing her locker and walking away. I shook my head at the strange interaction before making my way to history class. As the first bell rang, I heard Mrs Welch shout at the still rowdy jocks, telling them to get to class. I laughed.

"Good morning class! On your way in make sure to check the sheet on the wall. It shows you where you'll sit for the rest of the year! Oh, and please remember to remember the number next to your name!" The always happy Miss Ballinger greeted as I walked into her class. I checked the list and found my name near the top.

DiLaurentis, Alison, Row 6, Seat 1, Number 1

It was a great seat. Back row, right in the corner. The number, however, I was quite confused about. I noted that everyone's number was either 1 or 2 as I skimmed down the number column. I sat down in my new seat and put my bag under the table. This classroom was one of the only rooms in the school to have tables in rows that fit 4 students along them, instead of just a desk for one or two. There were two tables in each row, so the classroom was pretty cramped, but that meant that the teacher could barely tell what was going on in the back. You could get away with things like going on your phone, sleeping or eating.

I folded my arms on the table and rested my head in them, closing my eyes. The teacher had long given up on telling me otherwise. As the class filed in, I heard someone take a seat next to me, but I really could not be asked to lift my head to see who it was. Suddenly, I heard the teacher close the door.

"Okay class, these seats are where you're going to be sitting for the rest of the school year. Did everyone remember their numbers?" There was a collective 'yes' that I didn't bother to join in on. "Good. Now, if you're a one, look to your right, and if you're a two, look to your left. The person you're looking at will be your history partner for the rest of the year. This is the person you'll be going all of your classwork, assignments, homework, and presentations with. Let's hope none of you have beef with one another." The last comment earned a laugh from the class.

I decide I should probably look up and see who my partner would be. I gasp as I see who it is. None other than Emily fucking Fields. Great, there goes my A+ in this class.