I have returned to the Fanfiction world with an all new story. This time I have a plan and I know the ending. So I'm bound to finish this one!
Haha. Just read, I promise I'm not insane.
Aria
"Hello students of Rosewood High," announced Principal Daily over the loud speaker, "I'm sorry for the upset of your morning schedule and I assure you that this announcement will be short, though utterly important, so I ask you to remain silent and respectful regarding to what I have to say. Sadly, over the break, we have lost a student who was so very close to many of us. Maya St. Germaine has tragically passed away. I know this is difficult to grasp for some of you, and if any of you cannot handle this I thoroughly suggest you talk with a grief counselor who will be happy to discuss your feelings with you. Please be respectful to your peers about this awful incident. Being a teenager is difficult and I ask all of you to be very careful. I know we will all miss Maya greatly. Thank you for your time and have a great rest of the day."
There was a familiar crackle as the speaker shut off and the English classroom was, for once, silent. Aria looked up at Emily's empty desk. She didn't blame her for not coming to school today. Aria was shook up enough as it was, and she wasn't in love with the girl.
Mr. Hennings cleared his throat and looked up at the class, a sympathetic smile pasted onto his typically expressionless face. The man had beady eyes and had random spots of hair and band-aids on his face, as if he and his beard got into a fight and neither of them won.
Aria wished that her old English teacher were there, so she'd once again have an excuse to look at his face for an hour without anyone having any suspicions. Her heart sped up as she remembered that she'd see him later that day.
Just more twelve hours, she thought to herself.
After an awkward little speech by Mr. Hennings and a class period of utter tediousness, Aria escaped the tiny little classroom.
The hallway was erupting with talk about Maya. There were people asking questions, stating theories, talking about what they remembered. It was definitely a good idea that Emily didn't come to school that day.
As devastated as Aria was about Maya, she was also a bit… well, relieved. A was in jail. The person who had been tormenting her, the person who knew every little awful thing about her, was in jail, where she couldn't hurt her any more. Though, it was shocking that A was Mona. Mona had been helping them out, for crying out loud. Plus, Mona was Hannah's best friend. It was still curious to Aria how Mona, of all people, could know so much about her. She was Hannah's best friend, not hers. But either way, that period of her life was over. She was free. Maybe she would even tell Ezra. Tell him everything.
Still in her romantic day-dream, Aria opened her locker, quickly snapping out of her daze as a pile of books fell out. Sighing, she bent down to pick them up when a chrisom red piece of paper caught her eye. She picked it up and gasped at what she saw. Looking around to make sure no one else saw, she shoved it back into her locker, shutting it frantically.
Spencer
Spencer tapped her pencil on her desk as Mrs. Smith droned on and on about things that happened hundreds of years ago. It was only second period and she already felt like there were weights on her eyelids, pulling them down. Though her body was tired from staying up all night, her mind was running wild.
Spencer kept trying to piece together what she knew. A was in jail, so A couldn't have killed Maya. What had even happened to Maya? After they arrived at the police scene they sent them home without telling them anything, not even Emily. Was Maya murdered or was it an accident? Where had Maya disappeared to and why did she come back? There were so many questions and that fact that Spencer had no answers drove her crazy.
She almost jumped out of her seat as the all too familiar ringing of bells started. She quickly jotted down the homework and walked out of the room.
She looked around the hallway, looking for one face in particular. She finally saw him, leaning against the wall, looking at her with smoldering eyes. Toby.
Spencer walked over to him and without a word he wrapped her in his arms.
"When did you find out?" he whispered after what seemed like hours, though had only been a minute or two. His leather jacket provided familiar warmth against Spencer's skin.
"Yesterday," Spencer whispered, not leaving his embrace, "We were at the crime scene, but they sent us away. I didn't figure anything out."
"Are you okay?" he asked, playing with her hair, "I haven't seen you all day."
"Yeah I'm fi-"
"BUZZ."
"That's the bell," she finished, pulling away from him.
Toby looked at her for a second before kissing her softly.
"See you soon, okay?"
Spencer smiled as she nodded, running off to her next class. She slid into French seconds before the late bell rung. Out of breath, she started to pull out her French stuff when she noticed something stuck inside her book. It was a piece of paper, chrisom red.
Can you guess what the note would say?
Bet you ten bucks your guess is right. But, hey, that's sort of the point.
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