Everything is slowly becoming normal again. Emily Fields still winces when there are sudden abrupt noises, still checks her closet to see if there is anyone hiding in it and still thinks black hoodies are out of season, but she is slightly becoming more at ease walking the streets of Rosewood. She hates A. Everything that happened to her and her best friends. Yet, she somehow would be able to forgive because she is not who she used to be. Emily hated the old version of herself. The timid, shy, easily walked on young girl who was scared to be herself. Emily Fields is now confident, happy and proud.

She brushes through the knots in her thick brown hair and stares off in thought about the events of her past.

"Sweetheart, I think your hair looks nice," Pam Fields says to her daughter as she smiles from Emily's bedroom door.

"Uh. Yeah. Thanks mom," Emily says placing the brush on her desk. She stands and throws a plaid button up over her Rosewood Sharks t-shirt and begins to lace up her grey converse.

"You've worn those shoes for every single one of your first day of schools since you bought them," Pam says lovingly to her daughter.

"I didn't even realize," she responded with a surprised smile.

"Sometimes you can't help but feel comfortable with something you love so much," she says as she gives a wink and exits the room. When Emily finished getting ready she stood for a moment in her room. As the room sat in silence, Emily's mind was scattered and loud. Her mom's words made her think of that something.


Alison DiLaurentis decided she wants to walk to school. She usually got a ride with Spencer, but today she preferred walking so she could get a chance to think and prepare for the day. She was more nervous than she expected she would be. She tried on numerous outfits, could barely eat any of the French toast her dad made and checked her class schedule three times.

Alison loved high school. Before she had to leave Rosewood it was her kingdom. She was only 15 at that time, but she owned it. People couldn't help but want to be her or want to be with her. It always temporarily filled the pit in her heart. She never could figure out what was missing, not until she had more time than she could handle to think about it when she was on the run.

"You're walking?" a familiar voice behind her said. She caught herself smiling and dismantled it before she turned around. She caught her breath as Emily Fields was walking her bike toward her.

"Spencer is taking Toby," Alison says as Emily pushes her bike to catch up with her, "I didn't want to intrude." Not to seem too eager, Alison turned around and began to slowly walk in the direction she was headed. When Emily reaches Alison she gives her a genuine smile. Alison can't help but return the gesture with a smile she only reserves for people she trusts. Feeling vulnerable – something a DiLaurentis despised – she looked down at her feet and noticed that the two girls were walking in sync. It was so comfortable to be together, even when things were really tough for her and her friends.

"If you want to ride the rest of the way on your bike I wouldn't be offended," Alison offered. Emily bumped her with her butt which hit Alison at her waist. They both laughed and walked together for the rest of the way having nice, relaxed conversation.


"Senior year here we come," Alison said as Emily replied with a sigh. Noticing Emily's unenthused attitude, Alison reaches out and firmly grabs her hand. A shot of unexpected electricity courses through her body. She lifts her head to see Alison standing in front of her making direct eye contact. Her breath deepens when her eyes meet the piercing stone blue eyes looking intently at her. "A is gone. I'm here. Let's try and enjoy this hellhole."

Alison releases her grip and Emily catches her breath "Have a good day Ali. I will see you at lunch." She hated that even after all of this time, all of the pain, that Alison still could make her heart race the way it did when she touched her. Alison gave her a wink and turned and stepped toward the building. Emily watched as people couldn't help but notice her as she glided up the stairs and disappear into a place that held so many bad memories for them.

She let out another heavy sigh and started toward her first day of senior year at Rosewood High School.


This is an introduction chapter. I promise there will be more interesting stories ahead.