So this story is a little different… everything in the story has already happened the only difference is that Spencer has a younger sister as well as her older sister Melissa. This is what happens when Charlotte, Spencer's younger sister comes home from her boarding school that her parents sent her to.

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Compassion

Spencer woke up thinking that today would be just like every other day. Wake up, go to school, go to field hockey practice, go home, fight with her sister and parents, and do hours and hours of mind numbing homework and finally crash into bed around 1 A.M. She thought this until she heard the front door open and bags and things hit the floor.

Spencer goes down stairs

"Hello? Anyone here?" Charlottes raspy voice echoed through the empty house

Spencer is in shock and almost doesn't recognize her baby sister. She hasn't seen her in about three years.

"Charlotte? What are you doing here?" Spencer's voice is high pitched with shock

"Hey Spence!" Charlotte hugs her older sister "Mom and Dad didn't tell you I was coming?" Spencer shakes her head "My dorm room is being tented so I had to come home." Spencer is still in disbelief and Charlotte grabs a water bottle out of the fridge and sits down at the island strategically placed in the middle of the rather large kitchen. "So, where is the wicked witch of the west and her flying monkey anyway? Playing tennis at the club? Or at a fancy dinner with the Flumingbergenheffers?" Spencer laughs she always found her hilarious.

"They're in New York City for the week." Spencer has sympathy in her voice and her eyes.

"Of course they are, I call and tell them I'm coming home for a week and the whisk off to New York so they don't have to see or deal with me. How perfect for them." Charlotte is not necessarily angry but not hurt, she is merely stating a fact. "Where's ma and pa's pride and joy?"

"Melissa? She's in the barn." Spencer is still upset that Melissa got the barn and she didn't "She's living there now."

"Ah… going places I see…" Spencer has always been amazed at her sister's snarky, strong personality. She always wanted to be more like her, but she would never admit that out loud… to anyone… especially Charlotte.

"Hmm… well you know Melissa. Do you want help with your bags. We can bring them up to the guest ro- I mean your room." Charlotte looks a little hurt now but quickly masks it with a snarky comment.

"Ah… Martha Stewart couldn't wait to get rid of me so she could trash my stuff and replace it with something classy… or whatever you want to call it."

Spencer and Charlotte bring her stuff up to what used to be her room. "Home sweet prison cell, huh? It is just as I remembered it, cold and unfeeling. No place like the Hasting's" Spencer puts Charlotte's bags on the floor at the foot of the bed and sits down and the desk.

"So… what's been going on here? I know I haven't gotten to talk to you since the whole Ali thing. How are you doing?" Charlotte has always been the most compassionate of the Hastings clan… one of the many reasons her parents weren't her biggest fans.

"Um… it's been pretty hard, you know as well as I do that you won't get any sympathy around here… even when your best friend is murdered." Charlotte walks over to Spencer and gives her a big hug.

"I am so sorry you have to go through all of this. I wish I could be here to help you." Charlotte gives Spencer a half smile. "Wanna go for a walk or something. Take a look around old Rosewood with me. It's been a while."

"Sure."

Even though it had been three years… it felt like literally nothing had changed between them. Spence and Charlie were always really close. Even after Charlotte got sent away they tried to keep in touch but their parents weren't the most supportive of their relationship. As Charlotte put it once, they treated her like a puppy that they didn't want anymore because they couldn't train it the way they wanted.