It's 2013, six years after A first texted Aria, Hannah, Spencer and Emily the mysterious texts. Fortunely it is all behind them now. Or is it?
Spencer walked down 34th street on the way to The New York Times office. She was starting to report there. It was one of her first days reporting. Though she wasn'nt exactly new there. She graduated Princeton early like her sister Melissa. She instantly started interning at New York Times and after a couple years of hard work she is now a reporter. She adjusted her Kate Spade coat. It was the middle of Januraury and it was cold as usual in New york City. But today was colder than usual. Nose splintering, sharp against the skin, skin as red as a tomato freezing cold. She shivered then dug into her Channel oversized leather bag and fished her blackberry out. She checked the time. 9:26. She didn't have to be there till 10:00 and office was ten minutes away. She quickly galloped into a nearby Cafe. She went in so quick, to get out of the freezing cold, she didn't catch the name.
When she was inside she let out a sigh of relief. She gracefully walked over to the middle of the cafe to see the menu. She decided to order a hot latte and crossient. She checked her phone. Shit. It was 9:37. When she got to the counter she quickly ordered. She stood for a few seconds than the woman brought her crossient and latte. She muttered a "thank you" and threw her cash on the counter and quickly walked away. Spencer sat down at a small table in the cornor and started quickly eating her crossient and sipping her latte. She had to sip carefully on her latte. She started reading the corkboard filled with fliers.
There was a flier for a weekend in the Poconos. Instantly shots of raging flames and an evil, grinning heart shaped face filled her mind. She shut her eyes in fury. Her first week during senior year Spencer had a breakdown about the whole A fiasco. Her parents moved to Philadelphia out of Rosewood the summer after junior year. She had been suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (for real, unlike Hanna). She had to stay at rehabilition center for a few weeks. When she got home she realized that she had blocked out the memory of the whole A fiasco. Everytime she saw something that had to do with the A issue something triggerred in her brain. She was slowly piecing pieces back together in her mind. Her parents had given her a general idea but they weren't there so they didn't know the ideas. She considered seeing a therapist again like she did during her junior year (she pieced that together). Though she wasn't sure if she wanted to go through all that again.
She checked her blackberry. 9:48. Shiiiiiit. She quickly grabbed the empty thermos from her totebag, clicked the lid off the latte and poured the latte into the thermos. She threw away the napkin and empty styrofoam cup and exited the cafe, quickly walked to her office. Just about as she was going to open the door she thought she saw a flash of silky, wavy, light blonde hair in the cornor of her hair. She blinked quickly. The blonde hair dissapeared. She was probably just paranoid after another flashback. And it wasn't like light blonde hair was uncommon. She suck in a deep breath and walked into the office.