Preface
Alison DiLaurentis or Miss Popularity in her own mind
It's a shame she had to go…
You must be asking what the hell I'm talking about and who the fuck am I?
Well you can just call me A for short, and to what I'm talking about well you'll find out soon. Wait where was I? Oh I remember poor Alison how could I? Why would I? How can I live with myself?
One poor Alison? Your fucking with me that bitch deserved what was coming. Two why would I? Well why wouldn't I? Alison doesn't deserve to Alison. Three how can I live with myself? How can I live with myself, with what? I didn't kill her….. Alison isn't dead.
No death would be too kind to nice for that bitch…. No I did something even worst, I dethroned her. It wasn't easy either, that bitch just didn't know when to go down.
Well you might ask if I didn't kill her where is Alison? Well that's a hard question to answer do want to know about Alison or Alison? Remember when you're in the car and on the passenger side it says 'things in the mirror aren't as they appear'? Or some shit like that, well it applies here to just cause she looks like Alison doesn't mean she is Alison.
Now I know this is confusing so why don't we start from the beginning …
xoxoxo~ A
