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Hannakins is Feeling Sick

It was 1 o'clock in the morning, and I was still awake. All I could think about was Alison and how I would've been a total loser if she hadn't been my friend.

I got out of bed and I went to the bathroom turned on the light and looked in the mirror. It was me, the old me, the version of me that wasn't very pleasant. I had zits, messy hair up in a messy bun, a huge sweater and track pants. I felt sick in the stomach from looking at the old me. I leaned over the toilet and stopped.

I remembered once I felt bad about myself and I threw up. Then I saw Alison at the door.

"What are you doing, Han?" she asked me.

"What does it look like?" I said.

"Come on, you're beautiful, Hanna, embrace it!" Ali said. "Let's go, I came to see if you wanted to go to Noel Kahn's birthday party."

"I don't know-" I was cut off.

"Oh, come on, do you really want to spend the weekend cooped up in your bedroom throwing up?" there was a long silence.

"I don't have anything to wear…" I said finally.

"I'll find you something." Ali said. "Come on! Sean's going to be there!" she said.

"Hmm, OK." I said and smiled half-heartedly.

"Yay! Come on, I'm going to make you look perfect." Ali said. "Oh and bye the way, don't throw up all the time, it's disgusting. I never should of taught you to do that!" she groaned and pulled me away.

I got up and sat on my bed. I got out my phone and looked through all the photo's I had.

There was one of Mona and I, and another one, and another one, then I stopped and I saw one of Ali and I. I skipped to the next one, it was all five of us, Spencer, Aria, Emily, Ali and I. We were at Noel Kahn's Birthday party. Ali sent it to me. I remembered it all. The next photo was of all five of us again at Ali's house in the front yard, you could see someone walking on the road in big loose jeans walking with a pink t-shirt on it was a girl with brown hair in about 1 million zillion plats. It was Mona Vanderwaal, my best friend.

I looked away, I couldn't bear to remember the pain and rejection Ali put her through, we all put her through.

My phone was vibrating. I got a text. I opened the message.

Blond and Beautiful, huh?

- A

There was a photo of the old me and me now.

I replied to the message.

What do you want? Who the hell are you?

There was another text in less than 30 seconds.

I want revenge, and I'm getting it with every text I send.

If you were smart like me you would know who I am already.

Here's a tip, never give to someone if all they're going to

do is take.

-A

I turned off my phone and started sweating I ripped off my sheets and fell asleep worried. Who was A? What did A say that for? "Never give to someone if all they're going to do, is take." I didn't know, but what I did know is that I needed to tell the girls. They could help me figure it out. But then I remembered at Ali's house we got in a fight, and Aria and I were saying to Emily that Ali doesn't tell us anything, but we tell her everything. Maybe Ali did keep a secret from us, a big secret. A secret that no one could know, but Ali and A…

"Hanna," I heard a voice say. "Hanna, wake up!" I opened my eyes.

"Hey, Spencer!" I said.

"Did A send this about you?" Spencer asked. She showed me her phone. It was the blond and beautiful text. But this one had another message.

So we all know that Hanna made a miraculous change

from drab to fab, but how did she do it so fast. Oh, I've

got to go, I think I'm going to… BARF!

-A

"What does it mean?" Spencer asked. I was in too much of a shock to reply to Spencer. "HANNA!"

"Sorry, I just can't believe A sent this to you!" I said.

"A sent it to Aria and Emily as well. No one else." Spencer said. "I'm sure that we're the only one's that A sent it to. What does it mean, Han?"

"It's… I can't say, it's too embarrassing." I said.

"Hanna, come one, I'm your best friend, you told Ali right?" I nodded. "Then why won't you tell me?"

"OK, fine. When Ali died, even before that. I was sad a lot of the time, I felt bad about myself so I made myself…" I stopped.

"What? Made yourself what?" Spencer was curious.

"I made myself barf, OK! I barfed all the time, that's how I got so 'fab' as A calls it. But Ali told me too!" I said. "It's not important, what is important is that A sent something to me and it said, 'Here's a tip, never give to someone if all they're going to do is take.' What does that mean?" I asked.

"I don't know!" Spencer said.

"Well I thought that maybe it meant that we told Alison a lot of our secrets, and she didn't tell us anything, like she had this whole other secret that she didn't tell us." I said. "That's just what I think."

"Hanna, if I told you that I know something about Ali's secret would you be mad?" Spencer asked.

"No, do you know something." I asked.

"Yes." she answered. Maybe this could solve what A said!

"Tell me then." I said.

"Um, Ali was seeing someone older that summer, the summer she went missing. We obviously knew the guy." she said.

"Oh my god! Who?" I asked.

"I don't know, she wouldn't tell me. All I know is that he went to Rosewood High at the time." she said.

"So he's probably a Rosewood High graduate." I said. "Well, who do we know that's older and used to go to Rosewood High?" I asked.

"Ian! Melissa's ex! Well, I don't know if they're going out now, but we know him." she said. "That's about it."

"Call the girls, tell them to come here ASAP! OK?" I said.

"Why don't you?" Spencer asked.

"Fine, you call Aria, I'll call Emily." I said.

We got out our phones and I called Emily as Spencer called Aria.

"Hello?" Emily answered the phone.

"Hey, Em, it's Hanna." I said.

"Hey, Hanna did you see what A sent to the girls and me?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did, can you come over? It's about Ali we know something. Spencer knew something just like Aria and I said last summer at Ali's pool."

"Oh, yeah, the day before the big race that I lost." she said. "I'll be right over. See you then."

"Bye." we hung up our phones, at the same time as Spencer and Aria.

"She's on her way." we both said at the same time.