New chapter! This one longer (: Don't forget to review, give your opinion or ask for help. Post next chapter as soon as it is done! Xoxo, have a good read! OMG GUYS I JUST REALIZED MY NEW CHARACTER ALREADY IS IN PLL! LIKE THE SAME NAME! SO THIS GIRL IS MINE! SHE MAY HAVE BEEN NAMED, BUT I MADE HER UP! SORRY ABOUT THAT

HANNA's P.O.V.

"Got plans for the weekend?" I hear Caleb saying.

"Uh?" I realize he's talking to me "Oh… Well, I was going to the mall with Emily on Sunday…"

"Yeah…" He says, a little unconvinced. "Something is up, Han. I can read your expression, you know."

We were in the benches, on the outside of Rosewood Day, enjoying our free time between classes. It was nearly 10 am and the day was sunny. It's a normal midsummer day, when Valentines spend their time between kisses and the Spring Ball arrangements, except for one thing, that was going to happen right now.

"It's nothing. Really!" But he still expect a longer answer. "It's just that…" my voice fades away.

Next to us, a blonde girl parks her silver i30 and goes up the stairs that lead to the school hall. No, she wasn't blonde. Her hair was golden. She was tall and was wearing a cute pink dress with cute flower-pattern shoes. No, she wasn't just tall. Her size was perfect. And she wasn't wearing cute stuff. The clothes were fitting her body. There were hundreds of blonde, rich and hot girls attending to this school, but this one… Nobody ever saw this girl in the school, and what was creepier was the how much she reminded me of Alison. That perfect bitch.

"Do you know that girl?" Caleb asks and I guess he's talking about the same one I was glaring at.

"Dunno" I say quietly "Pretty familiar, though."

"Why would someone go to a new school in the middle of the semester?! That's ridiculous!" he says and that's when I wake up. I know what's happening. I should have known.

"There must be an ugly reason behind this pretty face" I say, looking trough his eyes and hope he gets the message.

"I'll do some research" He stands up and get his bag "See you later sweetie." And after a short kiss, I watch him go away. His image gets tiny when he isn't near and all I can think is: Please don't leave. I don't want to be alone. Don't leave…

EMILY's P.O.V.

I was running home. I could feel the air on my tanned skin. I could see every insect in every plant. When I run, I am free. My body changes, and so does my mind. I enjoy running, and I run home everyday. As I approach to the new apartment (we've been living here since my house was destroyed), I slow down and put my earphones away. My Ipod goes inside my bag and the keys go out. I take the elevator and I go all alone. When I arrive, I unlock the door and go check if there's food in the kitchen. I find a note:

I'm at the office. Spencer called. So did hanna. Something wrong? Come pick me up at 12am and we can have lunch! Call me (: love you, mom.

I check the kitchen clock, 11:05. I go to my room and take a fast shower. When fully dressed, I turn on my notebook and try to communicate with the girls. Only Aria is online. I look at the laptops watch, 11:30.

"Aria?" I send her.

"Hi!"

"Spence and Han called. Do you know what it could be?"

"I don't know why THEY called you, but I know a good reason to do it!" she answers quickly. As I don't text back, she continues, "It seems like A wants us to find her. She sent me a note today in English class… Seemed like a hint."

"During class? Are you sure it isn't a prank?" I was writing like crazy now.

"Nobody noticed it. I have it in my locker. But I'm not sure if it was mean to me. Looks like only me could answer that question…"

I was about to ask her what she was talking about when my mobile vibrated. My mom wanted to know if I was going and why didn't I call her. I said goodbye to my friend and left the house. But I would never imagine what I met in my way to the police office.

JACKIE's P.O.V.

I parked my rented car –well, the car was rented for me –around the corner of my new neighborhood. I looked at the old-fashioned houses –or should I say mansions? –and felt amused.

I've been in the A lair yesterday, where I found everything I needed: the car, the clothes and lots of keys. I got an address book with names of people I should trust and should not. My friend wasn't there, but left me a note saying I should stay at her place.

I recognized Alison's old house. It was gigantic for only one single girl like me. I remembered pictures she had in her lake house, of their family in this garden.

After sometime of contemplation and nostalgia, I take my bag –I mean, the bag left for me –and my bag –the one I did –and went in the house. And the first thing I saw, was a picture of the family in the lake house. It was one of the first summers she would hang out with me. And I suddenly remembered something.

"Do you want know my house?" she said once, when we were having a sleepover after a party.

"Yeah. We really should meet during the year. I can't believe that in a couple days, summer will be over and you'll get back to rosewood" I said.

"I'll go to my little gold-town and you'll stay here, in your just-as-boring-as-mine town" She completed.

"We should do it more often. Like, you could stay here in your lake house every holyday" I suggested.

"Sure!" she said and stayed in silence for a while. "You know, I don't want to be alone at this game"

"We'll play together then. Everyone wants our friendship, but they seem to be only playing along. They don't know what being a friend means."

"And you are the only one that understands me. But I can't meet you during the week!"

"I know! It's horrible!" I was almost screaming. We stayed in silence again until she talked:

"We really need to find more people. Our kind of people"

"If you find some, will I get to know them?"

"Yes. And so will I, if you do."

"Deal."

"Deal."

And just as it came, the dejavu left. And I was again at the victorian house Alison and her family lived until some years ago. We really need to find more people, she said. Our kind of people, she said. And only then, I realized what she's been telling me since we were friends. I don't want to be alone in this game, she said. We'll play together then, the young, stupid, reckless me said.