"Hanna doesn't think we should do anything," Emily said through the phone. She sat down on her bed, and wiped the sweat off of her forehead.
"Of course she does. It's so Hanna-esque. She won't believe it's Alison until she sees her typing a text message with her own eyes. We shouldn't go to the police though, we don't have enough proof," replied Aria.
Emily sighed. Wasn't that text message proof enough? You really think I'm that dismissible THAT easily? Ha. You wish. I'm back, bitches. Xoxo- A. The message still haunted her.
"I guess… Maybe it's not Alison…" suggested Emily.
"Impossible."
"Not necessarily. It could just be some jerk trying to pull a prank, but even so we should go to the police. They'll be able to trace the call and stop whoever it is, whether it's Alison or some douche," said Emily.
"We just need to tell somebody. And soon. Before everything gets out of hand… Because it will, and fast," replied Aria.
"I know, I know."
"We need to convince Hanna. It's not a good idea to tell the police that all of us got a text message from Alison, when one of us will deny it."
"Definitely. But… She's just so stubborn. We won't get to her."
Aria sighed through the phone. "We have to try."
"I know, I know."
"Emily!" yelled Emily's mother from downstairs. "Dinner!"
"Aria, I gotta go, but we'll talk to tomorrow, okay?"
"Sure, bye."
Emily hung up her phone, and walked downstairs to the dinner table. She could smell the roasted chicken, the stir-fried veggies, and the amazing home-made gravy.
She sat down and helped herself.
"Emily, Caroline, next week we're going to have a foreign exchange student come stay at our house," said Mrs. Fields.
Both Emily and Caroline groaned. "Mom, why?" asked Caroline.
"Because it's a great opportunity for the both of you to meet someone from a different country."
"How long will they be staying?" asked Emily.
"She'll be staying for a month, possibly two. And I want both of you two to be nice, polite, and helpful, okay?" said Mrs. Fields.
"What's her name?" asked Caroline.
"Where is she from?" asked Emily at the same time.
"She's from China, her name is Jia Li, here is a picture of her," Mrs. Fields said while handing over a picture to Emily.
Emily looked at the picture. She saw a petite Asian girl, with long black hair, and bright brown eyes. She was beautiful. Emily's privates started to get excited, and she needed to excuse herself from the table.
