haha, so im almost done with those stupid school pages! but i got this chapter done, and its acutally more interesting than the last one, just thot u should no tat. YES!haha no flamers please, and yes, i do not like kesha very much, she annoys me.

Disclaimer: i dont own pretty little liars, and i need to tell u drinking underage is NOT good. i just needed something to make the story interesting.

Emily awoke to the sound of a Ke$ha song blasting into her ear. It was like Tik Tok or something, Emily didn't care, all she wanted was the intrusive thing to stop is autotuned torture.

"What the hell?" she said, when she realized it was her own phone. When was it a Ke$ha song? Oh, yeah. That one time, when Hanna had dragged her to some wild raver party, and there was that Dj, who was like drunk, and something involving Ke$ha, and, oh, screw it. She already felt like she had a massive hangover from that ringtone blaring in her earlobe. No use trying to remember something she didn't care about.

Unknown—

Oh, God, she knew what was coming next. One of those stupid A messages, wasn't it.

Em,

Hanna has a secret. And that secret involves her being short on money. Now, when she wakes up, tell her "Hanna, you're an uncaring, rude, bitch" and I'll slip a hundred in her purse. As long as you do exactly as I say.

-A

Emily gasped. Was this really A? And why the hell would she tell Hanna something that unkind right to her face? That would be totally uncalled for. Why should Emily care about whether Hanna got a hundred dollars? Well, on the other hand, Hanna had been complaining about her money issue, and the other three of her friends had an unsettling feeling that there was something else, an untouched subject, going on when she cringed uneasily at seeing a person give back a wallet to an elderly woman who had dropped it across the street.

"Emily?" Hanna sat up, her hair miraculously in perfect order, a straw yellow halo falling around her broad shoulders. Against her, Aria stirred in her sleep, before murmuring something like "Ezra" and then wildly slapping the air, breezing Hanna's face. Hanna's face formed a look of, "that was weird, but she's Aria, so I'm just going to ignore it and keep talking to Emily."

"Hanna, you're an uncaring, rude bitch." Emily blurted. She instantly and reflexively covered her mouth. Damn it! What had she done? Well, better yet, what had A done this time. It was like a was controlling her, she didn't see that coming, those words bursting out of her mouth like they actually wanted to be screamed.

"What the fuck?" Hanna exclaimed harshly, standing up with an abrupt look of anger.

"Hanna, I…I didn't-what I meant to say was…" Emily stood there, words flying away from her like a flock of white doves, her mouth agape.

"You did so. Thanks, now I'm really awake." Hanna looked at her, angered. She grabbed her purse, carefully placed her blanket over Aria, and stormed out of the room, leaving the door ajar. She scrambled into her grey Mercedes, tears pricking her eyes. What a great wake up call, to wake to Emily's lovely, pained, face, only to be called a bitch. That was just how her life was.

Hanna drove away, blinder than Jenna in her rage, oblivious to the fact that Emily was watching her from the window seat, a look on her face that knew no happiness. Oblivious to the fact a big fat hundred dollar bill was wedged in between her cell phone and her wallet.

Hanna swerved her car this way and that, even driving on the left side of the road like she thought she was in Britain or something. She was so angry, at Emily, most of all, at herself for enraging Spencer, for her sucky life, for the financial problems that her and her struggling single mother faced, the problems she forced upon the always unprepared lap of her mom. Why did her, of all people, have to end up like this?

She stopped the car behind Spencer's barn. Her mind was now made up, in a quick, spur of the moment, fatal decision. That last comment from Emily had really screwed her up, her already frayed nerves now completely torn. She hated the way her life turned out, the way nobody seemed to listen, to care. Even Caleb. Caleb hadn't cared, he really had boarded the bus to Bastardville. If that was somewhere in Arizona.

She rummaged around her purse for her flask, which she swore she filled with ransacked vodka form her mom's liquor cabinet. Sure enough, the silver flask, smooth and steel in her shaking hands, was filled right up to the top. She gulped a sip of it down, fire sprinting down her throat. Then more. More. More.

Halfway done.

Keep drinking, Hanna.

Her pupils were dilating, the room spinning around her on a twisted merry go round. She took another sip, the alcohol entering her system making her feel peaceful if not for the time being. The only good thing in the world, it seemed.

When she ran out, she looked for anything else that might have a hint of alcohol in it. She craved it now, but she wasn't thinking straight, her head was spinning round and round, and maybe that whole flask in a matter of a mere two minutes wasn't such a responsible feat to pull. But now she craved more. More and more and more until she passed out, that feeling of contempt swallowing her up.

A flash of green, an almost impossible thing, caught her eye. Was that a hundred dollar bill? No, no, she must have been imagining things. Of course. She wasn't even in the real world now. She picked up her phone with hands that didn't want to maintain a steady position. She scrolled through her contacts until Emily's smiling picture was looking right at her.

"Emily?" she slurred, her eyelids dropping, before snapping open.

"Hanna?" Emily's voice was hope.

"Emily, Emily, your pretty! Come save me, like a princess. Ha, a princess. Princess, come rescue me from the tower!" she giggled, completely overtaken by the internal battle the vodka had started.

"Hanna, you sound a little…drunk?" Emily roused Aria from her sleep, the phone in the crook of her shoulder as she tossed a pillow from Aria's bed onto the lump that was a contempt Aria, asleep soundly.

"You got it right, princess! You can be Mulan! She's Asian like you!" Hanna was feeling a little giddy now, like that time in first grade she had chipped her tooth and the doctor brought out that funny looking gas tank…kind of like that. But she was also sleepy, really sleepy.

"Hanna, I'm only half-Asian. Where coming over right now. Where are you?" Emily pointed out to Hanna, but was more worried about the way Hanna's tone wasn't drunk sounding anymore, it was, well, sounded kind of…gay?

"Guess, Mulan!"

"Hanna!" snapped Aria, snatching the phone after a brief scuffle between Emily and Aria on the other line.

"Tell me where you are, you could be in danger. Are you driving?" she shook her keys and sprinted to her car, a concerned Emily reaching for her cell phone at her heels.

"No, silly! Why would I be driving?" Hanna was getting really tired now. Her jacket made an awfully comfy pillow, it was made of the same material as those boots, what where they? Oh, yes, Uggs. Because they were ugly. That was funny, right?

"Hanna!" Aria's voice was fading away, like she was speaking into a funnel and Hanna was at the big end, the noise barely reaching her. She was getting awfully drowsy, and there was that jacket, and the car's heater was nice and toasty, and she wasn't that far from Spencer's house, Spence could find her right, Melissa and Ian were living in the barn…oh God. Ian. Ian would like freaking kill her! Oh, well.

She passed out, her head hit the steering wheel, causing the horn to beep loudly, and all was black.

The phone line went dead as it toppled, almost in slow motion, to the floor.

"Spencer! Spencer, there's some girl passed out in a car behind our barn!" Melissa and Ian rushed in just as Spencer was putting some coffee in the brewer and flipping open her silver MacBook.

"What?" Spencer looked at Melissa, pulling her robe around herself a little tighter as she saw Ian approach.

"She's in a car, some Mercedes, and she's just passed out. She's blonde.I was about to leave, and I saw her!" Melissa gasped.

"What?" repeated Spencer. Wait, blonde, Mercedes, passed out…was it Hanna? Hanna? Why would Hanna Marin be in her backyard, almost dead, just laying there?

Spencer rushed outside.

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