Telling the truth to the wrong person at the wrong time can get you into messy situations- messy situations and a hard life was the definition of Rosewood; that was a well known fact. If I told you any of my secrets; you wouldn't find A very far behind of you, ready to come back and bite you in the butt!

My reason for insecurity is simple, I have a dead best friend- who's death is still unsolved, her killer is most probably the one who's sending me threats, but you can never be sure about anything in this town.

It was a Friday, the one thing that was on everyone's minds in Rosewood when we first woke up- THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!

The excitement of the fact you didn't have to walk past a dead girl's locker for another two days, the excitement that you could do what you wanted. But today, it was the excitement (I guess?) of someone new moving in nextdoor.

The joy of everybody who despises this family.

Another DiLaurentis is in town.

I woke up suprisingly easily today; It never is that difficult, besides it's Friday today. The usual days of when Noel's hangouts slash parties are planned, Noel was followed by everyone desperate to be invited. I thought it was sad, but there we go.

Most people had adjusted to what everyone assumed as an easier life without Ali; I found it insulting but it was the ugly truth, Ali had made people's lives hell; they had dared the devil by raining on her parade. It wasn't much of an easier life for Me, the girls, Noel and Matt- we still had A, we would until we got closure about who murdered Ali.

Me and Matt walked hand in hand to my locker, I had some stuff to dump in there. A girl walked up to the locker nextdoor to me, which used to be Ali's, all of her things were still in there. I sighed and glanced at her, I looked away too quickly for her to notice. It might've been just me, but she looked strangely similar to Ali, I didn't say anything. Everybody thought me and the girls were taking Ali's death hard, so much so that we had been forced into therapy sessions. Sometimes I wasn't entirely happy with my parents!

I hated talking to strangers about my problems, it's none of their beeswax.

'Doing anything after school?' Matt asked me.

'Nothing apart from therapy' I sighed.

He knew how I felt about this idea, but he always tried to change my mind, 'Maybe it's a good idea' He shrugged, 'I know you still have A, but maybe you will find out who did it'.

I looked up at him. 'I doubt it'.

'Don't be negative, you will'.

The day had flown past, before we all knew it, we had therapy. I know how much we all enjoy that, Dr. Sullivan seems nice but you'd be surprised on how many people think you have major problems just because you have it.

But we do have major problems.

There was half an hour left in English; which was too long for Fitz to punish us, I mean there's no need for it, his failed relationship with Aria is his problem which shouldn't be taken out on us.

We had all managed to switch off, he just carried on talking, and talking. I got that bored I'd started looking at my nails; the key sign that shows you really are bored. An in-depth explanation about what happens in Senior Year is boring- not saying we wanted the day to end, who enjoys therapy?

I felt my phone go off in my pocket; I couldn't resist looking at it under the table, I was at the back of the class anyway, so screw the no phones policy. I took it out of my pocket:

MEET ME OUTSIDE CLASS IN 5, -VIVIEN.

First of all, who the heck is Vivien, one thought that had risen to my attention. I could now say that it wasn't Ali playing tricks on me. This was the text that could potentially change everything.

A dead girl can't mess with your head.

If it was A they would've said at the end, I didn't know whether to feel worried or not. I guess I was gonna see who this was; anything to get out of Fitz's most boring class ever.

I raised my hand.

'Yes, Alexis?' Fitz turned around.

'I need to go to the office, my mom's called' I lied.

'Go'.

I walked out of class, everybody turning their heads to see me walk out, I almost died from embarassment. This Vivien chick better have a decent explanation for this, not that I minded, well, that much.

I walked through the halls, eventually finding this chick.

'Who are you?' I asked her, she took her sunglasses off.

'Hey, Lex' She grinned.

'Oh my god. Aren't you supposed to be dead?' I wondered aloud. It might've sounded rude but it was true, I tended to speak my mind a lot of the time.

'Didn't you understand the text, I was okay' She smiled.

'Lately I don't know what to believe, A left a note saying it was you' I replied.

'Yeah' She attempted to laugh, 'A killed my sister instead' She said bluntly.

'Oh'.

'So, I'm moving back' She grinned, 'As Courtney, you did see me at my locker this morning' she informed me.

'Who else knows?' I asked.

'You and Jason' Ali replied.

'So, have I gotta keep quiet, or can I tell people?' I suggested.

Ali laughed, 'You can tell them, just don't make a big thing of it'.

'We can cancel therapy then' I gleamed, 'It really isn't fun'.

I was out of class for only 5 minutes, it seemed as if I was talking to Ali for half an hour. So back to the most boring lesson Fitz has ever taught. I walked out quickly, Aria shot a smile at me, she could tell that I'd lied to him. I sat down; and escorted myself back to Beauty land, examining my nails. I was thinking about what colour I should paint them, maybe bubblegum pink?

The bell went. I had just finished sending a mass text to everybody on my contacts, well friends anyway. They were all gobsmacked.

Matt sounded concerned, 'Babe, you sure somebody's just messing with you?'.

'Positive' I smiled, I lowered my voice, 'A killed Courtney by accident, but it's all good'.

'Well, good as it could get' He shrugged.

Ali was ALIVE!

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