Anya's POV

As my first two weeks blasted off, I was able to make more friends. April, you see, is one of those popular girls with a lot of friends around her. Once I started hanging out with her, it was as if I entered into a new world, a world that I have neither seen nor experienced before. My mother told me that April's mother was quite the same as her. I was able to notice a numerous amount of similarities between them, but their differences overpowered their similarities.

As I looked around the campus, I was automatically able to determine it was a Friday night. All my classmates seemed hyped and excited for this weekend. Possibly a "lit" party going on? I, on the other hand, thought these parties to be bogus for they lacked any true value. From what I heard about parties, it's all about drinking and sex. Unlike most teenagers, those didn't appease me. Is friendship really getting drunk and partying all night? Well, what do I know? I never have even been out to a party.

After school ended, I decided to relax at home and throw a mini-party for myself. You know, the basics: old films, popcorn, and relaxation. I got comfortable as I watched a movie called The Count of Monte Cristo. Halfway through my movie, my phone started buzzing. Without checking who's calling, I ignored it, hoping it wasn't an important call. The buzzing didn't stop. Who ever it was continued to call, waiting for me to pick up.

Groaning, I looked over to my phone. The caller ID read April.

"Hello?" I inquired. I knew why she was calling, obviously to ask me to tag along to a party, so I already planned out my responses to evade the party.

"ANYA!" She shouted cheerfully, "Want to come over?"

"I can't," I lied.

"Aw man, why not?"

"My parents are forcing me to go to this family thing, so I ca-,"

"Lies!" She cut me off in an angered tone as if she was terribly upset. "Your mom is hanging out with my mom tonight. There's no family thing going on, is there?"

Startled by her sudden rash misdemeanor, I was freaked out. It's one thing that I don't want to hang out with her, it's another thing to go ballistic about it. Why does she care so much? However, I didn't want to make an idiot out of myself because if she hates me, the rest of the school will find a way to do so as well. It seemed to be a smart choice not to anger her, even though she was my friend.

"Fine, you're right," I hesitantly replied, "I'll come over as soon as I finish writing this English paper up."

"Oh my gosh, Anya," April giggled, obnoxiously. "I was joking! You're voice sounds like you're scared."

Taken aback by her joke, I remained silent to ponder. It really was not funny, but I guess it's the daily personality of April; weird and everywhere.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over because your mom is at my place. She asked me to ask if you wanted to join us!"

"Oh," I replied. April really does make me agitated some days. Though I recently met her, I feel as if we can become close friends if she changes in some aspects. Yes, I know playing jokes on your friends is just for comical purposes, but it all feels so serious. It makes me feel as she's capable of doing something like that. "Sure, I'll head there right away."

As I quickly left the house, I realized dad was not at home either. My guess was he joined in on all the "fun". Since I still did not have my driving license, I had to walk to April's house. I quickly paced through the sidewalks for the roads were dimly lit. I did not know what happens around here, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

As I walked, I could see the teenage parties going on. The loud music, the yelling, the beer bottles thrown across the yard, and the people dispersed among the houses; all signs of a stupid drunk party. I, finally, made my way to April's home. I've been there quite a few times and it was a cozy home because only April and her mom lived there.

I never asked if she had other family members for I assumed her parents had gotten a divorce and her father moved elsewhere. She did mention her "evil sister" who lived in California, so I could assume they both moved away. I was curious, but it's a personal matter; I wouldn't ask.

As I rang the doorbell, the door flew open with Ms. DiLaurentis with her huge, happy smile. She continuously insisted that I refer to her as Alison, but her being my teacher makes it awkward. Just think of it, calling your teacher by his or her first name? It's plain weird.

"Come on in," she sweetly gestured. Smiling, we shared small talk as I noticed my parents in the living room with other strangers I did not recall ever meeting. Afterwards, I stumbled my way up to April's room. Opening her room door, I came across many more faces I have not seen before. They stared at me for a long thirty seconds as if I was a circus freak, yet their eye contact soon faltered.

"You finally made it," April chuckled. "The party was just about to get started!"

What party? There were literally four people in this room, including April and I. And honestly, by the looks of it, it didn't seem as if the other two wanted to associate with me. As I gave April the look, she stared at me and shrugged, knowing I was uncomfortable.

"Okay," April exasperated in an elongated gasp, "so, Anya, meet Lizzie and Willie."

I gave a quick smile to acknowledge them, yet they quietly whispered their hellos and got back on their phones. They seemed as if they did not want to be here and would rather want to be at a party, yet they were forced here.

I glanced at Lizzie and Willie, scanning them, and they looked the exact opposite of April.

While April was caring, the two of them seemed as if they could care less. While April wore modest clothing, Lizzie was wearing skimpy, revealing clothing. Since it was still summer, she wore a short skirt (and let me tell you how short it was) and a considerably cute top. It was obviously something I would never wear, but I question why her parents would allow such outfits to pass. Willie, on the other hand, dressed as a normal guy would: khaki pants, collared polo shirt, and nice shoes.

"So, where were you guys planning to go before coming here?" April asked the two siblings, being carefree and happy, as she jumped onto her bed.

"A party," Lizzie responded.

"Same," Willie continued.

"Oh cool, who's party? I was planning to go myself, but my mom invited you guys over. That's why I'm still here."

"You know what, you wouldn't know them," the rebellious girl insisted, "it's mostly my group of friends and a few college guys. I don't think you're popular enough to know them."

The way Lizzie spoke sent chills down my spine. Her voice sounded as if she was menacing and controlling. It was a voice a villain in a movie could have. And the way she was talking to April was as if April was inferior to her. From what I've seen, I was unable to agree with Lizzie's comment about April. It seemed highly unlikely for everyone I have seen liked April.

"Excuse me?" April scoffed, crossing her hands over her chest.

Lizzie chuckled, "oh no, you can't fuck every guy to get every single person back on your side, you know? There are people here who still believe what you did was vile and disgusting. Just own up to it."

"I still don't know what you're talking about."

"Whatever you want to believe. You can make friends with and fool the naive new girl here, but sooner or later, the truth will come out. It always does, doesn't it?"

April remained silent. Trembling, her jaw tightened as she wanted to scream. Trembling, her fists clenched hard as she wanted to fight. Trembling, her face grew pale as she wanted to disappear.

"Just leave," April demanded as I noticed water slowly forming in her eyes. Knowing her, she would hold the tears back, so she could not be perceived as weak.

The room stood in silence. I, having no idea what was going on, quietly sat on the bed, waiting for a cue to actually do something. I didn't want to sit around while my friend was getting yelled at. Thoughts and confusions were racing through my mind, yet I wasn't able to piece together what they were talking about.

"I said get the hell out!"

Rolling their eyes, Lizzie and Willie scrambled out of her room. They grabbed their personal items and walked on out. At that moment, I realized these two teens were twins. The way they both act is similar, the way they both roll their eyes is similar, the way they both talk is similar, they were both similar, other than the fact they were of the opposite genders.

Few moments after they left, I turned to April. April fell down onto her bed as she shoved her pillow to her face. "Anya?"

"What's up," I whispered, hoping she would actually let me in on the details.

"Can we like ignore what happened and get back to the party?"

"Sure," I hesitantly replied, even though I was curious on what this was all about. What has April done? And why? Was it really that horrid that she tries to forget it? Or was it that Lizzie was a liar? I knew I wouldn't get an answer even if I asked.

"Okay, good," she fawned. "Let me tell you something, okay? Don't lie around here. It'll bite you back in the ass, okay? You lied to me earlier today, and you may think it means nothing, but watch out. One small lie will inevitably lead to several big lies. It's unfortunate you haven't heard the stories, but listen to my warning."

"Oh, I'll try to keep that in mind," I chuckled. Lectures, lectures, lectures. As if I don't get the same ones already from my mother and father.

"No, seriously. I'm not joking right now. I won't tell you why, but my mom, your mom, their friends, and I faced a great deal with lies. People'll say lying doesn't do harm, but they're liars."

I mumbled a jargon of words, hoping for her to stop with her lecturing. She continued to speak yet I began to zone her out. I already received countless conversations of the same kind with my mother and father, so why listen to her? After about what has felt like two hours, we got a call to come downstairs to our parents.

Once we walked down, I hear the excitement going through the voices of the adults. They all shouted with joy and smiled.

"What's going on?" I politely inquired. Why call us downstairs?

"Anya, we're throwing a reunion party at our home in the next few weeks, so be prepared," my father replied. I loved my father for he was intelligent yet quirky. I envied the talents he had and how social he was. Next to him was another man, about the same age as he was, who talked to my father. I guessed they've known each other since they were young because that's all Rosewood seemed to me: a walk down memory lane.

I honestly wished I knew more about this place for I felt like an outsider peering in. Everyone knows so much about this mysterious town, yet I'm stuck, not knowing a thing.

A few days later, school had begun once again. As I was walking to the lunch cafeteria, I noticed Lizzie hanging out with a crowd of girls. They all seemed to be the type of beautiful side girls as Lizzie was the obvious queen. I haven't seen her around the school before, but her follower base seemed greater than April's.

She, along with three other girls, walked up to me, wanting to talk.

"Hey, do you hang around April occasionally?"

"Yeah," I awkwardly replied.

"Can I give you some advice since I know a lot that goes around here?" She came closer to me, close to my ear so no one was able to hear a thing, but me. "April is a bit crazy, I suggest disassociating yourself from her. She has this thing, this obnoxious thing, where she is very controlling and always lying. If you don't believe me, think about it. How much about herself has she told you? And then, how much have you told her?"

I realization occurred due to Lizzie's words. I honestly didn't know a lot about April. All I knew was her mom is a teacher and she has a sister. She was, in fact, very secretive for she'd always hide things. Lizzie was right. I never got to know April, the real her. In fact, who was she truly and was the fight between the two huge?

I knew I should figure out April before she plays any games with me. If Lizzie is right at this moment, I had to be careful for Lizzie's description of April's actions was "vile and disgusting". I remained silent as I pondered. Lizzie looked at me when her charming yet deceiving eyes, and continued to talk.

"Just watch out."

"Why should I believe you?" I blurted out, for April was my friend. Even though I knew she had things to hide, she was the first person here to step out and become my friend. There was at least some things I owed her. I should at least give her the benefit of the doubt.

She gave me a menacing look for I was standing up against her, something that no one seems to do to her. She continued, "I've known her since we were practically babies. I know a lot about her and her past. All I can tell you right now is that it's not pretty."

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