It's funny when you think of it, no one knows how I died. My friends are trying to figure out how while battling this person named A. To be honest, I think it's Aria, who is A. Again, another thing we will never know.

I'm surprised you haven't asked how I died. Oh, you want to know? Well alright then, I guess I can tell you. As long as you promise not to tell. Deal?

Well, it's kinda confusing, I don't know how I died, I know I got hit over the head, but that isn't how I died. I died a slow painful death, how a lot of people wanted me to have it. They wanted little Allie dead, so they made it happen.

I think a lot of people was plotting my death. My brother, my frenemies, probably my own parents wanted me dead. But again, we will never know.

This is how it's going to be folks, me, talking to you, in a diary. It's boring I know. I bet you want something juicy, about my friends, about me. But I think you already know to much. To much already. Vis vera.

I had four friends, Emily, Hanna, Aria and Spencer, they thought they knew me. But they didn't. I said many of times they were my favorites, but really, they were just there, to help be my little puppets. I got them to do everything I wanted them to do. I loved it.

I loved controlling them, getting them to go along with my plans. Little Spencer, always afraid we would get caught. Aria, always seeming to go along with everything. Hanna, little fat Hanna, stuffing her face with food. Emily, trying to figure out her feelings.

You never knew what we would do. I was always one step ahead of them, I always will be. They just don't know it.

I almost feel bad for the girls. They have to deal with A. They have to go through so much pain and heartbreak. Poor, poor, little girls. I don't really feel bad for them. They were so lucky to be my friends. They went through hell to even be my friends.

They don't know what's coming.

I'm going to make their life hell. I can't wait to see their little faces, when they find it all out.

If they find it out.

I liked a lot of boys in my lifetime, my short, short lifetime. I even thought I was pregnant. Thank god I wasn't. I just loved to see them get excited to be around me. It's fun to watch.

But now, when someone says my name, it's like the whole world stops. No one wants to talk about me. I didn't do anything wrong, did I? Who am I kidding, I'm Alison, I can't do anything wrong.

I don't know who A is, so don't ask. I don't want to know who A is to be honest. I'm playing, do you know who A is yet?

A/N: Alright, another chapter, done. I tried to get the character of Alison, I don't know if I did. I hope you guys like this! - A