ARIA'S P. O. V

It is 12:45 a.m right now and I am curled up in a leather armchair waiting for Ezra

to come out of the shower. Even though I am included in such a complicated

situation, there still will be a lot of trouble if my parents find out about 'us'.

I have to get home by 1:30 which means I have to carry my fat ass all the way

from Brookhaven to Rosewood. Since the whole cruise accident and Hanna's

murder I have been feeling a lot more worried and sadder even after Ali's murder.

But I am trying to keep up with the whole thing and feel a bit positive. So let's

imagine I am a person who imagines a cup of water half full not half empty. That

person can be Alison or perhaps Spencer. Oops my bad, Courtney and Spencer.

How can someone live under someone else's name? I cannot imagine myself

carrying the name 'Hanna' because it just does not suit me.

"You okay Aria?" asked Ezra as he came out of the shower.

"What? Oh yeah I am." I giggled.

"Want a drive?" he asked.

"Sure." I answered and stood up.

I peeked at myself through the mirror in the foyer. Well let's just say I look myself.

My hair is a bit of a mess, my hazel eyes cover half my face and my lipstick is gone

because Ezra and I were making out for more than an hour. Sure that's cheesy but

it's our thing. Then my phone rang and I pulled it out of my purse.

"Hello?" I called into the phone.

"Aria where are you? Dad and I are getting worried." my mom replied.

"Oh it's you, I was just taking a little glimpse at the 24/7 store called-" I paused.

"MacDonalds." whispered Ezra.

"MacDonalds." I finished realizing it's not a store.

"MacDonalds? I haven't been there in ages. Anyways come home!" she said.

"I will, bye!" I yelled back.

I shut my phone and put it back into my purse.

"You all ready?" asked Ezra.

I nodded and went into his car.

-The Next Morning-

"Aria you've gotten a letter!" cried my mom downstairs.

It was right before noon when I decided I would spend the entire day at home.

But since my mom is home today too I have to be in torture. I ran downstairs to

retrieve a letter.

"Who is it from?" I asked.

"It doesn't say who but it has your name and address." replied my mom.

I picked up the thick yellow envelope into my hands and ran back upstairs.

Once I reached my bed, I tore off the top and pulled out a thick booklet, a letter

and a photo. Then it hit me, the booklet was a stolen project from Meredith that

Alison and I stole a couple years back.

Flashback

"Are you sure this is safe?" I asked Alison as we were making our way to my dad's

office at Hollis.

"But of course, there isn't anything we should be worried about." said Alison.

"You've got the keys right?"

I nodded and pulled 2 keys out of my pocket. When we made it to the 5th floor,

Alison pulled on one of the keys and unlocked the door to my father's office.

"Stay put for any cameras." said Alison.

"I will." I replied.

All we wanted to find was any evidence about my father and Meredith dating.

"Oh what's this, a love letter?" asked Alison while picking up a fat booklet.

I pulled it from her and read the first few sentences.

"It sounds like a project about Shakespeare." I told Alison.

"Give me that." yelled Alison and snatched the booklet away from me.

She studied the first page carefully and then smiled.

"This is from Meredith Sorenson, it is just a project." said Alison.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Her name's on top, this means that Meredith is your dad's student." said Alison.

"So?" I asked.

"There is a much bigger chance of them being together." she replied.

CLICK! A flash appeared before our eyes coming from a hidden camera.

"Let's run!" I cried.

We ran out, locked the office door and left for Rosewood.

I was holding the booklet that Alison and I stole. I remember that Alison kept it.

I picked up the photo and gasped. It was a photo of me and Alison in my dad's

office. Then I remembered it wasn't my stuff, it was from someone. I picked up

the letter that was sent with it too.

Hello Aria,

Missed me? Well I hope you did. Go ahead and show the booklet and photo to

your dad, record it as evidence and put it beside Alison's grave. If you don't, I will

tell Ezra about Ronaldo.

-A.

Ronaldo is the guy that I made out at the cruise. The guy that I couldn't stop

thinking about. If Ezra finds out, it will be the end of us. I can't let this happen.

I picked up the booklet and photo and walked into my dad's office.

"Hey dad, you busy?" I asked him.

"Actually not really, what's up?" he asked while sipping his coffee.

"Well I have to tell you something." I started.

I opened up my phone and turned on the video camera.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I need to tell you this." I told him.

"Remember when someone stole a student's project from your office a couple

years back?" I asked.

"Yeah." he replied.

"Well I know who did that." I told him.

"Who did this crime?" he asked me.

"It was Alison and I who did this." I admitted.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" he asked.

"I-I was scared." I stammered.

"Here is the booklet and photo for proof." I handed him them.

He examined it and looked up at me.

"I am very disappointed in you Aria, very." he announced.

"I know, I am so sorry dad." I said quietly.

"But I am glad that you found some time to tell me honestly." he told me.

I nodded.

"You can take these and show this to Meredith when you find time."

"I have to show these to Meredith?" I asked.

"And apologize." he said.

"O-okay." I stammered.

I walked up to my dad and took the booklet and photo that he was handing me.

Then I took my phone, stopped the video and walked out of the office.

-1 hour later-

After I burned the video onto a CD, I took a quick glimpse out the window. It was

rainy and gloomy even though it was almost summer. I guess that I will have to

run to the cemetery and place the CD beside Ali's grave. I removed my makeup

and applied waterproof mascara to replace. Then I put my hair into a ponytail and

walked downstairs. When I arrived in the foyer, I put on my raincoat and my

waterproof boots and made my way out towards the cemetery. The weather was

disgusting and very wet. The grass was wet and glossy and when I stepped on it

it made a squishy sound. The rain pounded on my head but I didn't get wet 'cause

I had a hood on. When I arrived at the cemetery, it took about 2 minutes to get

to Ali's grave. There it was, my dead best friend's grave. I pulled out the CD that

was in a CD case and looked at it. I wrote in a permanent black sharpie marker

the words 'Video For A'. I sighed, Ezra will not know about Ronaldo, never in a

million years. I put the CD beside the hard stone that read 'Alison DiLaurentis, Our

Beautiful Angel'. After looking over the writing, I walked back home.