ARIA'S P. O. V
Today is the day I tell Meredith about stealing her finished project. Yesterday, was
very painful to see Caleb walk out like that, I hope he won't commit suicide.
I looked through my phone for the weather forecast. It said it was humid and hot.
It was boiling outside, the weather forecast said it's 94 degrees Fahrenheit.
I stood up from my bed and walked up to my closet. On my closet were photos of
all of us together. Like a big happy group. It will never be like this again; I thought
as I opened up my closet. There were many hipster clothing stacked on shelves,
hung on hooks. They reminded me of last year, when I wore them everywhere. I
stood on my tippy toes to look on the upper shelves. I noticed a little red box
perched on top of some clothing. I raised my eyebrow and picked it up, slowly
walking to my bed. Then I peeked inside it; I saw many things that I haven't seen
in a couple years or so. There was a small pale blue bag and inside it was a few
of my unique fake hair strips. I put them on every single morning with a black clip
that matched my black hair. But now I dyed my hair dark brown so I can't use it
anymore. I was always known for my fake hair strips at Rosewood High, because
it made me stand out from everyone else. Atleast that's what Alison always told
me. Especially when I put on my hot pink hair strip because it looked awesome
with my black hair. I put the bag aside and peered inside again; to find earrings
with pretty pink studs. I don't remember these very well but what I do know
is that they aren't mine. But of course! They were Ali's and she gave them to me
before she went to her cottage for a month. I never understood why she gave
them to me but now I do: so I wouldn't miss her! But it's too late, I will never
see her again. I put those aside too and looked for any other things. That's when
I spotted an old pink journal with no cover and no back cover either. I took it into
my hands and opened it up. There were a few words written on the first page, by
someone who had very original hand writing:
This book belongs to Alison DiLaurentis
But this wasn't Ali's handwriting that I remembered. I guess she wrote this before
I met her. Which was more than 3 years ago. I flipped the page to reveal the next
one which had a bunch of writing on it. It said:
Today is September 3rd, 2006. I just started middle school today and
it's been quite a rush. The day was pretty overwhelming but I got
through it with my friend Joslyn. Even though it was creepy, I can't
wait to go again tomorrow! A.D
Aw, this was Alison's journal that she wrote when she was 11 years old. After
re-reading the first journal entry, I flipped a bunch of pages to find a more new
journal entry with the hand writing that I remembered:
Today is May 24th, 2011. There is no better news yet. Well that's because
the mysterious 'A' person has been tracking me down again. I received a
text before class and then I received an IM message after school. I am
afraid to tell anybody even my best friends Emily, Aria, Hanna and Spence.
What am I supposed to do? That's what I think all the time. A.D
I cannot believe this. 'A' has been haunting Alison too, before us. I gulped loudly,
I would bet a million bucks that my gulp would be heard in the next room. I shut
the journal loudly and placed it back into the box. I took the box into my sweaty
hands and slid it underneath my queen sized bed. I looked for any normal clothes
and ran downstairs and out through the door to the near bus stop.
-25 minutes later-
After the bus dropped me off beside Hollis, I walked my aching legs through the
streets, trying to find Meredith's apartment building. Once I found the tall grey
building, I slid inside the entrance door and walked the stairs up to the 5th floor.
When I noticed Meredith's suite number, I ran up to it and knocked quietly,
trying to calm my nerves. Especially because of what I read not long ago.
"Aria, what are you going here?" asked Meredith once she opened the door.
"Um, I came here to talk about something I am sorry about." I answered.
"You are? Come in." she said politely.
I walked inside her suite which was air conditioned and peaceful. Then I took
a seat on her leather couch which felt similar to Ezra's armchair.
"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" asked Meredith as she sat down.
"Well it's something about your project on Shakespeare." I replied.
"It is? What about it?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
I gulped and stared at her. She was wearing a grey striped long sleeve, black
tights, a pair of slippers from Aritzia and her blond hair was tied into a ponytail.
"You know how somebody stole it right?" I asked.
"Yes." she answered sadly.
"I don't know how to say this but-" I started.
"I stole it."
"You stole my project?" she asked loudly with widened eyes.
"It was a mistake." I said; panicking.
"Of course it was a mistake! But why did you steal it?" she asked.
"I picked it up and then a camera took a photo and then I ran." I explained.
"Wait, you didn't want to steal it?" she asked calmly.
"I didn't need it! I wanted to put it back down but I forgot." I told her.
"H-here's the proof."
I pulled out the project and the photo of me and Alison out of my Michael Kors
purse and handed them to Meredith.
"I cannot believe this. This project was a huge assignment!" said Meredith.
"I apologize, I was so stupid." I said and put my face into my hands.
"Hold on, who's the blond girl beside you?" she asked.
"That's Alison DiLaurentis." I answered.
"The girl who got murdered last year?" asked Meredith with curiosity.
"Yeah, she knew about you and my dad." I replied.
"I am so sorry for your loss." said Meredith quietly.
"I learned to live with it." I told her.
"Anyways, I am sorry about this but I've got to leave now."
"I accept your apology Aria, just accept mine." said Meredith.
"F-for what?" I asked.
"About your dad and I-" she answered.
"It's been awful for you, Mike and Ella."
"It's all through though. I guess it's okay." I told her.
"Really? Thank you so much Aria!" she said and stood up.
I smiled and nodded while she escorted me out of her suite. That's when I felt
a sign of relief. I walked back down and into the bus which drove me home.
-1 hour later-
I sat at my bed; staring at my empty water bottle that sat on my desk. I couldn't
even concentrate on anything. Meredith and I don't hate each other anymore,
Ezra and I are perfectly fine but really secretive, Hanna has been murdered, Emily
and Spencer are the only friends I have now and Alison's journal. Alison's journal.
I stood up from my bed and pulled out the red box from under my bed. Then I
picked up the dusty pink journal. I stared at it for a few seconds then it came to
me. I have to show this to Emily and Spencer! Or not. I don't understand, how
did Ali's journal end up in my closet? At that moment, my phone vibrated.
I picked it up and saw the words: ONE NEW MESSAGE. Then my hands
trembled as I clicked, READ. It read: 'Oh Aria, don't you listen to Alison. Her
journal just speaks her foolish mind. Just like your mind speaks to you. The
problem is she's dead already and you can't ask her about those messages, can
you now? –A.'
AUTHOR'S NOTE
When it says original hand writing (Alison's), the writing was supposed to change but Fanfiction
doesn't allow any other writing so just pretend it's different hand writing. If you want to see
the original copy of the writing just PM me and I will send it to you.