Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE....

Have you ever had a friend turn on you? Just totally transform from someone you thought you knew into someone...else? Im not talking your boyfriend from nursery school who grows up and gets gawky and ugly and zitty, or your friend from camp whom youve got nothing to say to when she comes to visit you over Christmas break, or even a girl in your clique who suddenly breaks away and turns goth or into one of those granola Outward Bound kids. No. Im talking about your soul mate. The girl you know everything about. Who knows everything about you. One day she turns around and is a completely different person.

Well, it happens. It happened in Rosewood.

Watch it, Aria. Your face is going to freeze like that. Spencer Hastings unwrapped an orange Popsicle and slid it into her mouth. She was referring to the squinty-eyed drunk-pirate face her best friend, Aria Montgomery, was making as she tried to get her Sony Handycam to focus.

You sound like my mom, Spence. Emily Fields laughed, adjusting her T-shirt, which had a picture of a baby chicken in goggles on it and said, INSTANT SWIM CHICK ! JUST ADD WATER ! Her friends had forbidden Emily from wearing her goofy swimming T-shirts

Instant Swim Dork! Just add loser! Alison DiLaurentis had joked when Emily walked in. Your mom says that too? Hanna Marin asked, throwing away her green-stained Popsicle stick. Hanna

always ate faster than anyone else. Your face will freeze that way, she mimicked.

Alison looked Hanna up and down and cackled. Your mom shouldve warned you that your butt would freeze that way.

Hannas face fell as she pulled down her pink-and-white striped T-shirtshed borrowed it from Ali, and it kept riding up, revealing a white strip of her stomach. Alison tapped Hannas shin with her flip-flop. Just joking.

It was a Friday night in May near the end of seventh grade, and best friends Alison, Hanna, Spencer, Aria, and Emily were gathered in Spencers familys plushly decorated family room, with the Popsicle box, a big bottle of cherry vanilla Diet Dr Pepper, and their cell phones splayed out on the coffee table. A month ago, Ali had come to school with a brand-new LG flip phone, and the others had rushed out to buy their own that very day. They all had pink leather holsters to match Alis, toowell, all except for Aria, whose holster was made of pink mohair. Shed knitted it herself.

Aria moved the cameras lever back and forth to zoom in and out. And anyway, my face isnt going to freeze like this. Im concentrating on setting up this shot. This is for posterity. For when we become famous.

Well, we all know Im going to get famous. Alison thrust back her shoulders and turned her head to the side, revealing her swanlike neck.

Why are you going to be famous? Spencer challenged, sounding bitchier than she probably meant to.

Im going to have my own show. Ill be a smarter, cuter Paris Hilton.

Spencer snorted. But Emily pursed her pale lips, considering, and Hanna nodded, truly believing. This was Ali. She wouldnt stay here in Rosewood, Pennsylvania, for long. Sure, Rosewood was glamorous by most standardsall its residents looked like walk-on models for a Town & Country photo shootbut they all knew Ali was destined for greater things.

Shed plucked them out of oblivion a year and a half ago to be her best friends. With Ali by their sides, they had become the girls of Rosewood Day, the private school they attended. They had such power nowto deem who was cool and who wasnt, to throw the best parties, to nab the best seats in study hall, to run for student office and win by an overwhelming number of votes. Well, that last one only applied to Spencer. Aside from a few twists and turnsand accidentally blinding Jenna Cavanaugh, which they tried their hardest not to think abouttheir lives had transformed from passable to perfect.

How about we film a talk show? Aria suggested. She considered herself the friends official filmmakerone of the many things she wanted to be when she grew up was the next Jean-Luc Godard, some abstract French director.

Ali, youre famous. And Spencer, youre the interviewer.

Ill be the makeup girl, Hanna volunteered, rooting through her backpack to find her polka-dotted vinyl makeup bag.

Ill do hair. Emily pushed her reddish-blond bob behind her ears and rushed to Alis side. You have gorgeous hair, chŽrie, she said to Ali in a faux-French accent.

Ali slid her Popsicle out of her mouth. Doesnt chŽrie mean girlfriend?

The others were quick to laugh, but Emily paled. No, thats petite amie. Lately, Em was sensitive when Ali made jokes at her expense. She never used to be.

Okay, Aria said, making sure the camera was level. You guys ready?

Spencer flopped on the couch and placed a rhinestone tiara left over from a New Years party on her head. Shed been carrying the crown around all night.

You cant wear that, Ali snapped.

Why not? Spencer adjusted the crown so it was straight.

Because. If anything, Im the princess.

Why do you always get to be the princess? Spencer muttered under her breath. A nervous ripple swept through the others. Spencer and Ali werent getting along, and no one knew why.

Alis cell phone let out a bleat. She reached down, flipped it open, and tilted it away so no one else could see. Sweet. Her fingers flew across the keypad as she typed a text.

Who are you writing to? Emilys voice sounded eggshell-thin and small. Cant tell. Sorry. Ali didnt look up. You cant tell? Spencer was irate. What do you mean you cant tell?

Ali glanced up. Sorry, princess. You dont have to know everything. Ali closed her phone and set it on the leather couch. Dont start filming yet, Aria. I have to pee. She dashed out of Spencers family room toward the hall bathroom, plopping her Popsicle stick in the trash as she went.

Once they heard the bathroom door close, Spencer was the first to speak. Dont you just want to kill her sometimes?

The others flinched. They never bad-mouthed Ali. It was as blasphemous as burning the Rosewood Day official flag on school property, or admitting that Johnny Depp really wasnt that cutethat he was actually kind of old and creepy.

Of course, on the inside, they felt a little differently. This spring, Ali hadnt been around as much. Shed gotten closer with the high school girls on her JV field hockey squad and never invited Aria, Emily, Spencer, or Hanna to join them at lunch or come with them to the King James Mall.

And Ali had begun to keep secrets. Secret texts, secret phone calls, secret giggles about things she wouldnt tell them. Sometimes theyd see Alis screen name online, but when they tried to IM her, she wouldnt respond. Theyd bared their souls to Alitelling her things they hadnt told the others, things they didnt want anyone to knowand they expected her to reciprocate. Hadnt Ali made them all promise a year ago, after the horrible thing with Jenna happened, that they would tell one another everything, absolutely everything, until the end of time?

The girls hated to think of what eighth grade would be like if things kept going like this. But it didnt mean they hated Ali.

Aria wound a piece of long, dark hair around her fingers and laughed nervously. Kill her because shes so cute, maybe. She hit the cameras power switch, turning it on.

And because she wears a size zero, Hanna added.

Thats what I meant. Spencer glanced at Alis phone, which was wedged between two couch cushions. Want to read her texts?

I do, Hanna whispered.

Emily stood up from her perch on the couchs arm. I dont know.... She started inching away from Alis phone, as if just being close to it incriminated her.

Spencer scooped up Alis cell. She looked curiously at the blank screen. Cmon. Dont you want to know who texted her?

It was probably just Katy, Emily whispered, referring to one of Alis hockey friends. You should put it down, Spence.

Aria took the camera off the tripod and walked toward Spencer. Lets do it.

They gathered around. Spencer opened the phone and pushed a button. Its locked.

Do you know her password? Aria asked, still filming.

Try her birthday, Hanna whispered. She took the phone from Spencer and punched in the digits. The screen didnt change. What do I do now?

They heard Alis voice before they saw her. What are you guys doing?

Spencer dropped Alis phone back onto the couch. Hanna stepped back so abruptly, she banged her shin against the coffee table.

Ali stomped through the door to the family room, her eyebrows knitted together. Were you looking at my phone?

Of course not! Hanna cried.

We were, Emily admitted, sitting on the couch, then standing up again. Aria shot her a look and then hid behind the camera lens.

But Ali was no longer paying attention. Spencers older sister, Melissa, a senior in high school, burst into the Hastings kitchen from the garage. A takeout bag from Otto, a restaurant near the Hastings neighborhood, hung from her wrists. Her adorable boyfriend, Ian, was with her. Ali stood up straighter. Spencer smoothed her dirty-blond hair and straightened her tiara.

Ian stepped into the family room. Hey, girls. Hi, Spencer said in a loud voice. How are you, Ian? Im cool. Ian smiled at Spencer. Cute crown.

Thanks! Spencer fluttered her coal-black eyelashes.

Ali rolled her eyes. Be a little more obvious, she singsonged under her breath.

But it was hard not to crush on Ian. He had curly blond hair, perfect white teeth, and stunning blue eyes, and none of them could forget the recent soccer game where hed changed his shirt midquarter and, for five glorious seconds, theyd gotten a full-on view of his naked chest. It was almost universally believed that his gorgeousness was wasted on Melissa, who was totally prudish and acted way too much like Mrs. Hastings, Spencers mother.

Ian plopped down on the edge of the couch near Ali. So, what are you girls doing? Oh, not much, Aria said, adjusting the cameras focus. Making a film. A film? Ian looked amused. Can I be in it? Of course, Spencer said quickly. She plopped down on the other side of him.

Ian grinned into the camera. So what are my lines?

Its a talk show, Spencer explained. She glanced at Ali, gauging her reaction, but Ali didnt respond. Im the host. You and Ali are my guests. Ill do you first.

Ali let out a sarcastic snort and Spencers cheeks flamed as pink as her Ralph Lauren T-shirt. Ian let the reference pass by. Okay. Interview away.

Spencer sat up straighter on the couch, crossing her muscular legs just like a talk show host. She picked up the pink microphone from Hannas karaoke machine and held it under her chin. Welcome to the Spencer Hastings show. For my first question

Ask him who his favorite teacher at Rosewood is, Aria called out. Ali perked up. Her blue eyes glittered. Thats a good question for you, Aria. You should ask him if he

wants to hook up with any of his teachers. In vacant parking lots. Arias mouth fell open. Hanna and Emily, who were standing off to the side near the credenza,

exchanged a confused glance.

All my teachers are dogs, Ian said slowly, not getting whatever was happening.

Ian, can you please help me? Melissa made a clattering noise in the kitchen.

One sec, Ian called out.

Ian. Melissa sounded annoyed.

I got one. Spencer tossed her long blond hair behind her ears. She was loving that Ian was paying more attention to them than to Melissa. What would your ultimate graduation gift be?

Ian, Melissa called through her teeth, and Spencer glanced at her sister through the wide French

doors to the kitchen. The light from the fridge cast a shadow across her face. I. Need. Help. Easy, Ian answered, ignoring her. Id want a base-jumping lesson. Base-jumping? Aria called. Whats that? Parachuting from the top of a building, Ian explained.

As Ian told a story about Hunter Queenan, one of his friends who had base-jumped, the girls leaned forward eagerly. Aria focused the camera on Ians jaw, which looked hewn out of stone. Her eyes flickered for a moment to Ali. She was sitting next to Ian, staring off into space. Was Ali bored? She probably had better things to dothat text was probably about plans with her glamorous older friends.

Aria glanced again at Alis cell phone, which was resting on the cushion of the couch next to her arm. What was she hiding from them? What was she up to?

Dont you sometimes want to kill her? Spencers question floated through Arias brain as Ian rambled on. Deep down, she knew they all felt that way. It might be better if Ali were just...gone, instead of leaving them behind.

So Hunter said he got the most amazing rush when he base-jumped, Ian concluded. Better than anything. Including sex.

Ian, Melissa warned. That sounds incredible. Spencer looked to Ali on the other side of Ian. Doesnt it? Yes. Ali looked sleepy, almost like she was in a trance. Incredible.

The rest of the week had been a blur: final exams, planning parties, more get-togethers, and more tension. And then, on the evening of the last day of seventh grade, Ali went missing. Just like that. One minute she was there, the next...gone.

The police scoured Rosewood for clues. They questioned the four girls separately, asking if Ali had been acting strangely or if anything unusual had happened recently. They all thought long and hard. The night she disappeared had been strangeshed been hypnotizing them and had run out of the barn after she and Spencer had a stupid fight about the blinds and just...never came back. But had there been other strange nights? They considered the night they tried to read Alis texts, but not for very longafter Ian and Melissa left, Ali had snapped out of her funk. Theyd had a dance contest and played with Hannas karaoke machine. The mystery texts on Alis phone had been forgotten.

Next, the cops asked if they thought anyone close to Ali might have wanted to hurt her. Hanna, Aria, and Emily all thought of the same thing: Dont you sometimes want to kill her? Spencer had snarled. But no. Shed been kidding. Hadnt she?

Nobody wanted to hurt Ali, Emily said, pushing the worry out of her mind.

Absolutely not, Aria answered too, in her own separate interview, darting her eyes away from the burly cop sitting next to her on the porch swing.

I dont think so, Hanna said in her interview, fiddling with the pale blue string bracelet Ali had made for them after Jennas accident. Ali wasnt that close with many people. Only us. And we all loved her to death.

Sure, Spencer seemed angry with Ali. But really, deep down, werent they all? Ali was perfectbeautiful, smart, sexy, irresistibleand she was ditching them. Maybe they did hate her for it. But that didnt mean any of them wanted her gone.

Its amazing what you dont see, though. Even when its right in front of your eyes.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

1 SPENCERS HARD WORK PAYS OFF

Spencer Hastings should have been sleeping at six-thirty on Monday morning. Instead, she was sitting in a therapists blue-and-green waiting room, feeling a little like she was trapped inside an aquarium. Her older sister, Melissa, was sitting on an emerald-colored chair opposite her. Melissa looked up from her Principles of Emerging Markets textbookshe was in an MBA program at the University of Pennsylvaniaand gave Spencer a motherly smile.

Ive felt so much clearer since I started seeing Dr. Evans, purred Melissa, whose appointment was right after Spencers. Youre going to love her. Shes incredible.

Of course shes incredible, Spencer thought nastily. Melissa would find anyone willing to listen to her for a whole uninterrupted hour amazing.

But she might come on a little strong for you, Spence, Melissa warned, slapping her book closed. Shes going to tell you things about yourself you dont want to hear.

Spencer shifted her weight. Im not six. I can take criticism.

Melissa gave Spencer a tiny eyebrow-raise, clearly indicating that she wasnt so sure. Spencer hid behind her Philadelphia magazine, wondering again why she was here. Spencers mother, Veronica, had booked her an appointment with a therapistMelissas therapistafter Spencers old friend Alison DiLaurentis had been found dead and Toby Cavanaugh committed suicide. Spencer suspected the appointment was also meant to sort through why Spencer had hooked up with Melissas boyfriend, Wren. Spencer was doing fine though. Really. And wasnt going to her worst enemys therapist like going to an ugly girls plastic surgeon? Spencer feared shed probably come out of her very first shrink session with the mental-health equivalent of hideously lopsided fake boobs.

Just then, the office door swung open, and a petite blond woman wearing tortoiseshell glasses, a black tunic, and black pants poked her head out.

Spencer? the woman said. Im Dr. Evans. Come in.

Spencer strode into Dr. Evanss office, which was spare and bright and thankfully nothing like the waiting room. It contained a black leather couch and a gray suede chair. A large desk held a phone, a stack of manila folders, a chrome gooseneck lamp, and one of those weighted drinking-bird toys that Mr. Craft, the earth science teacher, loved. Dr. Evans settled into the suede chair and gestured for Spencer to sit on

the couch.

So, Dr. Evans said, once they were comfy, Ive heard a lot about you.

Spencer wrinkled her nose and glanced toward the waiting room. From Melissa, I guess?

From your mom. Dr. Evans opened to the first page of a red notebook. She says that youve had some turmoil in your life, especially lately.

Spencer fixed her gaze on the end table next to the couch. It held a candy dish, a box of Kleenexof courseand one of those pegboard IQ games, the kind where you jumped the pegs over one another until there was only one peg remaining. There used to be one of those in the DiLaurentis family den; she and Ali had solved it together, meaning they were both geniuses. I think Im coping, she muttered. Im not, like, suicidal.

A close friend died. A neighbor, too. That must be hard.

Spencer let her head rest on the back of the couch and looked up. It looked like the bumpily plastered ceiling had acne. She probably needed to talk to someoneit wasnt like she could talk to her family about Ali, Toby, or the terrifying notes shed been getting from the evil stalker who was known simply as A. And her old friendstheyd been avoiding her ever since shed admitted that Toby had known all along that theyd blinded his stepsister, Jennaa secret shed kept from them for three long years.

But three weeks had gone by since Tobys suicide, and almost a month had passed since the workers unearthed Alis body. Spencer was coping better with all of it, mostly, because A had vanished. She hadnt received a note since before Foxy, Rosewoods big charity benefit. At first, As silence made Spencer feel edgyperhaps it was the calm before the hurricanebut as more time passed, she began to relax. Her manicured nails dislodged themselves from the heels of her hands. She started sleeping with her desk light off again. Shed received an A+ on her latest calc test and an A on her Platos Republic paper. Her breakup with Wrenwho had dumped her for Melissa, who had in turn dumped himdidnt sting so much anymore, and her family had reverted back into everyday obliviousness. Even Melissas presenceshe was staying with the family while a small army renovated her town house in Phillywas mostly tolerable.

Maybe the nightmare was over.

Spencer wiggled her toes inside her knee-high buff-colored kidskin boots. Even if she felt comfortable enough with Dr. Evans to tell her about A, it was a moot point. Why bring A up if A was gone?

It is hard, but Alison has been missing for years. Ive moved on, Spencer finally said. Maybe Dr. Evans would realize Spencer wasnt going to talk and end their session early.

Dr. Evans wrote something in her notebook. Spencer wondered what. Ive also heard you and your sister were having some boyfriend issues.

Spencer bristled. She could only imagine Melissas extremely slanted version of the Wren debacleit probably involved Spencer eating whipped cream off Wrens bare stomach in Melissas bed while her sister watched helplessly from the window. It wasnt really a big deal, she muttered.

Dr. Evans lowered her shoulders and gave Spencer the same youre not fooling me look her mother used. He was your sisters boyfriend first, wasnt he? And you dated him behind her back?

Spencer clenched her teeth. Look, I know it was wrong, okay? I dont need another lecture.

Dr. Evans stared at her. Im not going to lecture you. Perhaps... She put a finger to her cheek. Perhaps you had your reasons.

Spencers eyes widened. Were her ears working correctlywas Dr. Evans seriously suggesting that Spencer wasnt 100 percent to blame? Perhaps $175 an hour wasnt a blasphemous price to pay for therapy, after all.

Do you and your sister ever spend time together? Dr. Evans asked after a pause.

Spencer reached into the candy dish for a Hersheys Kiss. She pulled off the silver wrapper in one long curl, flattened the foil in her palm, and popped the kiss in her mouth. Never. Unless were with our parentsbut its not like Melissa talks to me. All she does is brag to my parents about her accomplishments and her insanely boring town house renovations. Spencer looked squarely at Dr. Evans. I guess you know my parents bought her a town house in Old City simply because she graduated from college.

I did. Dr. Evans stretched her arms into the air and two silver bangle bracelets slid to her elbow. Fascinating stuff.

And then she winked. Spencer felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. Apparently Dr. Evans didnt care about

the merits of sisal versus jute either. Yes.

They talked a while longer, Spencer enjoying it more and more, and then Dr. Evans motioned to the Salvador Dal’ melting-clocks clock that hung above her desk to indicate that their time was up. Spencer said good-bye and opened the office door, rubbing her head as if the therapist had cracked it open and tinkered around in her brain. That actually hadnt been as torturous as shed thought it would be.

She shut the therapists office door and turned around. To her surprise, her mother was sitting in a pale-green wing chair next to Melissa, reading a Main Line style magazine.

Mom. Spencer frowned. What are you doing here?

Veronica Hastings looked like shed come straight from the familys riding stables. She was wearing a white Petit Bateau T-shirt, skinny jeans, and her beat-up riding boots. There was even a little bit of hay in her hair. I have news, she announced.

Both Mrs. Hastings and Melissa had very serious looks on their faces. Spencers insides started to whirl. Someone had died. SomeoneAlis killerhad killed again. Perhaps A was back. Please, no, she thought.

I got a call from Mr. McAdam, Mrs. Hastings said, standing up. Mr. McAdam was Spencers AP economics teacher. He wanted to talk about some essays you wrote a few weeks ago. She took a step closer, the scent of her Chanel No. 5 perfume tickling Spencers nose. Spence, he wants to nominate one of them for a Golden Orchid.

Spencer stepped back. A Golden Orchid?

The Golden Orchid was the most prestigious essay contest in the country, the high school essay equivalent of an Oscar. If she won, People and Time would do a feature story on her. Yale, Harvard, and Stanford would beg her to enroll. Spencer had followed the successes of Golden Orchid winners the way other people followed celebrities. The Golden Orchid winner of 1998 was now managing editor of a very famous fashion magazine. The winner from 1994 had become a congressman at 28.

Thats right. Her mother broke into a dazzling smile.

Oh my God. Spencer felt faint. But not from excitementfrom dread. The essays shed turned in hadnt been hersthey were Melissas. Spencer had been in a rush to finish the assignment, and A had suggested she borrow Melissas old work. So much had gone on in the past few weeks, it had slipped her mind.

Spencer winced. Mr. McAdamor Squidward, as everyone called himhad loved Melissa when she was his student. How could he not remember Melissas essays, especially if they were that good?

Her mother grabbed Spencers arm and she flinchedher mothers hands were always corpse-cold. Were so proud of you, Spence!

Spencer couldnt control the muscles around her mouth. She had to come clean with this before she got in too deep. Mom, I cant

But Mrs. Hastings wasnt listening. Ive already called Jordana at the Philadelphia Sentinel. Remember Jordana? She used to take riding lessons at the stables? Anyway, shes thrilled. No one from this area has ever been nominated. She wants to write an article about you!

Spencer blinked. Everyone read the Philadelphia Sentinel newspaper. The interview and photo shoot are all scheduled, Mrs. Hastings breezed on, picking up her giant

saffron-colored Tods satchel and jingling her car keys.

Wednesday before school. Theyll provide a stylist. Im sure Uri will come to give you a blowout.

Spencer was afraid to make eye contact with her mom, so she stared at the waiting-room reading materialan assortment of New Yorkers and Economists, and a big book of fairy tales that was teetering on top of a Dubble Bubble tub of Legos. She couldnt tell her mom about the stolen papernot now. And it wasnt as if she was going to win the Golden Orchid, anyway. Hundreds of people were

nominated, from the best high schools all over the country. She probably wouldnt even make it past the first cut.

That sounds great, Spencer sputtered.

Her mom pranced out the door. Spencer lingered a moment longer, transfixed by the wolf on the cover of the fairy tale book. Shed had the same one when she was little. The wolf was dressed up in a negligee and bonnet, leering at a blond, na•ve Red Riding Hood. It used to give Spencer nightmares.

Melissa cleared her throat. When Spencer looked up, her sister was staring. Congrats, Spence, Melissa said evenly. The Golden Orchid. Thats huge.

Thanks, Spencer blurted. There was an eerily familiar expression on Melissas face. And then Spencer realized: Melissa looked exactly like the big bad wolf.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

2

JUST ANOTHER SEXUALLY CHARGED DAY IN AP ENGLISH

Aria Montgomery sat down in English class on Monday morning, just as the air outside the open widow started to smell like rain. The PA crackled, and everyone in the class looked at the little speaker on the ceiling.

Hello, students! This is Spencer Hastings, your junior class vice president! Spencers voice rang out clear and loud. She sounded perky and assured, as if shed taken a course in Announcements 101. I want to remind everyone that the Rosewood Day Hammerheads are swimming against the Drury Academy Eels tomorrow. Its the biggest meet of the season, so lets all show some spirit and come out and support the team! There was a pause. Yeah!

Some of the class snickered. Aria felt an uneasy chill. Despite everything that had happenedAlisons murder, Tobys suicide, ASpencer was the president or VP of every club around. But to Aria, Spencers spiritedness sounded...fake. She had seen a side of Spencer others hadnt. Spencer had known for years that Ali had threatened Toby Cavanaugh to keep him quiet about Jennas accident, and Aria couldnt forgive her for keeping such a dangerous secret from the rest of them.

Okay, class, Ezra Fitz, Arias AP English teacher, said. He resumed writing on the board, printing The Scarlet Letter in his angular handwriting, and then he underlined it four times.

In Nathaniel Hawthornes masterpiece, Hester Prynne cheats on her husband, and her town forces her to wear a big, red, shameful A on her chest as a reminder of what shes done. Mr. Fitz turned from the board and pushed his square glasses up the bridge of his sloped nose. Can anyone think of other stories that have the same falling-from-grace theme? About people who are ridiculed or cast out for their mistakes?

Noel Kahn raised his hand and his chain-link Rolex watch slid down his wrist. How about that episode of The Real World when the housemates voted for the psycho girl to leave?

The class laughed, and Mr. Fitz looked perplexed. Guys, this is supposed to be an AP class. Mr. Fitz turned to Arias row. Aria? How about you? Thoughts?

Aria paused. Her life was a good example. Not long ago, she and her family had been living harmoniously in Iceland, Alison hadnt been officially dead, and A hadnt existed. But then, in a horrible unraveling of events that started six weeks ago, Aria had moved back to preppy Rosewood, Alis body had been discovered under the concrete slab behind her old house, and A had outed the Montgomery familys biggest secret: that Arias father, Byron, had cheated on her mother, Ella, with one of his students, Meredith. The news hit Ella hard and she promptly threw Byron out. Finding out that Aria had kept Byrons secret from her for three years hadnt helped Ella much either. Mother-daughter relations hadnt been too warm and fuzzy since.

Of course, it could have been worse. Aria hadnt gotten any texts from A in the last three weeks. Although Byron was now allegedly living with Meredith, at least Ella had begun speaking to Aria again. And Rosewood hadnt been invaded by aliens yet, although after all the weird things that had happened in this town, Aria wouldnt have been surprised if that were next.

Aria? Mr. Fitz goaded. Any ideas? Mason Byers came to Arias rescue. What about Adam and Eve and that snake?

Great, Mr. Fitz said absentmindedly. His eyes rested on Aria for another second before looking away. Aria felt a warm, prickly rush. She had hooked up with Mr. FitzEzraat Snookers, a college bar, before either of them knew he would be her new AP English teacher. He was the one whod ended it, and afterward, Aria had learned he had a girlfriend in New York. But she didnt hold a grudge. Things were going well with her new boyfriend, Sean Ackard, who was kind and sweet and also happened to be gorgeous.

Besides, Ezra was the best English teacher Aria had ever had. In the month since school had started, hed assigned four amazing books and staged a skit based on Edward Albees The Sandbox. Soon, the class was going to do a Desperate Housewivesstyle interpretation of Medea, the Greek play where a mother murders her children. Ezra wanted them to think unconventionally, and unconventional was Arias forte. Now, instead of calling her Finland, her classmate Noel Kahn had given Aria a new nickname, Brownnoser. It felt good to be excited about school again, though, and at times she almost forgot things with Ezra had ever been complicated.

Until Ezra threw her a crooked smile, of course. Then she couldnt help but feel fluttery. Just a little.

Hanna Marin, who sat right in front of Aria, raised her hand. How about that book where two girls are best friends, but then, all of a sudden, one of the best friends turns evil and steals the other ones boyfriend?

Ezra scratched his head. Im sorry...I dont think Ive read that book.

Aria clenched her fists. She knew what Hanna meant. For the last time, Hanna, I didnt steal Sean from you! You guys were already. Broken. Up!

The class rippled with laughter. Hannas shoulders became rigid. Someones a little self-centered, she murmured to Aria without turning around. Who said I was talking about you?

But Aria knew she was. When Aria had returned from Iceland, shed been stunned to see that Hanna had morphed from Alis chubby, awkward lackey to a thin, beautiful, designer-clothes-wearing goddess. It seemed like Hanna had everything shed ever wanted: she and her best friend, Mona Vanderwaalalso a transformed dorkruled the school, and Hanna had even nabbed Sean Ackard, the boy shed pined over since sixth grade. Aria had only gone for Sean after hearing that Hanna had dumped him. But she quickly found out it had been the other way around.

Aria had hoped she and her old friends might reunite, especially since theyd all received notes from A. Yet, they werent even speakingthings were right back to where theyd been during those awkward, worried weeks after Alis disappearance. Aria hadnt even told them about what A had done to her family. The only exbest friend Aria was still sort of friendly with was Emily Fieldsbut their conversations had mostly consisted of Emily blubbering about how guilty she felt about Tobys death, until Aria had finally insisted that it wasnt her fault.

Well, anyway, Ezra said, putting copies of The Scarlet Letter at the front of each row to pass back, I want everyone to read chapters one through five this week, and you have a three-page essay on any themes you see at the beginning of the book due on Friday. Okay?

Everyone groaned and started to talk. Aria slid her book into her yak-fur bag. Hanna reached down to pick her purse off the floor. Aria touched Hannas thin, pale arm. Look, Im sorry. I really am.

Hanna yanked her arm away, pressed her lips together, and wordlessly stuffed The Scarlet Letter into her purse. It kept jamming, and she let out a frustrated grunt.

Classical music tinkled through the loudspeaker, indicating the period was over. Hanna shot up from her seat as if it were on fire. Aria rose slowly, shoving her pen and notebook into her purse and heading for the door.

Aria.

She turned. Ezra was leaning against his oak desk, his tattered caramel leather briefcase pressed to his hip.

Everything okay? he asked. Sorry about all that, she said. Hanna and I have some issues. It wont happen again. No problem. Ezra set his mug of chai down. Is everything else okay?

Aria bit her lip and considered telling him what was going on. But why? For all she knew, Ezra was as sleazy as her father. If he really did have a girlfriend in New York, then hed cheated on her when hed hooked up with Aria.

Everythings fine, she managed.

Good. Youre doing a great job in class. He smiled, showing his two adorably overlapping bottom teeth.

Yeah, Im enjoying myself, she said, taking a step toward the door. But as she did, she stumbled over her super-high stack-heeled boots, careening into Ezras desk. Ezra grabbed her waist and pulled her upright...and into him. His body felt warm and safe, and he smelled good, like chili powder, cigarettes,

and old books.

Aria moved away quickly. Are you okay? Ezra asked.

Yeah. She busied herself by straightening her school blazer. Sorry.

Its okay, Ezra answered, jamming his hands in his jacket pockets. So...see you.

Yeah. See you.

Aria walked out of the classroom, her breathing fast and shallow. Maybe she was nuts, but she was pretty sure Ezra had held her for a second longer than he needed to. And she was certain shed liked it.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

3

THERES NO SUCH THING AS BAD PRESS

During their free period Monday afternoon, Hanna Marin and her best friend, Mona Vanderwaal, were sitting in the corner booth of Steam, Rosewood Days coffee bar, doing what they did best: ripping on people who werent as fabulous as they were.

Mona poked Hanna with one end of her chocolate-dipped biscotti. To Mona, food was more like a prop, less like something to eat. Jennifer Feldmans got some logs, doesnt she?

Poor girl. Hanna mock-pouted. Logs was Monas shorthand term for tree-trunk legs: solid and unshapely thighs and calves with no tapering from knees to ankles.

And her feet look like overstuffed sausage casings in those heels! Mona cawed.

Hanna snickered, watching as Jennifer, who was on the diving team, hung up a poster on the far wall that read, SWIM MEET TOMORROW ! ROSEWOOD DAY HAMMERHEADS VS . DRURY ACADEMY EELS ! Her ankles were hideously thick. Thats what girls with fat ankles get when they try to wear Louboutins, Hanna sighed. She and Mona were the thin-ankled sylphs Christian Louboutin shoes were meant for, obviously.

Mona took a big sip of her Americano and pulled out her Gucci wallet diary from her eggplant-colored Botkier purse. Hanna nodded approvingly. They had other things to do besides criticize people today, like plan not one but two parties: one for the two of them, and the second for the rest of Rosewood Days elite.

First things first. Mona uncapped her pen. The Frenniversary. What should we do tonight? Shopping? Massages? Dinner?

All of that, Hanna answered. And we definitely have to hit Otter. Otter was a new high-end boutique at the mall.

Im loving Otter, Mona agreed.

Where should we have dinner? Hanna asked.

Rive Gauche, of course, Mona said loudly, talking over the groaning coffee grinder.

Youre right. Theyll definitely give us wine.

Should we invite boys? Monas blue eyes gleamed.

Eric Kahn keeps calling me. Maybe Noel could come for you?

Hanna frowned. Despite being cute, incredibly rich and part of the Ÿber-sexy clan of Kahn brothers, Noel wasnt really her type. No boys, she decided. Although thats very cool about Eric.

This is going to be a fabulous Frenniversary. Mona grinned so broadly that her dimples showed. Can you believe this is our third?

Hanna smiled. Their Frenniversary marked the day Hanna and Mona had talked on the phone for three and a half hoursthe obvious indicator that they were best friends. Although theyd known each other since kindergarten, theyd never really spoken before cheerleading tryouts a few weeks before the first day of eighth grade. By then, Ali had been missing for two months and Hannas old friends had become really distant, so shed decided to give Mona a chance. It was worth itMona was funny, sarcastic, and, despite her thing for animal backpacks and Razor scooters, she secretly devoured Vogue and Teen Vogue as ravenously as Hanna did. Within weeks, theyd decided to be best friends and transform themselves into the most popular girls at school. And look: Now they had.

Now for the bigger plans, Mona said, flipping another page of her notebook. Sweet seventeen, she sang to the MTV My Super Sweet Sixteen melody.

Its going to rock, Hanna gushed. Monas birthday was this Saturday, and she had almost all the party details in place. She was going to have it at the Hollis Planetarium, where there were telescopes in every roomeven the bathrooms. Shed booked a DJ, caterers, and a trapeze schoolso guests could swing over the dance flooras well as a videographer, who would film the party and simultaneously webcast it onto a Jumbotron screen. Mona had carefully instructed guests to wear formal dress only on the invites. If someone turned up in jeans or Juicy sweats, security would not-so-politely turn them away.

So I was thinking, Mona said, stuffing a napkin into her empty paper coffee cup. Its a little last-minute, but Im going to have a court.

A court? Hanna raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

Its an excuse to get that fabulous Zac Posen dress you keep frothing over at Saksthe fitting is tomorrow. And well wear tiaras and make the boys bow down to us.

Hanna stifled a giggle. Were not going to do an opening dance number, are we? She and Mona had been on Julia Rubensteins party court last year, and Julia had made them do a dance routine with a bunch of D-list male models. Hannas dance partner smelled like garlic and had immediately asked her if she wanted to join him in the coatroom. Shed spent the rest of the party running away from him.

Mona scoffed, breaking her biscotti into smaller pieces. Would I do something as lame as that?

Of course not. Hanna rested her chin in her hands. So Im the only girl in the court, right? Mona rolled her eyes. Obviously. Hanna shrugged. I mean, I dont know who else you could pick. We just need to get you a date. Mona placed the tiniest piece of biscotti in her mouth.

I dont want to take anyone from Rosewood Day, Hanna said quickly. Maybe Ill ask someone from Hollis. And Ill bring more than one date. Her eyes lit up. I could have a whole load of guys carry me around all night, like Cleopatra.

Mona gave her a high five. Now youre talking. Hanna chewed on the end of her straw. I wonder if Sean will come. Dont know. Mona raised an eyebrow. Youre over him, right?

Of course. Hanna pushed her auburn hair over her shoulder. Bitterness still flickered inside her whenever she thought about how Sean had dumped her for way-too-tall, Im-a-kiss-ass-English-student-and-think-Im-hot-shit-because-I-lived-in-Europe Aria Montgomery, but whatever. It was Seans loss. Now that boys knew she was available, Hannas BlackBerry inbox was beeping with potential dates every few minutes.

Good, Mona said. Because youre way too hot for him, Han.

I know, Hanna quipped, and they touched palms lightly in another high five. Hanna sat back, feeling a warm, reassuring whoosh of well-being. It was hard to believe that things had been shaky between her and Mona a month ago. Imagine, Mona thinking that Hanna wanted to be friends with Aria, Emily, and Spencer instead of her!

Okay, so Hanna had been keeping things from Mona, although shed confessed most of it: her occasional purges, the trouble with her dad, her two arrests, the fact that shed stripped for Sean at Noel Kahns party and hed rejected her. Shed downplayed everything, worried Mona would disown her for such horrible secrets, but Mona had taken it all in stride. She said every diva got in trouble once in a while, and Hanna decided shed just overreacted. So what if she wasnt with Sean anymore? So what if she hadnt spoken to her father since Foxy? So what if she was still volunteering at Mr. Ackards burn clinic to atone for wrecking his car? So what if her two worst enemies, Naomi Zeigler and Riley Wolfe, knew she had a bingeing problem and had spread rumors about her around the school? She and Mona were still tight, and A had stopped stalking her.

Kids began filtering out of the coffee bar, which meant that free period was about to end. As Hanna and Mona swaggered through the exit, Hanna realized they were approaching Naomi and Riley, who had been hiding behind the giant swirling Frappuccino machine. Hanna set her jaw and tried to hold her head high.

Baaaarf, Naomi hissed into Hannas ear as she passed. Yaaaaak, Riley taunted right behind her.

Dont listen to them, Han, Mona said loudly. Theyre just pissed because you can fit into those Rich and Skinny jeans at Otter and they cant.

Its cool, Hanna said breezily, sticking her nose into the air. Theres that, and at least I dont have inverted nipples.

Naomis mouth got very small and tense. That was because of the bra I was wearing, she said through clenched teeth. Hanna had seen Naomis inverted nipples when they were changing for gym the week before. Maybe it was just from the weird bra she had on, but heyalls fair in love and the war to be popular.

Hanna glanced over her shoulder and shot Naomi and Riley a haughty, condescending look. She felt like a queen snubbing two grubby little wenches. And it gave Hanna great satisfaction to see that Mona was giving them the exact same look. That was what best friends were for, after all.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

4

NO WONDER EMILYS MOM IS SO STRICT

Emily Fields never had practice the day before a meet, so she came straight home after school and noticed three new items sitting on the limestone kitchen island. There were two new blue Sammy swim towels for Emily and her sister Carolyn, just in time for their big meet against Drury tomorrow...and there was also a paperback book titled Its Not Fair: What to Do When You Lose Your Boyfriend. A Post-it note was affixed to the cover: Emily: Thought you might find this useful. Ill be back at 6.Mom.

Emily absentmindedly flipped through the pages. Not long after Alisons body had been found, Emilys mother had started surprising her with little cheer-me-ups, like a book called 1001 Things to Make You Smile, a big set of Prismacolor colored pencils, and a walrus puppet, because Emily used to be obsessed with walruses when she was younger. After Tobys suicide, however, her mother had merely given Emily a bunch of self-help books. Mrs. Fields seemed to think Tobys death was harder for Emily than Alisprobably because she thought Toby had been Emilys boyfriend.

Emily sank into a white kitchen chair and shut her eyes. Boyfriend or not, Tobys death did haunt her. Every night, as she was looking at herself in the mirror while brushing her teeth, she thought she saw Toby standing behind her. She couldnt stop going over that fateful night when hed taken her to Foxy. Emily had told Toby that shed been in love with Alison, and Toby had admitted he was glad Ali was dead. Emily had immediately assumed Toby was Alis killer and had threatened to call the cops. But by the time she realized just how wrong she was, it was too late.

Emily listened to the small settling sounds of her empty house. She stood up, picked up the cordless phone on the counter and dialed a number. Maya answered in one ring.

Carolyns at Tophers, Emily said in a low voice. My moms at a PTA meeting. We have a whole hour.

The creek? Maya whispered. Yep. Six minutes, Maya declared. Time me.

It took Emily two minutes to slip out the back door, sprint across her vast, slippery lawn, and dive into the woods to the secluded little creek. Alongside the water was a smooth, flat rock, perfect for two girls to sit on. She and Maya had discovered the secret creek spot two weeks ago, and theyd been hiding away here as much as they possibly could.

In five minutes and forty-five seconds, Maya emerged through the trees. She looked adorable as usual, in her plain white T-shirt, pale pink miniskirt, and red suede Puma sneakers. Even though it was October, it was almost eighty degrees out. She had pulled her hair back from her face, showing off her flawless, caramel-colored skin.

Hey, Maya cried, a little out of breath. Under six minutes? Barely, Emily teased.

They both plopped down on the rock. For a second, neither of them spoke. It was so much quieter back here in the woods than by the street. Emily tried not to think about how she had run from Toby through these very woods a few weeks ago. Instead, she concentrated on the way the water sparkled over the rocks and how the trees were just starting to turn orange at the tips. She had a superstition about the big tree she could just make out at the edge of her backyard: if its leaves turned yellow in the fall, she would have a good school year. If they turned red, she wouldnt. But this year, the leaves were orangedid that mean so-so? Emily had all sorts of superstitions. She thought the world was fraught with signs. Nothing was random.

I missed you, Maya whispered in Emilys ear. I didnt see you at school today.

A shiver passed through Emily as Mayas lips grazed her earlobe. She shifted her position on the rock, moving closer to Maya. I know. I kept looking for you.

Did you survive your bio lab? Maya asked, curling her pinkie around Emilys. Uh-huh. Emily slid her fingers up Mayas arm. How was your history test? Maya wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

Does this make it better? Emily pecked Maya on the lips.

Youll have to try harder than that to make it better, Maya said seductively, lowering her green-yellow catlike eyes and reaching for Emily.

They had decided to try this: sitting together, hanging out whenever they could, touching, kissing. As much as Emily tried to edit Maya from her life, she couldnt. Maya was wonderful, nothing like Ems last boyfriend, Bennothing, in fact, like any boy shed ever gone out with. There was something so

comforting about being here at the creek side by side. They werent just togetherthey were also best friends. This was how coupledom should feel.

When they pulled away, Maya slid off a sneaker and dipped her toe into the creek. So we moved back into our house yesterday.

Emily drew in her breath. After the workers had found Alis body in Mayas new backyard, the St. Germains had moved to a hotel to escape the media. Is it...weird?

Its okay. Maya shrugged. Oh, but get this. Theres a stalker on the loose.

What?

Yeah, a neighbor was telling my mom about it this morning. Someones running around through peoples yards, peeping into windows.

Emilys stomach began to hurt. This, too, reminded her of Toby: back when they were in sixth grade, he was the creepy kid who peeked into everyones windows, especially Alis. Guy? Girl?

Maya shook her head. I dont know. She blew her curly bangs up into the air. This town, I swear to God. Weirdest place on earth.

You must miss California, Emily said softly, pausing to watch a bunch of birds lift off from a nearby oak tree.

Not at all, actually. Maya touched Emilys wrist. There are no Emilys in California.

Emily leaned forward and kissed Maya softly on her lips. They held their lips together for five long seconds. She kissed Mayas earlobe. Then Maya kissed her bottom lip. They pulled away and smiled, the afternoon sun making pretty patterns on their cheeks. Maya kissed Emilys nose, then her temples, then her neck. Emily shut her eyes, and Maya kissed her eyelids. She took a deep breath. Maya ran her delicate fingers along the edge of Emilys jaw; it felt like a million butterflies flapping their wings against her skin. As much as shed been trying to convince herself that being with Maya was wrong, it was the only thing that felt right.

Maya pulled away. So, I have a proposal for you. Emily smirked. A proposal. Sounds serious. Maya pulled her hands into her sleeves. How about we make things more open? Open? Emily repeated.

Yeah. Maya ran her finger up and down the length of Emilys arm, giving her goose bumps. Emily could smell Mayas banana gum, a smell she now found intoxicating. Meaning we hang out inside your house. We hang out at school. We...I dont know. I know youre not ready to be, like, out with this, Em, but its hard spending all our time on this rock. Whats going to happen when it gets cold?

Well come out here in snowsuits, Emily quipped.

Im serious.

Emily watched as a stiff wind made the tree branches knock together. The air suddenly smelled like burning leaves. She couldnt invite Maya inside her house because her mother had already made it clear that she didnt want Emily to be friends with Maya...for terrible, almost-definitely racist reasons. But it wasnt like Emily was going to tell Maya that. And as for the other thing, coming outno. She closed her eyes and thought of the picture A had texted her a while agothe one of Emily and Maya kissing in the photo booth at Noel Kahns party. She winced. She wasnt ready for people to know.

Im sorry Im slow, Emily said. But this is what Im comfortable with right now. Maya sighed. Okay, she said in an Eeyore-ish voice. Ill just have to deal.

Emily stared into the water. Two silvery fish swam tightly together. Whenever one turned, the other turned too. They were like those needy couples who made out in the hallway and practically stopped breathing when they were separated. It made her a little sad to realize she and Maya could never be one of those couples.

So, Maya said, nervous about your swim meet tomorrow?

Nervous? Emily frowned.

Everyones going to be there.

Emily shrugged. Shed competed in much bigger swimming events than thisthere had been camera crews at nationals last year. Im not worried.

Youre braver than I am. Maya shoved her sneaker back onto her foot.

But Emily wasnt so sure about that. Maya seemed brave about everythingshe ignored the rules that said you had to wear the Rosewood Day uniform and showed up in her white denim jacket every day. She smoked pot out her bedroom window while her parents were at the store. She said hi to kids she didnt know. In that way, she was just like Alitotally fearless. Which was probably why Emily had fallen for both of them.

And Maya was brave about thiswho she was, what she wanted, and who she wanted to be with. She didnt care if people found out. Maya wanted to be with Emily, and nothing was going to stop her. Maybe someday Emily would be as brave as Maya. But if it was up to her, that would be someday far, far away.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

5

ARIAS ALL FOR LITERARY REENACTMENTS

Aria perched on the back bumper of Seans Audi, skimming through her favorite Jean-Paul Sartre play, No Exit. It was Monday after school, and Sean said he would give her a ride home after he grabbed

something from the soccer coachs office...only he was taking an awfully long-ass time. As she flipped to Act II, a group of nearly identical blond, long-legged, Coach-bag-toting Typical Rosewood Girls strode into the student parking lot and gave Aria a suspicious once-over. Apparently Arias platform boots and gray knitted earflap hat indicated she was surely up to something nefarious.

Aria sighed. She was trying her hardest to adjust to Rosewood again, but it wasnt easy. She still felt like a punked-out, faux-leather-wearing, free-thinking Bratz doll in a sea of Pretty Princess of Preppyland Barbies.

You shouldnt sit on the bumper like that, said a voice behind her, making Aria jump. Bad for the suspension.

Aria swiveled around. Ezra stood a few feet away. His brown hair was standing up in messy peaks and his blazer was even more rumpled than it had been this morning. I thought you literary types were hopeless when it came to cars, she joked.

Im full of surprises. Ezra shot her a seductive smile. He reached into his worn leather briefcase. Actually, I have something for you. Its an essay about The Scarlet Letter, questioning whether adultery is sometimes permissible.

Aria took the photocopied pages from him. I dont think adultery is permissible or forgivable, she said softly. Ever.

Ever is a long time, Ezra murmured. He was standing so close, Aria could see the dark-blue flecks in his light-blue eyes.

Aria? Sean was right next to her.

Hey! Aria cried, startled. She jumped away from Ezra as if he were loaded with electricity. You...you all done?

Yep, Sean said.

Ezra stepped forward. Hey, Sean is it? Im EzI mean, Mr. Fitz, the new AP English teacher.

Sean shook his hand. I just take regular English. Im Arias boyfriend.

A flicker of somethingdisappointment, maybepassed over Ezras face. Cool, he stumbled. You play soccer, right? Congrats on your win last week.

Thats right, Sean said modestly. We have a good team this year. Cool, Ezra said again. Very cool.

Aria felt like she should explain to Ezra why she and Sean were together. Sure, he was a Typical Rosewood Boy, but he was really much deeper. Aria stopped herself. She didnt owe Ezra any explanations. He was her teacher.

We should go, she said abruptly, taking Seans arm. She wanted to get out of here before either of them embarrassed her. What if Sean made a grammatical error? What if Ezra blurted that theyd hooked up? No one at Rosewood knew about that. No one, that was, except for A.

Aria slid into the passenger seat of Seans tidy, pine-smelling Audi, feeling itchy. She longed for a few private minutes to collect herself, but Sean slumped into the drivers seat right next to her and pecked her on the cheek. I missed you today, he said.

Me too, Aria answered automatically, her voice tight in her throat. As she peeked through her side window, she saw Ezra in the teachers lot, climbing into his beat-up, old-school VW Bug. He had added a new sticker to the bumper ECOLOGY HAPPENS and it looked like hed washed the car over the weekend. Not that she was obsessively checking or anything.

As Sean waited for other students to back out in front of him, he rubbed his cleanly shaven jaw and fiddled with the collar of his fitted Penguin polo. If Sean and Ezra had been types of poetry, Sean would have been a haikuneat, simple, beautiful. Ezra would have been one of William Burroughss messy fever dreams. Want to hang out later? Sean asked. Go out to dinner? Hang with Ella?

Lets go out, Aria decided. It was so sweet how Sean liked to spend time with Ella and Aria. The three of them had even watched Ellas Truffaut DVD collection togetherin spite of the fact that Sean said he really didnt understand French films.

One of these days youll have to meet my family. Sean finally pulled out of the Rosewood lot behind an Acura SUV.

I know, I know, Aria said. She felt nervous about meeting Seans familyshed heard they were wildly rich and super-perfect. Soon.

Well, Coach wants the soccer team to go to that big swim meet tomorrow for school support. Youre going to watch Emily, right?

Sure, Aria answered. Well, maybe Wednesday, then? Dinner? Maybe.

As they pulled onto the wooded road that paralleled Rosewood Day, Arias Treo chimed. She pulled it out nervouslyher knee-jerk response whenever she got a text was that it would be A, even though A seemed to be gone. The new text, however, was from an unfamiliar 484 number. As notes always came up unavailable. She clicked READ .

Aria: We need to talk. Can we meet outside the Hollis art building today at 4:30? Ill be on campus waiting for Meredith to finish teaching. Id love for us to chat.

Your dad, Byron

Aria stared at the screen in disgust. It was disturbing on so many levels. One, her dad had a cell phone now? For years, hed shunned them, saying they gave you brain cancer. Two, hed texted herwhat was next, a MySpace page?

And three...the letter itself. Especially the qualifying Your dad at the end. Did he think shed forgotten who he was?

You all right? Sean took his eyes off the winding, narrow road for a moment.

Aria read Sean Byrons text. Can you believe it? she asked when she finished. It sounds like he just needs someone to occupy him while he waits for that skank to finish teaching her class.

What are you going to do?

Not go. Aria shuddered, thinking of the times shed seen Meredith and her father together. In seventh grade, she and Ali had caught them kissing in her dads car, and then a few weeks ago, she and her younger brother, Mike, had happened upon them at the Victory Brewery. Meredith had told Aria that she and Byron were in love, but how was that possible? Meredith is a homewrecker. Shes worse than Hester Prynne!

Who?

Hester Prynne. Shes the main character in The Scarlet Letterwere reading it for English. Its about this woman who commits adultery and the town shuns her. I think Rosewood should shun Meredith. Rosewood needs a town scaffoldto humiliate her.

How about that pillory thing at the fairgrounds? Sean suggested, slowing down as they passed a cyclist.

You know that wooden contraption with the holes you can stick your head and arms through? They lock you up in it and you just hang there. We always used to get our pictures taken in that thing.

Perfect, Aria practically shouted. And Meredith deserves to have husband-stealer branded on her forehead. Just stitching a red letter A to her dress would be too subtle.

Sean laughed. It sounds like youre really into The Scarlet Letter. I dont know. Ive only read eight pages. Aria grew silent, getting an idea. Actually, wait. Drop me off

at Hollis. Sean gave her a sidelong glance. Youre going to meet him? Not exactly. She smiled devilishly.

Ohhhhkay... Sean drove a few blocks through the Hollis section of town, which was filled with brick and stone buildings, old bronze statues of the college founders, and tons of shabby-chic students on bicycles. It seemed like it was permanently fall at Hollisthe colorful cascading leaves looked perfect

here. As Sean pulled into a two-hour parking spot on campus, he looked worried. Youre not going to do anything illegal, are you?

Nah. Aria gave him a quick kiss. Dont wait. I can walk home from here.

Squaring her shoulders, she marched into the Arts Buildings main entrance. Her fathers text flashed before her eyes. Im on campus waiting for Meredith to finish teaching. Meredith had told Aria herself that she taught studio art at Hollis. She slid by a security guard, who was supposed to be checking IDs but was instead watching a Yankees game on his portable TV. Her nerves felt jangled and snappy, as if they were ungrounded wires.

There were only three studio classrooms in the building that were big enough for a painting class, which Aria knew, because shed attended Saturday art school at Hollis for years. Today, only one room was in use, so it had to be the one. Aria burst noisily through the doors of the classroom and was immediately assaulted by the smell of turpentine and unwashed clothes. Twelve art students with easels set up in a circle swiveled around to stare at her. The only person who didnt move was the wrinkly, hairless, completely naked old drawing model in the center of the room. He stuck his bandy little chest out, kept his hands on his hips, and didnt even blink. Aria had to give him an A for effort.

She spied Meredith perched on a table by the far window. There was her long, luscious brown hair. There was the pink spiderweb tattoo on her wrist. Meredith looked strong and confident, and there was an irritating, healthy pink flush to her cheeks.

Aria? Meredith called across the drafty, cavernous room. This is a surprise.

Aria looked around. All of the students had their brushes and paints within easy reach of their canvases. She marched over to the student closest to her, snatched a large, fan-shaped brush, swiped it in a puddle of red paint, and strode over to Meredith, dribbling paint as she went. Before anyone could do anything, Aria painted a large, messy A on the left breast of Merediths delicate, cotton eyelet sundress.

Now everyone will know what youve done, Aria snarled.

Giving Meredith no time to react, she whirled around and strode out of the room. When she got out onto Holliss green lawn again, she started gleefully, crazily laughing. It wasnt a husband-stealer brand across her forehead, but it might as well have been. There, Meredith. Take that.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

6

SIBLING RIVALRYS A HARD HABIT TO BREAK

Monday afternoon at field hockey practice, Spencer pulled ahead of her teammates on their warm-up lap around the field. It had been an unseasonably warm day and the girls were all a little slower than usual. Kirsten Cullen pumped her arms to catch up. I heard about the Golden Orchid, Kirsten said breathlessly, readjusting her blond ponytail. Thats awesome.

Thanks. Spencer ducked her head. It was amazing how fast the news had spread at Rosewood Dayher mother had only told her six hours ago. At least ten people had come up to talk to her about it

since then.

I heard John Mayer won a Golden Orchid when he was in high school, Kirsten continued. It was, like, an essay for AP music theory.

Huh. Spencer was pretty sure John Mayer hadnt won itshe knew every winner from the past fifteen years.

I bet youll win, Kirsten said. And then youll be on TV! Can I come with you for your debut on the Today show?

Spencer shrugged. Its a really cutthroat competition.

Shut up. Kirsten slapped her on the shoulder. Youre always so modest.

Spencer clenched her teeth. As much as shed been trying to downplay this Golden Orchid thing, everyones reaction had been the sameYoull definitely win it. Get ready for your close-up!and it was making her crazy. She had nervously organized and reorganized the money in her wallet so many times today that one of her twenties had split right down the center.

Coach McCready blew the whistle and yelled, Crossovers! The team immediately turned and began running sideways. They looked like dressage competitors at the Devon Horse Show. You hear about the Rosewood Stalker? Kirsten asked, huffing a littlecrossovers were harder than they looked. It was all over the news last night.

Yeah, Spencer mumbled.

Hes in your neighborhood. Hanging out in the woods.

Spencer dodged a divot in the dry grass. Its probably just some loser, she huffed. But Spencer couldnt help but think of A. How many times had A texted her about something that it seemed no one could have seen? Now she looked out into the trees, almost certain shed see a shadowy figure. But there was no one.

They started running normally again, passing the Rosewood Day duck pond, the sculpture garden, and the cornfields. When they looped toward the bleachers, Kirsten squinted and pointed toward the low metal benches that held the girls hockey equipment. Is that your sister?

Spencer flinched. Melissa was standing next to Ian Thomas, their new assistant coach. It was the very same Ian Thomas Melissa had dated when Spencer was in seventh gradeand the same Ian Thomas who had kissed Spencer in her driveway years ago.

They finished their loop and Spencer came to a halt in front of Melissa and Ian. Her sister had changed into an outfit that was nearly identical to what their mother had been wearing earlier: stovepipe jeans, white tee, and an expensive Dior watch. She even wore Chanel No. 5, just like Mom. Such a good little clone, Spencer thought. What are you doing here? she demanded, out of breath.

Melissa leaned her elbow on one of the Gatorade jugs resting on the bench, her antique gold charm bracelet tinkling against her wrist. What, a big sister cant watch her little sister play? But then her saccharine smile faded, and she snaked an arm around Ians waist. It also helps that my boyfriends the coach.

Spencer wrinkled her nose. Shed always suspected Melissa had never gotten over Ian. Theyd broken up shortly after graduation. Ian was still as cute as ever, with his blond, wavy hair, beautifully proportioned body, and lazy, arrogant smile. Well, good for you, Spencer answered, wanting out of this conversation. The less she spoke to Melissa, the betterat least until the Golden Orchid thing was over. If only the judges would hurry the hell up and knock Spencers plagiarized paper out of the running.

She reached for her gear bag, pulled out her shin guards, and fastened one around her left shin. Then she fastened the other around her right. Then she unfastened both, refastening them much tighter. She pulled up her socks and then pulled them down again. Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Someones awfully OCD today, Melissa teased. She turned to Ian. Oh, did you hear the big Spencer news? She won the Golden Orchid. The Philadelphia Sentinel is coming over to interview her this week.

I didnt win, Spencer barked quickly. I was only nominated. Oh, Im sure you will win, Melissa simpered, in a way Spencer couldnt quite read. When her sister

gave Spencer a wink, she felt a pinch of terror. Did she know? Ian let out a whistle. A Golden Orchid? Damn! You Hastings sisterssmart, beautiful, and athletic.

You should see the way Spence tears up the field, Mel. She plays a mean center. Melissa pursed her shiny lips, thinking. Remember when Coach had me play center because Zoe had

mono? she chirped to Ian. I scored two goals. In one quarter.

Spencer gritted her teeth. Shed known Melissa couldnt be charitable for long. Yet again, Melissa had turned something completely innocent into a competition. Spencer scrolled through the long list in her head for an appropriate fake-nice insult but then decided to screw it. This wasnt the time to pick a fight with Melissa. Im sure it rocked, Mel, she conceded. I bet youre a way better center than I am.

Her sister froze. The little gremlin that Spencer was certain lived inside Melissas head was confused. Clearly it hadnt expected Spencer to say something nice.

Spencer smiled at her sister and then at Ian. He held her gaze for a moment and then gave her a little conspiratorial wink.

Spencers insides flipped. She still got gooey when Ian looked at her. Even three years later, Spencer remembered every single detail about their kiss. Ian had been wearing a soft gray Nike T-shirt, green army shorts, and brown Merrills. He smelled like cut grass and cinnamon gum. One second, Spencer was giving him a good-bye peck on his cheekshed gone out to flirt, nothing more. The next second, he was pressing her up against the side of his car. Spencer had been so surprised, shed kept her eyes open.

Ian blew the whistle, breaking Spencer out of her thoughts. She jogged back to her team, and Ian followed. All right, guys. Ian clapped his hands. The team surrounded him, taking in Ians golden face longingly. Please dont hate me, but were going to do Indian sprints, crouching drills, and hill running today. Coachs orders.

Everyone, including Spencer, groaned. I told you not to hate me! Ian cried.

Cant we do something else? Kirsten whined.

Just think how much butt youre going to kick for our game against Pritchard Prep, Ian said. And how about this? If we get through the entire drill, Ill take you guys to Merlin after practice tomorrow.

The hockey team whooped. Merlin was famous for its low-calorie chocolate ice cream that tasted better than the full-fat stuff.

As Spencer leaned over the bench to fasten her shin guardsagainshe felt Ian standing above her. When she glanced up at him, he was smiling. For the record, Ian said in a low voice, shadowing his face from her teammates, you play center better than your sister does. No question about it.

Thanks. Spencer smiled. Her nose tickled with the smell of cut grass and Ians Neutrogena sunscreen. Her heart pitter-pattered. That means a lot.

And I meant the other stuff, too. The left corner of Ians mouth pulled up into a half-smile.

Spencer felt a faint, trembling thrill. Did he mean the smart and beautiful stuff? She glanced across the field to where Melissa was standing. Her sister leaned over her BlackBerry, not paying a bit of attention.

Good.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

7

NOTHING LIKE AN OLD-FASHIONED INTERROGATION

Monday evening, Hanna parked her Prius in her side driveway and hopped out. All she had to do was change clothes, and then she was off to meet Mona for their dinner. Showing up in her Rosewood Day blazer and pleated skirt would be an insult to the institution of Frenniversaries. She had to get out of these long sleevesshed been sweating all day. Hanna had spritzed herself with her Evian mineral water spray bottle about a hundred times on the drive home, but she still felt overheated.

When she rounded the corner, she noticed her mothers champagne-colored Lexus next to the garage and stopped short. What was her mom doing home? Ms. Marin usually worked Ÿber-long hours at McManus & Tate, her Philadelphia advertising firm. She often didnt get back until after 10 P.M .

Then Hanna noticed the four other cars, stuffed one after the other against the garage: the silver Mercedes coupe was definitely Spencers, the white Volvo Emilys, and the clunky green Subaru Arias. The last car was a white Ford with the words ROSEWOOD POLICE DEPARTMENT emblazoned on the side.

What the hell? Hanna.

Hannas mother stood on the side porch. She still had on her sleek black pantsuit and high snakeskin heels.

Whats going on? Hanna demanded, annoyed. Why are my old friends here?

I tried calling you. You didnt pick up, her mother said. Officer Wilden wanted to ask you girls some questions about Alison. Theyre out back.

Hanna pulled her BlackBerry out of her pocket. Sure enough, she had three missed calls, all from her mom.

Her mother turned. Hanna followed her into the house and through the kitchen. She paused by the granite-topped telephone table. Do I have any messages?

Yes, one. Hannas heart leapt, but then her mother added, Mr. Ackard. Theyre doing some reorganization at the burn clinic, and they wont need your help anymore.

Hanna blinked. That was a nice surprise. Anyone...else?

The corners of Ms. Marins eyes turned down, understanding. No. She gently touched Hannas arm. Im sorry, Han. He hasnt called.

Despite Hannas otherwise back-to-perfect life, the silence from her father made her ache. How could he so easily cut Hanna out of his life? Didnt he realize shed had a very good reason to ditch their dinner and go to Foxy? Didnt he know he shouldnt have invited his fiancŽe, Isabel, and her perfect daughter, Kate, to their special weekend? But then, Hannas father would be marrying plain, squirrelly Isabel soonand Kate would officially be his stepdaughter. Maybe he hadnt called Hanna back because Hanna was one daughter too many.

Whatever, Hanna told herself, taking off her blazer and straightening her sheer pink Rebecca Taylor camisole. Kate was a prissy bitchif her father chose Kate over her, then they deserved each other.

When she looked through the French doors to the back porch, Spencer, Aria, and Emily were indeed sitting around the giant teak patio table, the light from the stained-glass window sparkling against their cheeks. Officer Wilden, the newest member of Rosewoods police force and Ms. Marins newest boyfriend, stood near the Weber grill.

It was surreal to see her three exbest friends here. The last time theyd sat on Hannas back porch had been at the end of seventh gradeand Hanna had been the dorkiest and ugliest of the group. But now, Emilys shoulders had broadened and her hair had a slight greenish tint. Spencer looked stressed and constipated. And Aria was a zombie, with her black hair and pale skin. If Hanna was a couture Proenza Schouler, then Aria was a pilly, ill-fitting sweatshirt dress from the Target line.

Hanna took a deep breath and pushed through the French doors. Wilden turned around. There was a serious look on his face. The tiniest bit of a black tattoo peeked out from under the collar of his cop uniform. It still amazed Hanna that Wilden, a former Rosewood Day badass, had gone into law enforcement. Hanna. Have a seat.

Hanna scraped a chair back from the table and slumped down next to Spencer. Is this going to take long? She examined her pink diamond-encrusted Dior watch. Im late for something.

Not if we get started, Wilden looked around at all of them. Spencer stared at her fingernails, Aria

chomped on her gum with her eyes freakishly closed, and Emily fixated on the citronella candle in the middle of the table, like she was about to cry.

First thing, Wilden said. Someone has leaked a homemade video of you girls to the press. He glanced at Aria. It was one of the videos you gave the Rosewood PD years ago. So you might see it on TVall the news channels got it. Were looking for whoever leaked itand theyll be punished. I wanted to let you girls know first.

Which video is it? Aria asked. Something about text messages? he answered.

Hanna sat back, trying to remember which video it could bethere were so many. Aria used to be obsessive about videotaping them. Hanna had always tried her hardest to duck out of every shot, because for her, the camera added not ten pounds but twenty.

Wilden cracked his knuckles and fiddled with a phallic-looking pepper grinder that sat in the center of the table. Some pepper spilled on the tablecloth, and the air immediately smelled spicy. The other thing I want to talk about is Alison herself. We have reason to believe that Alisons killer might be someone from Rosewood. Someone who possibly still lives here today...and that person may still be dangerous.

Everyone drew in a breath.

Were looking at everything with a fresh eye, Wilden went on, rising from the table and strolling around with his hands clasped behind his back. Hed probably seen someone on CSI do that and thought it was cool. Were trying to reconstruct Alisons life right before she went missing. We want to start with the people who knew her best.

Just then, Hannas BlackBerry buzzed. She pulled it out of her purse. Mona.

Mon, Hanna answered quietly, getting up from her chair and wandering to the far side of the porch by her mothers rosebushes. Im going to be a couple minutes late.

Bitch, Mona teased. That sucks. Im already at our table at Rive Gauche. Hanna, Wilden called gruffly. Can you please call whoever that is back? At the same time, Aria sneezed. Bless you, Emily said. Where are you? Mona sounded suspicious. Are you with someone? Im at home, Hanna answered. And Im with Emily, Aria, Spencer, and Off Youre with your old friends? Mona interrupted.

They were here when I got home, Hanna protested. Let me get this straight. Monas voice rose higher. You invited your old friends to your house. On the night of our Frenniversary.

I didnt invite them. Hanna laughed. It was still hard to believe Mona could feel threatened by her old friends.

I was just

You know what? Mona cut her off. Forget it. The Frenniversary is cancelled.

Mona, dont be Then she stopped. Wilden was next to her.

He plucked the phone from her hand and snapped it shut. Were discussing a murder, he said in a low voice. Your social life can wait.

Hanna glared at him behind his back. How dare Wilden hang up her phone! Just because he was dating her mom didnt mean he could get all dadlike on her. She stormed back to the table, trying to calm down. Mona was the queen of overreacting, but she couldnt ice Hanna out for long. Most of their fights only lasted a few hours, tops.

Okay, Wilden said when Hanna sat back down. I received something interesting a few weeks ago that I think we should talk about. He pulled his notepad out.

Your friend, Toby Cavanaugh? He wrote a suicide note. W-we know, Spencer stuttered. His sister let us read part of it.

So you know it mentioned Alison. Wilden flipped back through his notebook. Toby wrote, I promised Alison DiLaurentis Id keep a secret for her if she kept a secret for me. His olive-colored eyes scanned each of them.

What was Alisons secret?

Hanna slumped down in her seat. We were the ones who blinded Jenna. That was the secret Toby had kept for Ali. Hanna and her friends hadnt realized Toby knew thatuntil Spencer spilled the beans three weeks ago.

Spencer blurted out, We dont know. Ali didnt tell any of us.

Wildens brow crinkled. He leaned over the patio table. Hanna, a while ago you thought Toby killed Alison.

Hanna shrugged impassively. Shed gone to Wilden during the time theyd thought Toby was A and Alis killer. Well...Toby didnt like Ali.

Actually, he did like Ali, but Ali didnt like him back, Spencer clarified. He used to spy on her all the time. But Im not sure if that had anything to do with his secret.

Emily made a small whimper. Hanna eyed her suspiciously. All Emily talked about lately was how guilty she felt about Toby. What if she wanted to tell Wilden that they were responsible for his deathand Jennas accident? Hanna might have taken the rap for The Jenna Thing weeks ago when she had nothing to live for, but there was no way in hell she would confess now. Her life was finally back to normal, and she was in no mood to be known as one of The Psycho Blinders, or whatever theyd inevitably be called on TV.

Wilden flipped a few pages on his pad. Well, everyone think about it. Moving on...lets talk about the night Alison went missing. Spencer, it says here that right before she disappeared, Ali tried to hypnotize you. The two of you fought, she ran out of the barn, you ran after her, but you couldnt find her. Right?

Spencer stiffened. Um. Yeah. Thats right. You have no idea where she went? Spencer shrugged. Sorry.

Hanna tried to remember the night Ali vanished. One minute, Ali was hypnotizing them; the next, she was gone. Hanna really felt like Ali had put her in a trance: as Ali counted down from one hundred, the vanilla candle wafting pungently through the barn, Hanna had felt heavy and sleepy, the popcorn and Doritos shed eaten earlier roiling uncomfortably in her stomach. Spooky images began to flicker in front of her eyes: Ali and the others ran through a dense jungle. Large, man-eating plants surrounded them. One plant snapped its jaws and grabbed Alis leg. When Hanna had snapped out of it, Spencer was standing in the doorway of the barn, looking worried...and Ali was gone.

Wilden continued to stroll around the porch. He picked up a Southwest-style ceramic pot and turned it over, like he was checking for a price tag. Nosy bastard. I need you girls to remember all you can. Think about what was happening around the time Alison disappeared. Did she have a boyfriend? Any new friends?

She had a boyfriend, Aria offered. Matt Doolittle. He moved away. As she sat back, her T-shirt slid off her shoulder, revealing a lacy, fire engine red bra strap. Slut.

She was hanging out with these older field hockey girls, Emily volunteered.

Wilden looked at his notes. Right. Katy Houghton and Violet Keyes. I got them. How about Alisons behavior. Was she acting strangely?

They fell silent. Yes, she was, Hanna thought. She thought of one memory straightaway. On a blustery spring day, a few weeks before Ali disappeared, her dad had taken them both to a Phillies game. Ali was jittery the whole night, as if shed downed packs and packs of Skittles. She kept checking her cell phone for texts and had seemed livid that her inbox was empty. During the seventh inning stretch, when they sneaked to the balcony to ogle a group of cute boys sitting in one of the skyboxes, Hanna noticed Alis hands trembling. Are you okay? Hanna asked. Ali smiled at her. Im just cold, she explained.

But was that suspicious enough to bring up? It seemed like nothing, but it was hard to know what the police were looking for.

She seemed okay, Spencer said slowly.

Wilden looked at Spencer dead-on. You know, my older sister was a lot like Alison. She was the leader of her clique, too. Whatever my sister said, her friends did. Anything. And they kept all kinds of secrets for her. Is that how it worked for you guys?

Hanna curled up her toes, suddenly irritated at where this conversation was going. I dont know, Emily mumbled. Maybe.

Wilden glanced down at the vibrating cell phone clipped to his holster. Excuse me. He ducked toward the garage, pulling his phone from his belt.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Emily let out a pent-up breath. Guys, we have to tell him. Hanna narrowed her eyes. Tell him what? Emily held up her hands. Jenna is blind. We did that.

Hanna shook her head. Count me out. And anyway, Jennas fine. Seriously. Have you noticed those Gucci sunglasses she wears? You have to get on, like, a year-long waiting list for a pair of thosetheyre harder to score than a Birkin bag.

Aria gaped at Hanna. What solar system are you from? Who cares about Gucci sunglasses? Well, obviously not someone like you, Hanna spat. Aria tensed her jaw and leaned back. What is that supposed to mean? I think you know, Hanna snarled.

Guys, Spencer warned.

Aria sighed and turned to face the side yard. Hanna glared at her pointy chin and ski-slope nose. Even Arias profile wasnt as pretty as hers.

We should tell him about Jenna, Emily goaded.

And A. The police should handle this. Were in over our heads.

Were not telling him anything, and thats final, Hanna hissed.

Yeah, I dont know, Emily, Spencer said slowly, poking her car keys through one of the tabletops wide slats.

Thats a big decision. It affects all our lives.

Weve talked about this before, Aria agreed.

Besides, A is gone, right?

Ill leave you all out of it, Emily protested, crossing her arms over her chest. But Im telling him. I think its the right thing to do.

Arias cell phone chirped and everyone jumped. Then Spencers Sidekick vibrated, wriggling toward the edge of the table. Hannas BlackBerry, which shed shoved back into her purse, let out a muffled chime. And Emilys little Nokia made that old-school telephone ring sound.

The last time the girls phones all rang at once had been outside Alis memorial service. Hanna had the same feeling shed had the first time her father had taken her on the Tilt-a-Whirl at the Rosewood County

Fair when she was fivethat of dizzying nausea. Aria opened her phone. Then Emily, then Spencer. Oh God, Emily whispered.

Hanna didnt even bother reaching for her BlackBerry; instead, she leaned over Spencers Sidekick.

You really thought I was gone? Puh-lease. Ive been watching you this whole time. In fact, I might be watching you right now. And girlsif you tell ANYONE about me, youll be sorry.

A

Hannas heart throbbed. She heard footsteps and turned around. Wilden was back.

He shoved his cell phone into his holster. Then he looked at the girls and raised an eyebrow. Did I miss something?

Had. He. Ever.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

8

ITS ALWAYS GOOD TO READ THE BOOK BEFORE STEALING FROM IT

About a half hour later, Aria pulled up to her fifties-modern brown box of a house. She cradled her Treo to her chin, waiting for Emilys voice-mail message to finish. At the beep, she said, Em, its Aria. If youre really considering telling Wilden, please call me. As capable of...of more than you think.

She hit END , feeling anxious. She couldnt imagine what dark secret of Emilys A might out if she talked to the police, but Aria knew from experience that A would do it.

Sighing, she unlocked her front door and clomped up the stairs, passing her parents bedroom. The door was ajar. Inside, her parents bed was neatly madeor was it only Ellas bed now? Ella had draped it with the bright salmon batik-print quilt that she loved and Byron despised. Shed piled all the pillows up on her side. The bed felt like a metaphor for divorce.

Aria dropped her books and aimlessly wandered back downstairs into the den, As threat spinning around in her head like the centrifuge theyd used in todays biology lab. A was still here. And, according to Wilden, so was Alis killer. A could be Alis killer, worming her way into all of their lives. What if Wilden was rightwhat if Alis killer wanted to hurt someone else? What if Alis killer wasnt only Alis enemy, but Arias, Hannas, Emilys, and Spencers, too? Did that mean one of them was...next?

The den was dark except for the flickering TV. When Aria saw a hand curled over the edge of the tweedy love seat, she jumped. Then Mikes familiar face appeared.

Youre just in time. Mike pointed to the TV screen.

Coming up, a never-before-seen home video of Alison DiLaurentis shot the week before she was murdered, he said in his best Moviefone-announcer impersonation.

Arias stomach tightened. This was the leaked video Wilden had been talking about. Years ago, Aria had thrown herself into filmmaking, documenting everything she could, from snails in the backyard to her best friends. The movies were generally short, and Aria often tried to make them arty and poignant, focusing on Hannas nostril, or the zipper on Alis hoodie, or Spencers fidgety fingers. When Ali went missing, Aria turned her video collection over to the police. The cops combed through them but had found no clues about where Ali could have gone. Aria still had the originals on her laptop, although she hadnt looked through them in a long, long time.

Aria flopped down on the love seat. When a Mercedes commercial ended and the news came back on, Aria and Mike sat up straighter. Yesterday, an anonymous source sent us this clip of Alison DiLaurentis, the anchorman announced. It offers a look at how chillingly innocent her life was just days before she was murdered. Lets watch.

The clip opened with a fumbling shot of Spencers leather living room couch. And because she wears a size zero, Hanna said offscreen. The camera panned to a younger-looking Spencer, who had on a pink polo and capri-length pajama pants. Her blond hair cascaded around her shoulders, and she wore a sparkly rhinestone crown on her head.

She looks hot in that crown, Mike said enthusiastically, tearing open a large bag of Doritos. Shhh, Aria hissed. Spencer pointed at Alis LG phone on the couch. Want to read her texts?

I do! Hanna whispered, ducking out of the shot. Then the camera swung to Emily, who looked nearly the same as she did todaysame reddish-blond hair, same oversize swimming T-shirt, same pleasant-but-worried expression. Aria suddenly remembered this nightbefore theyd turned on the camera, Ali had gotten a text message and hadnt told them whom it was from. Everyone had been annoyed.

The camera showed Spencer holding Alis phone. Its locked. There was a blurry shot of the phones screen.

Do you know her password? Aria heard her own voice ask.

Damn! Thats you! Mike whooped.

Try her birthday, Hanna suggested.

The camera showed Hannas chubby hands reaching in and taking the phone from Spencer.

Mike wrinkled his nose and turned to Aria. Is this what girls do when theyre alone? I thought I was going to see pillow fights. Girls in panties. Kissing.

We were in seventh grade, Aria snapped. Thats just gross. Theres nothing wrong with seventh-grade girls in their panties, Mike said in a small voice.

What are you guys doing? Alis voice called. Then her face appeared on-screen, and Arias eyes brimmed with tears. That heart-shaped face, those luminous dark blue eyes, that wide mouthit was haunting.

Were you looking at my phone? Ali demanded, her hands on her hips. Of course not! Hanna cried. Spencer staggered backward, clutching her head to keep her crown on.

Mike shoved a handful of Doritos into his mouth. Can I be your love slave, princess Spencer? he said in falsetto.

I dont think she goes out with prepubescent boys who still sleep with their blankies, Aria snapped.

Hey! Mike squeaked. Its not a blankie! Its my lucky lacrosse jersey!

Thats even worse, Aria said.

Ali floated on-screen again, looking alive and vibrant and carefree. How could Ali be dead? Murdered?

Then Spencers older sister, Melissa, and her boyfriend, Ian, walked past the camera. Hey, girls, Ian said.

Hi, Spencer greeted him loudly.

Aria smirked at the TV. Shed forgotten how they all lusted over Ian. He was one of the people they would prank-call sometimesalong with Jenna Cavanaugh before they hurt her, Noel Kahn because he was cute, and Andrew Campbell because Spencer found him annoying. For Ian, they took turns pretending they were girls from 1-800-Sexy-Coeds.

The camera caught Ali rolling her eyes at Spencer. Then Spencer scowled at Ali behind her back. Typical, Aria thought. The night Ali disappeared, Aria hadnt been hypnotized, and shed listened to Ali and Spencer fight. When they ran out of the barn, Aria waited a minute or two, then followed. Aria called their names. But she couldnt catch up with them. She went back inside, wondering if Ali and Spencer had just ditched the rest of them, staging the whole thing so they could run off to a cooler party. But eventually Spencer burst back inside. She looked so lost, as if she was in a trance.

On-screen, Ian plopped down on the couch next to Ali. So, what are you girls doing? Oh, not much, Aria said from behind the camera.

Making a film. A film? Ian asked. Can I be in it? Of course, Spencer said, taking a seat next to him. Its a talk show. Im the host. You and Ali are my guests. Ill do you first.

The camera panned off the couch and focused on Alis closed phone, which was next to Alis hand on the couch. It got closer and closer until the phones tiny LED screen took up the whole picture. To this day, Aria didnt know who had texted Ali that night.

Ask him who his favorite teacher at Rosewood is, Arias younger, slightly higher voice called out from behind the camera.

Ali chuckled and looked straight into the lens. Thats a good question for you, Aria. You should ask him if he wants to hook up with any of his teachers. In vacant parking lots.

Aria gasped, and heard her younger self gasp on-screen, too. Ali had really said that? In front of all of them?

And then the clip was over.

Mike turned to her. There were neon-orange Dorito crumbs around his mouth. What did she mean about hooking up with teachers? It seemed like she was only talking to you.

A dry rasp escaped Arias mouth. A had told Ella that Aria had known about Byrons affair all these years, but Mike still didnt know. Hed be so disappointed in her.

Mike stood up. Whatever. Aria could tell he was trying to be all unaffected and casual, but he bumbled out of the room, knocking over a framed, signed photo of Lou ReedByrons rock star hero, and one of the few Byron artifacts Ella hadnt removed. She heard him stomp up to his bedroom and slam the door hard.

Aria put her head in her hands. This was the three-thousandth instance she wished she were back in Reykjav’k, hiking to a glacier, riding her Icelandic pony, Gilda, along a dried-up volcano bed, or even eating whale blubber, which everyone in Iceland seemed to adore.

She shut off the TV, and the house became eerily silent. When she heard a rustling at the door, she jumped. In the hall, she saw her mother, lugging in several large canvas shopping bags from Rosewoods organic market.

Ella noticed Aria and smiled wearily. Hey, sweetie. Since shed kicked Byron out, Ella seemed more disheveled than usual. Her black gauzy tunic was baggier than ever, her wide-leg silk pants had a tahini stain on the thigh, and her long, brownish-black hair sat in a rats nest at the crown of her head.

Let me help. Aria took a bunch of bags from Ellas arms. They walked into the kitchen together, hefted the bags onto the island, and started unpacking.

How was your day? Ella murmured.

Then Aria remembered. Oh my God, youll never believe what I did, she exclaimed, feeling a surge of giddiness. Ella glanced at her before putting the organic peanut butter away. I went down to Hollis. Because I was looking for...you know. Her. Aria didnt want to say Merediths name. She was teaching an art class, so I ran inside, grabbed a paintbrush, and painted a scarlet A across her chest. You know, like that woman in The Scarlet Letter? It was awesome.

Ella paused, holding a bag of whole-wheat pasta midair. She looked nauseated. She didnt know what hit her, Aria went on. And then I said, Now everyone will know what youve

done. She grinned and spread her arms out. Taa-daa! Ellas eyes darted back and forth, processing this. Do you realize that Hester Prynne is supposed to be

a sympathetic character? Aria frowned. She was only on page eight. I did it for you, Aria explained quietly. For revenge.

Revenge? Ellas voice shook. Thanks. That makes me look really sane. Like Im really handling this well. This is hard enough for me as it is. Dont you realize youve made her look like...like a martyr?

Aria took a step toward Ella. She hadnt considered that. Im sorry....

Then Ella crumpled against the counter and started to sob. Aria stood motionless. Her limbs felt like Sculpey clay straight out of the oven, all hardened and useless. She couldnt fathom what her mom was going through, and shed gone and made it worse.

Outside their kitchen window, a hummingbird landed on the replica of a whale penis Mike had bought at Reykjav’ks phallological museum. In any other circumstance, Aria wouldve pointed it outhummingbirds were rare here, especially ones that landed on fake whale penisesbut not today.

I cant even look at you right now, Ella finally stammered.

Aria put her hand to her chest, as if her mother had speared her with one of her WŸsthof knives. Im sorry. I wanted Meredith to pay for what shes done. When Ella didnt answer, the searing, acidic feeling in Arias stomach grew stronger. Maybe I should get out of here for a while then, if you cant stand the sight of me.

She paused, waiting for Ella to jump in and say, No, thats not what I want. But Ella stayed quiet. Yes, maybe thats a good idea, she agreed quietly.

Oh. Arias shoulders sank and her chin trembled.

Then I...I wont come home from school tomorrow. She didnt have any idea where shed go, but that didnt matter right now. All that mattered was doing the one thing that would make her mom happy.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

9 EVERYONE, A BIG ROUND OF

APPLAUSE FOR SPENCER HASTINGS!

On Tuesday afternoon, while most of the Rosewood Day junior class ate lunch, Spencer sat on top of the conference table in the yearbook room. Eight blinking Mac G5 computers, a whole bunch of long-lensed Nikon cameras, six eager sophomore and freshman girls, and a nerdy, slightly effeminate freshman boy surrounded her.

She tapped the covers of the past few Rosewood Day yearbooks. Each year, the books were named The Mule due to some apocryphal, inside joke from the 1920s that even the schools oldest teachers had long forgotten. In this years Mule, I think we should try to capture a slice of what Rosewood Day students are like.

Her yearbook staff diligently wrote down slice of life in their spiral-bound notebooks.

Like...maybe we could do some quickie interviews with random students, Spencer went on. Or ask people whats on their favorite iPod playlist, and then publish it in boxes next to their photos. And how are the still lifes going? Last meeting, they had planned to ask a couple kids to empty the contents of their bags to document what Rosewood Day girls and guys were carrying around.

I got great photos of the stuff in Brett Weavers soccer bag and Mona Vanderwaals purse, said Brenna Richardson.

Fantastic, Spencer said. Keep up the good work.

Spencer closed her leaf green leather-bound journal and dismissed her staff. Once they were gone, she grabbed her black fabric Kate Spade bag and pulled out her Sidekick.

There it was. The note from A. She kept hoping it wouldnt be there.

As she slid the phone back into her bag, her fingers grazed against something in the inside pocket: Officer Wildens business card. Wilden wasnt the first cop to ask Spencer about the night Ali went missing, but he was the only one whod ever sounded so...suspicious.

The memory of that night was both crystal clear and incredibly muddled. She remembered a glut of emotions: excitement over getting the barn for their sleepover, annoyance that Melissa was there, giddiness that Ian was. Their kiss had been a couple weeks before that. But then Ali started talking about how Melissa and Ian made the cutest couple and Spencers emotions swung again. Ali had already threatened to tell Melissa about the kiss. Once Ian and Melissa left, Ali tried to hypnotize them, and she and Spencer got in a fight. Ali left, Spencer ran after her, and then...nothing. But what she never told the copsor her family, or her friendswas that sometimes when she thought about that night, it felt like there was a black hole in the middle of it. That something had happened which she couldnt remember.

Suddenly, a vision flashed in front of Spencers eyes. Ali laughing nastily and turning away. Spencer stopped in the middle of the packed hallway and someone ran into her back. Will you move? the girl behind her whined. Some of us have to get to class.

Spencer took a tentative step forward. Whatever she had just remembered had quickly disappeared, but it felt like there had been an earthquake. She looked around for shattered glass and scattering students,

certain the rest of the world had felt it, too, but everything looked completely normal. A few steps away, Naomi Zeigler inspected her reflection in her mini locker mirror. Two freshmen by the Teacher of the Year plaque laughed at the pointy Satan beard and horns drawn over Mr. Crafts smiling photo. The windows that faced the commons werent the tiniest bit cracked, and none of the vases in the Pottery III display case had fallen over. What was the vision Spencer had just seen? Why did she feel so...slithery?

She slipped into her AP econ classroom and slumped down at her desk, which was right next to a very large portrait of a scowling J. P. Morgan. Once the rest of the class filed in and everyone sat down, Squidward strode to the front of the room. Before todays video, I have an announcement. He looked at Spencer. Her stomach swirled. She didnt want everyone looking at her right now.

For her first essay assignment, Spencer Hastings made a very eloquent, convincing argument on the invisible-hand theory, Squidward proclaimed, stroking his tie, which had Benjamin Franklins C-note portrait stamped all over it. And, as you may have heard, I have nominated her for a Golden Orchid award.

Squidward began to applaud, and the rest of the class followed. It lasted an intolerable fifteen seconds.

But I have another surprise, Squidward continued.

I just got off the phone with a member of the judges panel, and Spencer, youve made the finals.

The class burst into applause again. Someone at the back even wolf-whistled. Spencer sat very still. For a moment, she lost all vision completely. She tried to paste a smile on her face.

Andrew Campbell, who sat next to her, tapped her on the shoulder. Nice job.

Spencer looked over. She and Andrew had hardly spoken since shed been the worlds worst Foxy date and ditched him at the dance. Mostly, hed been giving her dirty looks. Thanks, she croaked, once she found her voice.

You must have really worked hard on it, huh? Did you use extra sources?

Uh-huh. Spencer frantically pulled out all the loose handouts from her econ folder and started straightening them. She smoothed out any bent-down corners and folds and tried to organize them by date. Melissas paper was actually the only outside source Spencer had used. When shed tried to do the necessary research for the essay, even Wikipedias simple definition of invisible hand had completely perplexed her. The first few sentences of her sisters essay were clear enoughThe great Scottish economist Adam Smiths invisible-hand concept can be summed up very easily, whether its describing the markets of the nineteenth century or those of the twenty-first: you might think people are doing things to help you, but in reality, everyone is only out for themselves. But when she read the rest of the essay, her brain got as foggy as her familys eucalyptus steam room.

What kind of sources? Andrew continued. Books? Magazine articles? When she looked over again, he seemed to have a smirk on his face, and Spencer felt dizzy. Did he know?

Like the...like the books McAdam suggested on his list, she fumbled. Ah. Well, congratulations. I hope you win. Thanks, she answered, deciding Andrew couldnt know. He was just jealous. Spencer and Andrew

were ranked number one and number two, respectively, in the class and were constantly shifting positions. Andrew probably monitored Spencers every achievement like a stockbroker watches the Dow Jones Industrial Average ticker. Spencer went back to straightening her folder, although it wasnt making her feel any better.

As Squidward dimmed the lights and the videoMicroeconomics and the Consumer, with cheesy, upbeat musiccame on, Spencers Sidekick vibrated in her bag. Slowly, she reached in and pulled it out. Her phone had one new text.

Spence: I know what you did. But I wont tell if you do EXACTLY what I say. Wanna know what happens if you dont? Go to Emilys swim meet...and youll see.

A

Someone next to Spencer cleared his throat. She looked over, and there was Andrew, staring right at her. His eyes glowed against the flickering light of the movie. Spencer turned to face forward, but she could still feel Andrew watching her in the darkness.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

10 SOMEONE DIDNT LISTEN

During the break at the Rosewood DayDrury Academy swim meet, Emily opened her team locker and pulled down the straps of her Speedo Fastskin racing suit. This year, the Rosewood Day swim team had splurged on full-body, drag-free, Olympian-caliber swimsuits. Theyd had to special-order them, and theyd just arrived in time for todays meet. The suits tapered to the ankles, clung to every inch of skin, and showed every bulge, reminding Emily of the photo in her bio textbook of a boa constrictor digesting a mouse. Emily grinned at Lanie Iler, her teammate. Im so happy to be getting out of this thing.

She was also happy shed decided to tell Officer Wilden about A. Last night, after Emily returned home from Hannas house, shed called and arranged to meet Wilden at the Rosewood police station later tonight. Emily didnt care what the others said or thought about As threatwith the police involved, they could put this drama behind them forever.

Youre so lucky youre done, Lanie responded. Emily had already swumand wonall of her events; now the only thing she had left to do was cheer along with the zillions of other Rosewood students who had showed up for the meet. She could hear the cheerleaders screaming from the locker room and hoped they wouldnt slip on the natatoriums wet tiled floorTracey Reid had taken a spill before the first event.

Hey, girls. Coach Lauren strode down their aisle of lockers. Today, as usual, Lauren was wearing one of her inspirational swimming T-shirts: TOP TEN REASONS I SWIM . (Number five: BECAUSE I CAN EAT 5,000 CALORIES AND NOT FEEL GUILTY .) She clapped a hand on Emilys shoulder. Great job, Em. Pulling ahead in the medley relay like that? Fantastic!

Thanks. Emily blushed.

Lauren leaned over the chipped red bench in the middle of the aisle. Theres a local recruiter from the University of Arizona here, she said in a low voice, only to Emily. She asked if she could speak to you

during the second half. That okay?

Emilys eyes widened. Of course! The University of Arizona was one of the best swimming schools in the country.

Great. You guys can talk in my office, if you want. Lauren gave Emily another smile. She disappeared toward the hall that led to the natatorium, and Emily followed. She passed her sister Carolyn, who was coming from the other direction.

Carolyn, guess what! Emily bounced up and down.

A University of Arizona recruiter wants to talk to me! If I went there and you went to Stanford, wed be close! Carolyn was graduating this year and had already been recruited by Stanfords swim team.

Carolyn glanced at Emily and disappeared into a bathroom stall, shutting the door behind her with a slam. Emily backed away, feeling stunned. What just happened? She and her sister werent super-close, but shed expected a little more enthusiasm than that.

As Emily walked toward the hall that led to the pool, Gemma Currans face peeped at her from the showers. When Emily met her eyes, Gemma snapped the curtain closed. And as she walked by the sinks, Amanda Williamson was whispering to Jade Smythe. When Emily met their eyes in the mirror, their mouths made small, startled Os. Emily felt goose bumps rise to the surface of her skin. What was going on?

God, it seems like even more people are here now! Lanie murmured, walking into the natatorium behind Emily. And she was right: the stands seemed more packed than during the first half. The band, set up near the diving well, was playing a fight song, and the foamy gray Hammerhead mascot had joined the cheerleaders in front of the stands. Everyone was in the standsthe popular kids, the soccer boys, the drama club girls, even her teachers. Spencer Hastings sat next to Kirsten Cullen. Maya was up there, typing furiously into her cell phone, and Hanna Marin sat near her, all alone and gazing out into the crowd. And there were Emilys parents, dressed up in their blue-and-white Rosewood Swimming sweatshirts decorated with GO EMILY and GO CAROLYN buttons. Emily tried to wave to them, but they were too busy studying a piece of paper, probably the heat sheet. Actually, a lot of people were looking at the heat sheet. Mr. Shay, the geezerish biology teacher who always watched practice because hed been a swimmer about a thousand years ago, held a copy about three inches from his face. The heat sheet wasnt that interestingit just listed the order of events.

James Freed stepped in Emilys path. His mouth stretched into a broad grin. Hey, Emily, he said leeringly. I had no idea.

Emily frowned. No idea...what?

Arias brother, Mike, sauntered up next to James. Hi, Emily.

Mona Vanderwaal came up behind the two boys. Stop bothering her, you two. She turned to Emily. Ignore them. I want to invite you to something. She dug through her giant butterscotch suede satchel and handed Emily a white envelope. Emily turned it over in her hands. Whatever this was, Mona had scented it with something expensive. Emily glanced up, confused.

Im having a birthday party on Saturday, Mona explained, twisting a long piece of white-blond hair around her fingers. Maybe Ill see you?

You should totally come, Mike agreed, widening his eyes. I... Emily stammered. But before she could say anything more, the band struck up another fight song

and Mona skipped away.

Emily looked at the invite again. What on earth was that all about? She wasnt the type of girl who got hand-delivered invitations from Mona Vanderwaal. And she certainly wasnt the type who got salacious looks from boys.

Suddenly, something across the pool caught her eye. It was a piece of paper taped to the wall. It hadnt been there before halftime. And it looked familiar. Like a photo.

She squinted. Her heart dropped to her knees. It was a photo...of two people kissing in a photo booth. In Noel Kahns photo booth.

Oh my God. Emily ran across the natatorium, sliding twice on the wet pool deck.

Emily! Aria ran toward her from the side entrance, her suede platform boots clomping against the tile and her blue-black hair flapping wildly all over her face. Im sorry Im late, but can we talk?

Emily didnt answer Aria. Someone had placed a Xerox of the kissing photo next to the big marker board that listed who was swimming in what race. Her whole team would see it. But would they know it was her?

She tore the Xerox off the wall. On the bottom, in big black letters, it said, LOOK WHAT EMILY FIELDS HAS BEEN PRACTICING WHEN SHES NOT IN THE POOL !

Well, that cleared that up.

Aria leaned over and examined the photo. Is that...you?

Emilys chin trembled. She crumpled up the paper in her hands, but when she looked around, she saw another copy sitting on top of someones gear bag, a fold already down the center. She grabbed it and crumpled it up, too.

Then she saw another copy lying on the ground near the tub of kickboards. And another one...in Coach Laurens hands. Lauren looked from the picture to Emily, from Emily to the picture. Emily? she said quietly.

This cant be happening, Emily whispered, raking her hand through her wet hair. She glanced over at the wire-mesh wastebasket near Laurens office. There were at least ten discarded pictures of her kissing Maya at the bottom. Someone had thrown a half-drunk can of Sunkist on top. The liquid had oozed out, coloring their faces orange. There were more near the water fountains. And taped up to the racing lane storage wheel. Her teammates, who were all filtering out from the locker rooms, gave her uneasy looks. Her ex-boyfriend, Ben, smirked at her, as if to say, Your little lesbo experiment isnt so fun now, huh?

Aria picked up a copy that had seemingly fluttered down from the ceiling. She squinted and pursed her shiny, strawberry-red lips together. So what? Youre kissing someone. Her eyes widened. Oh.

Emily let out a helpless eep. Did A do this? Aria whispered.

Emily looked around frantically. Did you see who was giving these out? But Aria shook her head. Emily unzipped the pouch to her swim bag and found her cell phone. There was a text. Of course there was a text.

Emily, sweetie, I know youre all about tit for tat, so when you made plans to out me, I decided to out you too. Kisses!

A

Damn, Aria whispered, reading the text over Emilys shoulder.

A sickening thought suddenly hit Emily. Her parents. That paper they were looking atit wasnt the heat sheet. It was the photo. She glanced over at the stands. Sure enough, her parents were staring at her. They looked like they were about to cry, their faces red and nostrils flared.

I have to get out of here. Emily searched for the nearest exit.

No way. Aria grabbed Emilys wrist and spun her around. This is nothing to be ashamed of. If someone says something, screw em.

Emily sniffed. People might call Aria weird, but she was normal. She had a boyfriend. She would never know what this felt like.

Emily, this is our opportunity! Aria protested. A is probably here. She looked menacingly into the bleachers.

Emily peeked over at the stands again. Her parents still wore the same angry and hurt expressions. Mayas spot was now empty. Emily scanned the length of the stands for her, but Maya was gone.

A was probably up there. And Emily wished she was brave enough to climb up into the bleachers and shake everyone until someone confessed. But she couldnt.

I...Im sorry, Emily said abruptly, and ran for the locker room. She passed the hundred or so people who now knew what she was really like, trampling over copies of her and Maya on the way.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

11

EVEN HIGH-TECH SECURITY DOESNT PROTECT YOU FROM EVERYTHING

Moments later, Aria pushed through the fogged-up double doors of Rosewood Days natatorium and joined Spencer and Hanna, who were talking quietly by the vending machines. Poor Emily, Hanna whispered to Spencer. Did you know about...this?

Spencer shook her head. No idea.

Remember when we snuck into the Kahns pool when they were on vacation and went skinny-dipping? Hanna murmured. Remember all the times we changed in dressing rooms together? I never felt weird.

Me neither, Aria piped up, ducking out of the way so a freshman boy could get a soda out of the Coke machine.

Do you think she thought any of us were cute? Hanna widened her eyes. But I was so fat back then, she added, sounding a little disappointed.

A passed around those flyers, Aria said to Hanna and Spencer. She pointed toward the pool. A might be here.

They all peered into the natatorium. Competitors stood on the blocks, waiting. The hammerhead shark mascot paraded up and down the length of the pool. The stands were still packed. What are we supposed to do about it? Hanna asked, narrowing her eyes. Stop the meet?

We shouldnt do anything. Spencer zipped up her khaki Burberry anorak to her chin. If we look for A, A might get mad...and do something worse.

A. Is. Here! Aria repeated. This might be our big chance!

Spencer looked at the crowd of kids in the lobby. I...I have to go. With that, she darted through the revolving doors and sprinted across the parking lot.

Aria turned to Hanna. Spencer ran out of here like she was A, she half-joked.

I heard shes a finalist in some big essay contest. Hanna pulled out her Chanel compact and began dabbing at her chin. You know she gets manic when shes competing. Shes probably going home to study.

True, Aria said quietly. Maybe Spencer was rightmaybe A would do something worse if they searched the stands.

Suddenly, someone whipped her hood off her head from behind. Aria swirled around. Mike, she gasped. God.

Her brother grinned. Did you get a photo of the lesbo action? He pretended to lick the picture of Emily and Maya. Can you get me Emilys digits?

Absolutely not. She surveyed her brother. His STX lacrosse cap smashed down his blue-black hair, and he was wearing his blue-and-white Rosewood Day Varsity lacrosse windbreaker. She hadnt seen him since last night.

So. Mike put his hands on his hips. I hear you got kicked out of the house.

I wasnt kicked out, Aria said defensively. I just thought it would be better if I stayed away for a while.

And youre moving into Seans?

Yeah, Aria answered. After Ella had told Aria to leave, Aria had called Sean in hysterics. She hadnt been fishing for an invitationbut Sean had offered, saying it wouldnt be any trouble at all.

Hannas jaw dropped. Youre moving to Seans? As in, his house? Hanna, not by choice, Aria said quickly. Its an emergency.

Hanna cut her eyes away. Whatever. I dont care. Youre going to hate it. Everybody knows that staying with your boyfriends parents is relationship suicide. She whirled around, pushing through the crowd toward the front door.

Hanna! Aria protested, but Hanna didnt turn around. She glared at Mike. Did you have to mention that when she was standing here? Do you have no tact at all?

Mike shrugged. Sorry, I dont speak PMS. He pulled out a PowerBar from his pocket and started to eat it, not bothering to offer Aria any. You going to Monas party?

Aria stuck out her lip. Not sure. I havent thought about it. Are you depressed or something? Mike asked, his mouth full. Aria didnt have to think about it too hard. Kind of. I mean...Dad left. How do you feel?

Mikes face changed from being open and jokey to hardened and guarded. He let the paper fall to his side. So, last night I asked Mom some questions. She told me Dad was seeing that girl before we went to Iceland. And that you knew.

Aria put the ends of her hair in her mouth and stared at the blue recycling can in the corner. Someone had drawn a cartoonish pair of boobs on the lid. Yeah.

So why didnt you tell me about it?

Aria glanced at him. Byron told me not to.

Mike took a violent bite of PowerBar. It was okay, though, to tell Alison DiLaurentis. And its okay for her to say it in a video thats all over the news.

Mike... Aria started. I didnt tell her. She was with me when it happened.

Whatever, Mike grunted, colliding with the shark mascot as he pushed angrily through the natatoriums double doors. Aria considered going after him but didnt. She was reminded, suddenly, of the time in Reykjav’k when she was supposed to baby-sit Mike but had gone off to the Blue Lagoon geothermal spa with her boyfriend, Hallbjorn, instead. When she returned, smelling like sulfur and covered in curative salt, shed discovered that Mike had set half the backyards wood trellis on fire. Aria had gotten in deep trouble for itand really, it had been her fault. Shed noticed Mike eagerly eyeing the kitchen matches before she left for the lagoon. She could have stopped him. She probably could have stopped Byron, too.

So this ones yours, Sean said, leading Aria down his mahogany-floored, immaculately clean hallway to a large, white bedroom. It had a bay window with a window seat, gauzy white curtains, and a white bouquet of flowers on the end table.

I love it. The room looked like the Parisian boutique hotel room her family stayed in the time her father was interviewed on Parisian television for being an expert on gnomes. You sure its okay for me to stay?

Of course. Sean gave her a demure kiss on the cheek. Ill let you get settled.

Aria looked out the window at the pinkish, late-Tuesday sky and couldnt help comparing this view to hers at home. The Ackards estate was nestled in the deep woods and surrounded by at least ten acres of untouched land. The nearest property, a castlelike monolith with medieval-style turrets, was at least three football fields away. Arias house was in a lovely but rickety neighborhood close to the college. The only thing she could see of her neighbors yard was their unfortunate collection of birdbaths, stone animals, and lawn jockeys.

Everything okay with the room? Mrs. Ackard, Seans stepmother, asked as Aria drifted downstairs into the kitchen.

Its great, Aria said. Thank you so much.

Mrs. Ackard gave her a sweet smile in return. She was blond, a bit pudgy, with inquisitive blue eyes and a mouth that looked like it was smiling even when she wasnt. When Aria closed her eyes and pictured a mom, Mrs. Ackard was pretty much what she imagined. Sean had told her that before she married his dad shed worked as a magazine editor in Philadelphia, but now she was a fulltime housewife, keeping the Ackards monstrous house looking photo-shoot ready at all times. The apples in the wooden bowl on the island were unbruised, the magazines in the living room rack all faced the same direction, and the tassels on the giant Oriental rug were even, as if theyd just been combed.

Im making mushroom ravioli, Mrs. Ackard said, inviting Aria to come over and smell a pot of sauce. Sean said youre a vegetarian. I am, Aria answered softly. But you didnt have to do that for me.

Its no trouble, Mrs. Ackard said warmly. There were also scalloped potatoes, a tomato salad, and a loaf of the hearty, gourmet seven-grain bread from Fresh Fields that Ella always scoffed at, saying anyone who paid $10.99 for some flour and water ought to have his head examined.

Mrs. Ackard pulled the wooden spoon out of the pot and rested it on the counter. You were good friends with Alison DiLaurentis, werent you? I saw that video of you girls on the news.

Aria ducked her head. Thats right. A lump grew in her throat. Seeing Ali so alive in that video had brought Arias grief to the surface all over again.

To Arias surprise, Mrs. Ackard wrapped her arm around her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze. Im so sorry, she murmured. I cant imagine what thats like.

Tears prickled at Arias eyes. It felt good to be nestled in a moms arms, even if she wasnt her mom.

Sean sat next to Aria at dinner, and everything was the antithesis of how it went at Arias house. The Ackards put their napkins on their laps, there was no television news droning in the background, and Mr. Ackard, who was rangy and balding but had a charismatic smile, didnt read the newspaper at the table. The younger Ackard twins, Colin and Aidan, kept their elbows off the table and didnt poke each other with their forksAria could only imagine what atrocities Mike would commit if he had a twin.

Thank you, Aria said as Mrs. Ackard poured more milk in her glass, even though Byron and Ella had always said milk contained synthetic hormones and caused cancer. Aria had told Ezra about her parents ban on milk the evening shed spent at his apartment a few weeks ago. Ezra had laughed, saying his family had their freak-show granola moments, too.

Aria laid down her fork. How had Ezra crept into her peaceful dinnertime thoughts? She quickly eyed Sean, who was chewing a forkful of potatoes. She leaned over and touched his wrist. He smiled.

Sean tells us youre taking AP classes, Aria, Mr. Ackard said, spearing a carrot. Aria shrugged. Just English and AP studio art.

English lit was my major in college, Mrs. Ackard said enthusiastically. What are you reading right now?

The Scarlet Letter.

I love that book! Mrs. Ackard cried, taking a small sip of red wine. It really shows how restrictive the Puritan society used to be. Poor Hester Prynne.

Aria chewed on the inside of her cheek. If only Aria had talked to Mrs. Ackard before she branded Meredith.

The Scarlet Letter. Mr. Ackard put his finger to his lips. They made that into a movie, didnt they? Uh-huh, Sean said. With Demi Moore. The one where the man falls in love with a younger girl, right? Mr. Ackard added. So scandalous.

Aria drew in her breath. She felt like everyone was looking at her, but in reality, only Sean was. His eyes were wide and drawn down, mortified. Im sorry, his expression said. No, David, Mrs. Ackard said quietly, in a voice that indicated she had some idea of Arias situation. Thats Lolita.

Oh. Right. Mr. Ackard shrugged, apparently not realizing his faux pas. I get them all mixed up.

After dinner, Sean and the twins went upstairs to do their homework, and Aria followed. Her guest room was quiet and inviting. Some time between dinner and now, Mrs. Ackard had put a box of Kleenex and a vase of lavender on her nightstand. The flowers grandmotherly smell filled the room. Aria flopped on her bed, switched on the local news for company, and opened Gmail on her laptop. There was one new note. The name of the sender was a series of garbled letters and numbers. Aria felt her heart stop as she double-clicked it open.

Aria: Dont you think Sean should know about that extra-credit work you did with a certain English teacher? Real relationships are built on truth, after all.

Just then, the central heating shut off, making Aria sit up straighter. Outside, a twig snapped. Then another. Someone was watching.

She crept to the window and peered out. The pine trees cast lumpy shadows across the tennis court. A security camera perched on the edge of the house slowly swiveled from right to left. There was a flicker of light, then nothing.

When she looked back into her room, something on the news caught her eye. New stalker sighting, the banner at the bottom of the screen said. Weve received news that a few people have seen the Rosewood Stalker, said a reporter, as Aria turned up the volume. Stand by for details.

There was an image of a police car in front of a behemoth of a house with castlelike turrets. Aria turned to the window againthere they were. And sure enough, a blue police siren was now flashing against the far-off pines.

She stepped into the hall. Seans door was shut; Bloc Party drifted out. Sean? She pushed his bedroom door open. His books were strewn all over his desk, but his desk chair was empty. There was an indentation on his perfectly made bed where his body had been. His window was open, and a chilly breeze blew in, making the curtains dance like ghosts.

Aria didnt know what else to do, so she went back to her computer. Thats when she saw a new e-mail.

P.S. I may be a bitch, but Im not a murderer. Heres a clue for the clueless: someone wanted something of Alis. The killer is closer than you think.

A

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

12 AH, COURT LIFE

Tuesday evening, Hanna strolled down the main concourse at the King James Mall, puzzling over her BlackBerry. Shed sent Mona a text asking R we still meeting 4 my dress fitting? but she hadnt received a response.

A

Mona was probably still annoyed at her because of the Frenniversary thing, but whatever. Hanna had tried to explain why her old friends had been at her house, but Mona had interrupted her before she could even start, declaring in her frostiest voice, I saw you and your besties on the news. Congrats on your big TV debut. Then she hung up. So sure she was pissed, but Hanna knew Mona couldnt stay mad for long. If she did, who would be her BFF?

Hanna passed Rive Gauche, the mall brasserie where they were supposed to have their Frenniversary dinner yesterday. It was a copy of Balthazar in New York, which was a copy of zillions of cafŽs in Paris. She caught sight of a group of girls at Hannas and Monas favorite banquette. One of the girls was Naomi. The next was Riley. And the girl next to her was...Mona.

Hanna did a double take. What was Mona doing with...them?

Even though the lights in Rive Gauche were dim and romantic, Mona was wearing her pink-tinted aviators. Naomi, Riley, Kelly Hamilton, and Nicole HudsonNaomi and Rileys bitchy sophomore toadiessurrounded her, and a big, uneaten plate of fries sat in the middle of the table. Mona appeared to be telling a story, waving her hands around animatedly and widening her big, blue eyes. She came to a punch line, and the others hooted.

Hanna squared her shoulders. She strode through the cafŽs antique brown door. Naomi was the first to notice her. Naomi nudged Kelly, and they whispered together.

What are you girls doing here? she demanded, standing over Riley and Naomi.

Mona leaned forward on her elbows. Well, isnt this a surprise? I didnt know if you still wanted to be on the court, since youre so busy with your old friends. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and took a sip of Diet Coke.

Hanna rolled her eyes and settled on the end of the dark red banquette bench. Of course I still want to be on your court, drama whore.

Mona gave her a bland smile. Kay, tubbykins. Bitch, Hanna shot back.

Slut, Mona said. Hanna giggled...and so did Naomi, Riley, and the others. Sometimes she and Mona got in mock-fights like this, although normally they didnt have an audience.

Mona twirled a piece of pale blond hair around her finger. Anyway, I decided the more, the merrier. Small courts are boring. I want this party to be over-the-top.

Were so excited, Naomi gushed. I cant wait to try on the Zac Posen dress Mona picked out for us.

Hanna shot them a taut smile. This really didnt make any sense. Everyone at Rosewood knew Riley and Naomi had been talking about Hanna behind her back. And wasnt it just last year that Mona had vowed shed despise Naomi forever after Naomi gossiped that Mona had gotten skin grafts? Hanna had fake-friended Naomi for thatshed pretended she and Mona were in a fight, won Naomis confidence, then pilfered a cheesy love letter Naomi had written to Mason Byers from Naomis notebook. Hanna posted the letter anonymously on Rosewood Days intranet the very next day, everyone laughed, and all was right again.

All at once, Hanna had an epiphany. Of course! Mona was fake-friending! It completely made sense. She felt a little better, realizing what was going on, but she still wanted confirmation. She eyed Mona. Hey, Mon, can I talk to you for a sec? Alone?

Cant right now, Han. Mona looked at her Movado watch. Were late for our fitting. Cmon.

With that, Mona strolled out of the restaurant, her three-inch heels clacking against the shiny walnut floor. The others followed. Hanna reached over to grab her enormous Gucci purse, but the zipper had come undone and the entire contents spilled under the table. All her makeup, her wallet, her vitamins, the Hydroxycut shed stolen ages ago from GNC but was a little too scared to take...everything. Hanna scrambled to pick it all up, her eyes on Mona and the others as they snaked away. She knelt down, feverishly trying to stuff everything into her bag as quickly as possible.

Hanna Marin?

Hanna jumped. Above her was a familiar, tall, floppy-haired waiter. Its Lucas, he reminded her, fiddling with the cuff on his white button-down, the Rive Gauche uniform. You probably dont recognize me because I look so French in this outfit.

Oh, Hanna said wearily. Hey. Shed known Lucas Beattie forever. In seventh grade, hed been popularand, bizarrely, for a second, hed liked Hanna. Word had gotten around that Lucas was going to send Hanna a red heart-shaped box of candy on the schoolwide Candy Day. A boy sending you a heart-shaped box of candy meant love, so Hanna got really excited.

But then, a few days before Candy Day, something changed. Lucas was suddenly a dork. His friends started to ignore him, girls began to laugh at him, and a rampant rumor that he was a hermaphrodite swirled. Hanna couldnt believe her luck, but she secretly wondered if hed gone from popular to a loser all because hed decided to like her. Even if she was Ali Ds friend, she was still a fat, dorky, clumsy loser. When he sent her the candy, Hanna hid it in her locker and didnt thank him.

Whats up? Hanna asked blandly. Lucas had pretty much stayed a loser. Not much, Lucas responded eagerly. Whats up with you?

Hanna rolled her eyes. She hadnt meant to start a conversation. I have to go, she said, looking toward the courtyard. My friends are waiting for me.

Actually... Lucas followed her toward the exit, your friends forgot to pay the bill. He whipped out a leather booklet. Unless, um, you were getting it this time.

Oh. Hanna cleared her throat. Nice of Mona to mention it. No problem.

Lucas swiped her AmEx and gave her the bill to sign, and Hanna strode out of Rive Gauche without adding a tipor telling Lucas good-bye. The more she thought about it, she was excited that Naomi and Riley were part of Monas court. Around Rosewood, party court girls competed over who could get the birthday girl the most glamorous gift. A day pass to the Blue Springs Spa or a Prada gift card didnt cut it, eitherthe winning gift had to be totally over the top. Julia Rubensteins best friend had hired male strippers to perform at an after-party for a select fewand theyd been hot strippers, not muscle-heads. And Sarah Davies had convinced her dad to hire BeyoncŽ to sing Happy Birthday to the girl-of-honor. Thankfully, Naomi and Riley were about as creative as the newborn panda at the Philadelphia Zoo. Hanna could out-glam them on her worst day.

She heard her BlackBerry humming in her bag and pulled it out. There were two messages in her mailbox. The first, from Mona, had come in six minutes ago.

Where R U, bee-yotch? If youre any later, the tailors going to get pissed. Mon

But the second text, which had arrived two minutes later, was from a blocked number. That could only be one person.

Dear Hanna, We may not be friends, but we have the same enemies. So here are two tips: One of your old friends is hiding something from you. Something big. And Mona? Shes not your friend, either. So watch your back.

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13

HELLO, MY NAME IS EMILY. AND IM GAY.

That night at 7:17 Emily pulled into her driveway. After shed run out of the natatorium, shed walked around the Rosewood Bird Sanctuary for hours. The busily chirping sparrows, happy little ducks, and tame parakeets soothed her. It was a good place to escape from reality...and a certain incriminating photo.

Every light in the house was on, including the one in the bedroom that Emily and Carolyn shared. How would she explain the photo to her family? She wanted to say that kissing Maya in that picture had been a joke, that someone was playing a prank on her. Ha ha, kissing girls is gross!

But it wasnt true, and it made her heart ache.

The house smelled warm and inviting, like a mixture of coffee and potpourri. Her mother had turned on the hallway Hummel figurines cabinet. Little figurines of a boy milking a cow and a lederhosen-clad girl pushing a wheelbarrow slowly rotated. Emily made her way down the floral wallpapered hallway toward the living room. Both her parents were sitting on the flowered couch. An older woman sat on the love seat.

Her mother gave her a watery smile. Well, hello, Emily.

Emily blinked a few times. Um, hi... She looked from her parents to the stranger on the love seat.

You want to come in? her mother asked. We have someone here to see you.

The older woman, who was wearing high-waisted black slacks and a mint-green blazer, stood and offered her hand. Im Edith. She grinned. Its so nice to meet you, Emily. Why dont you sit down?

Emilys father bustled into the dining room and dragged another chair over for her. She sat down tentatively, feeling jumpy. It was the same feeling she used to get when her old friends played the Pillow

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Gameone person walked around the living room blindfolded, and, at a random moment, the others bombarded her with pillows. Emily didnt like playingshe hated those tense moments right before they started smacking herbut she always played anyway, because Ali loved it.

Im from a program called Tree Tops, Edith said.

Your parents told me about your problem.

The bones in Emilys butt pressed into the bare wood of the dining room chair. Problem? Her stomach sank. She had a feeling she knew what problem meant.

Of course its a problem. Her mothers voice was choked. That picturewith that girl we forbade you to seehas it happened more than once?

Emily nervously touched the scar on her left palm that shed gotten when Carolyn accidentally speared her with the gardening shears. Shed grown up striving to be as obedient and well behaved as possible, and she couldnt lie to her parentsat least not well. Its happened more than once, I guess, she mumbled.

Her mother let out a small, pained whimper.

Edith pursed her wrinkly, fuchsia-lined lips. She had an old-lady mothball smell. What youre feeling, its not permanent. Its a sickness, Emily. But we at Tree Tops can cure you. Weve rehabilitated many ex-gays since the program began.

Emily barked out a laugh. Ex...gays? The world started to spin, then recede. Emilys parents looked at her self-righteously, their hands wrapped around their coffee cups.

Your interest in young women isnt genetic or scientific, but environmental, Edith explained. With counseling, well help you dismiss your...urges, shall we say.

Emily gripped the arms of her chair. That sounds...weird. Emily! scolded her mothershed taught her children never to disrespect adults. But Emily was too

bewildered to be embarrassed.

Its not weird, Edith chirped. Dont worry if you dont understand it all now. Many of our new recruits dont. She looked at Emilys parents. We have a superb track record of rehabilitation in the greater Philadelphia area.

Emily wanted to throw up. Rehabilitation? She searched her parents faces, but they gave her nothing. She glanced out to the street. If the next car that passes is white, this isnt happening, she thought. If its red, it is. A car swept past. Sure enough, it was red.

Edith placed her coffee cup on its saucer. Were going to have a peer mentor come talk to you. Someone who experienced the program firsthand. Shes a senior at Rosewood Senior High, and her names Becka. Shes very nice. Youll just talk. And after that, well discuss you joining the program properly. Okay?

Emily looked at her parents. I dont have time to talk to anybody, she insisted. I have swimming in the mornings and after school, and then I have homework.

Her mother smiled tensely. Youll make time. What about lunch tomorrow?

Edith nodded. Im sure that would be fine.

Emily rubbed her throbbing head. She already hated Becka, and she hadnt even met her. Fine, she agreed. Tell her to meet me at Lorence chapel. There was no way Emily was talking with Little Miss Tree Tops in the cafeteria. School was going to be brutal enough tomorrow as it was.

Edith brushed her hands together and stood up. Ill make all the arrangements.

Emily stood against the foyer wall as her parents handed Edith her coat and thanked her for coming. Edith navigated down the Fieldses stone path to her car. When Emilys parents turned back to her, they had weary, sober looks on their faces.

Mom, Dad... Emily started.

Her mother whirled around. That Maya girl has a few tricks up her sleeve, huh?

Emily backed up. Maya didnt pass that picture around.

Mrs. Fields eyed Emily carefully, then sat down on the couch and put her head in her hands. Emily, what are we going to do now?

What do you mean, we? Her mother looked up. Dont you see that this is a reflection on all of us? I didnt make the announcement, Emily protested.

It doesnt matter how it happened, her mother interrupted. What matters is that its out there. She stood up and regarded the couch, then picked up a decorative pillow and smacked it with her fist to fluff it up. She set it back down, picked up another, and started all over again. Thwack. She was punching them harder than she needed to.

It was so shocking to see that picture of you, Emily, Mrs. Fields said. Horribly shocking. And to hear that its something youve done more than once, well...

Im sorry, Emily whimpered. But maybe its not

Have you even thought about how hard this is for the rest of us? Mrs. Fields interrupted. Were all...well, Carolyn came home crying. And your brother and sister both called me, offering to fly home.

She picked up another pillow. Thwack, thwack. A few feathers spewed out and floated through the air before settling on the carpet. Emily wondered what this would look like to someone passing by the window. Perhaps theyd see the feathers flying and think that something silly and happy was happening, instead of what actually was.

Emilys tongue felt leaden in her mouth. A gnawing hole at the pit of her stomach remained. Im sorry, she whispered.

Her mothers eyes flashed. She nodded to Emilys father. Go get it. Her father disappeared into the living room, and Emily listened to him rooting through the drawers of their old antique bureau. Seconds later, he returned with a printout from Expedia. This is for you, Mr. Fields said.

It was an itinerary, flying from Philadelphia to Des Moines, Iowa. With her name on it. I dont understand.

Mr. Fields cleared his throat. Just to make things perfectly clear, either you do Tree Tops successfullyor you will go live with your aunt Helene.

Emily blinked. Aunt Helene...who lives on a farm?

Can you think of another Aunt Helene? he asked.

Emily felt dizzy. She looked to her mom. Youre going to send me away?

Lets hope it doesnt come to that, Mrs. Fields answered.

Tears dotted Emilys eyes. For a while, she couldnt speak. It felt as if a block of cement were sitting on her chest. Please dont send me away, she whispered. Ill...Ill do Tree Tops. Okay?

She lowered her gaze. This felt like when she and Ali used to arm wrestlethey were matched for strength and could do it for hours, but eventually, Emily would surrender, letting her arm go limp. Maybe she was giving up too easily, but she couldnt fight this.

A small, relieved smile crept over her mothers face. She put the itinerary in her cardigan pocket. Now, that wasnt so hard, was it?

Before she could respond, Emilys parents left the room.

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14 SPENCERS BIG CLOSE-UP

Wednesday morning, Spencer stared at herself in her mahogany Chippendale vanity mirror. The vanity and dressing table had been in the Hastings family for two hundred years, and the watermark stain on the top had allegedly been made by Ernest Hemingwayhed set his sweaty glass of whisky on it during one of Spencers great-great-grandmothers cotillions.

Spencer picked up her round boar-bristle brush and began raking it through her hair until her scalp hurt. Jordana, the reporter from the Philadelphia Sentinel, would be showing up soon for her big interview and photo shoot. A stylist was bringing wardrobe options, and Spencers hairdresser, Uri, was due any minute to give her a blowout. She just finished her own makeup, going for a subtle, refined, fresh-faced look, which hopefully made her look smart, put-togetherand absolutely not a plagiarist.

Spencer gulped and glanced at a photo she kept wedged in the corner of the mirror. It was of her old friends on Alis uncles yacht in Newport, Rhode Island. They were all smashed together, wearing matching J. Crew bikinis and wide-brimmed straw hats, grinning like they were goddesses of the sea.

This will go fine, Spencer told the mirror, taking a deep breath. The article would probably end up being a tiny item in the Style section, something no one would even see. Jordana might ask her two or three questions, tops. As note from yesterdayI know what you didhad only been meant to scare her. She tried to sweep it to the back of her mind.

Suddenly, her Sidekick bleeped. Spencer picked it up, pushed a few buttons to get into her texts inbox, and squinted at the screen.

Need another warning, Spence? Alis murderer is right in front of you.

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Spencers phone clattered to the floor. Alis murderer? She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Then at the picture of her friends in the corner. Ali was holding the yachts wheel, and the others were grinning behind her.

And then, something in the window caught her eye. Spencer wheeled around, but there was nothing. No one in her yard except for a lost-looking mallard duck. Nobody in the DiLareuntises or the Cavanaughs yards, either. Spencer turned back to the mirror and ran her cool hands down the length of her face.

Hey.

Spencer jumped. Melissa stood behind her, leaning against Spencers four-poster bed. Spencer whirled around, not sure if Melissas reflection was real. Shed sneaked up on Spencer so...stealthily.

Are you all right? Melissa asked, fiddling with the ruffled collar of her green silk blouse. You look like youve seen a ghost.

I just got the weirdest text, Spencer blurted out. Really? What did it say?

Spencer glanced at her Sidekick on the cream-colored rug, then kicked it farther under the dressing table.

Never mind.

Well, anyway, your reporter is here. Melissa wandered out of Spencers room. Mom wanted me to tell you.

Spencer stood up and walked to her door. She couldnt believe shed almost told Melissa about As note. But what had A meant? How could Alis killer be right in front of her, when she was staring in the mirror?

A vision flashed in front of her eyes. Come on, Ali cackled nastily. You read it in my diary, didnt you? I wouldnt read your diary, Spencer replied. I dont care.

There were a few spots and flashes, and a white rush of movement. And then, poof, gone. Spencer blinked furiously for a few seconds, standing dazed and alone in the middle of the upstairs hallway. It felt like a continuation of the strange, fuzzy memory from the other day. But what was it?

She strode slowly down the stairs, gripping the railing for support. Her parents and Melissa were gathered around the couch in the living room. A plump woman with frizzy black hair and black plastic cats-eye glasses, a skinny guy with a patchy goatee and a ginormous camera around his neck, and a petite Asian girl who had a pink streak in her hair stood near the front door.

Spencer Hastings! the frizzy-haired woman cried when she spied Spencer. Our finalist!

She threw her arms around Spencer, and Spencers nose smushed into the womans blazer, which smelled like the maraschino cherries Spencer used to get in her Shirley Temples at the country club. Then, she stepped back and held Spencer at arms length. Im Jordana Pratt, style editor of the Philadelphia Sentinel, she cried. Jordana gestured to the other two strangers. And this is Bridget, our stylist, and Matthew, our photographer. Its so nice to meet you!

Likewise, Spencer sputtered.

Jordana greeted Spencers mother and father. She passed over Melissa, not even looking at her, and Melissa cleared her throat. Um, Jordana, I believe weve met too.

Jordana narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose, as if a bad smell had just permeated the air. She stared at Melissa for a few seconds. We have?

You interviewed me when I ran the Philadelphia Marathon a couple years ago, Melissa reminded her, standing up straighter and pushing her hair behind her ears. At the Eames Oval, in front of the art museum?

Jordana still looked lost. Great, great! she cried distractedly. Love the marathon! She gazed at Spencer again. Spencer noticed she was wearing a Cartier Tank Americaine watchand not one of the cheap stainless ones, either. So. I want to know everything about you. What you like to do for fun, your favorite foods, who you think is going to win on American Idol, everything. Youre probably going to be famous someday, you know! All Golden Orchid winners end up stars.

Spencer doesnt watch American Idol, Mrs. Hastings volunteered. Shes too busy with all her activities and studies.

She got a 2350 on her PSATs this year, Mr. Hastings added proudly. I think that Fantasia girl is going to win, Melissa said. Everyone stopped and looked at her. On

American Idol, Melissa qualified.

Jordana frowned. That was practically the first season. She turned back to Spencer and pursed her glossy red lips. So. Miss Finalist. We want to emphasize how fantastic and smart and wonderful you are, but we want to keep it fun, too. You were nominated for an economics essaywhich is business stuff, right? I was thinking the shoot could be a spoof on The Apprentice. The photo could scream, Spencer Hastings, Youre Hired! Youll be in a sleek black suit, sitting behind a big desk, telling a man hes fired. Or hired. Or that you want him to make you a martini. I dont care.

Spencer blinked. Jordana spoke very fast and gesticulated wildly with her hands. The desk in my study might work, Mr. Hastings offered. Its down the hall.

Jordana looked at Matthew. Wanna go check it out? Matthew nodded. And I have a black suit she could borrow, Melissa piped up.

Jordana pulled her BlackBerry off her hip-holster and started feverishly typing on the keypad. That wont be necessary, she murmured. Weve got it covered.

Spencer took a seat on the striped chaise in the living room. Her mother plopped onto the piano bench. Melissa joined them, perching near the antique harp. This is so exciting, Mrs. Hastings cooed, leaning over to push some hair out of Spencers eyes.

Spencer had to admit, she loved when people fawned over her. It was such a rare occurrence. I wonder what shes going to ask me, she mused.

Oh, probably about your interests, your education, Mrs. Hastings singsonged. Be sure to tell her about those educational camps I sent you to. And remember how I started teaching you French when you were eight? You were able to go straight to French II in sixth grade because of that.

Spencer giggled into her hand. There are going to be other stories in Saturdays edition of the Sentinel, Mom. Not just mine.

Maybe shell ask you about your essay, Melissa said flatly.

Spencer looked up sharply. Melissa was calmly flipping through a Town & Country, her expression giving nothing away. Would Jordana ask about the essay?

Bridget waltzed back in with a rolling rack of garment bags. Start unzipping these and see if theres anything you like, she instructed. I just have to run out to the car and get the bag of shoes and accessories. She wrinkled her nose. An assistant would be great right now.

Spencer ran her hands along the vinyl bags. There had to be at least twenty-five. All these are just for my little photo shoot?

Didnt Jordana tell you? Bridget widened her gray eyes. The managing editor loved this story, especially since youre local. Were putting you on the front page!

Of the Style section? Melissa seemed incredulous.

No, of the whole paper! Bridget cried.

Oh my God, Spencer! Mrs. Hastings took Spencers hand.

Thats right! Bridget beamed. Get used to this. And if you win, youll be on one wild ride. I styled 2001s winner for Newsweek. Her schedule was crazy.

Bridget strode back toward the front door, her jasmine perfume punctuating the air. Spencer tried to breathe yoga fire breaths. She unzipped the first garment bag, running her hands over a dark wool blazer. She checked the tag. Calvin Klein. The next one was Armani.

Her mother and Melissa joined her in unzipping. They were quiet for a few seconds, until Melissa said, Spence, theres something taped on this bag.

Spencer looked over. A folded piece of lined paper was affixed to a navy garment bag with duct tape. On the front of the note was a single, handwritten initial: S.

Spencers legs stiffened. She pulled the note off slowly, angling her body so that Melissa and her mother couldnt see it, and then opened it up.

What is it? Melissa moved away from the rack. J-just directions for the stylist. Her words came out garbled and thick.

Mrs. Hastings continued to calmly unzip the garment bags, but Melissa held Spencers gaze for a beat longer. When Melissa finally looked away, Spencer slowly unfolded the note again.

Dear Ms. Finalist, Howd you like it if I told your secret RIGHT NOW? I can, you know. And if you dont watch it, maybe I will.

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15

NEVER, EVER TRUST SOMETHING AS OBSOLETE AS A FAX MACHINE

Wednesday afternoon at lunch, Hanna sat at a teak farmhouse table that overlooked the Rosewood Day practice fields and the duck pond. Mount Kale rose up in the distance. It was a perfect afternoon. Tiffany-blue sky, no humidity, the smell of leaves and clean air all around them. The ideal setting for Hannas perfect birthday present to Monanow all Mona had to do was show up. Hanna hadnt been able to get a word in while they were fitted for their champagne-colored Zac Posen court dresses at Saks yesterdaynot with Naomi and Riley around. Shed tried to call Mona to talk to her about it last night, too, but Mona had said she was in the middle of studying for a big German test. If she failed, the Sweet Seventeen was off.

But whatever. Mona was due any minute, and theyd make up for all the private Hanna-Mona time theyd missed. And yesterdays note from A about Mona not being trustworthy? Such a bluff. Mona might still be a little pissed about the Frenniversary misunderstanding, but there was no way shed bail on their friendship. Anyway, Hannas birthday surprise would make everything all better. So Mona had better speed it up before she missed the whole thing.

As Hanna waited, she scrolled through her BlackBerry. She had it programmed to keep messages until manually erased, so all her old Alison text conversations were still stored right in her inbox. Most of the time, Hanna didnt like going through themit was too sadbut today, for some reason she wanted to. She found one from the first day of June, a few days before Ali went missing.

Trying to study for the health final, Ali had written. I have all this nervous energy. Y? had been Hannas answer.

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Ali: I dont know. Maybe Im in love. Ha ha. Hanna: Yr in love? w/ who? Ali: Kidding. Oh shit, Spencers at my door. She wants to practice field hockey drills...AGAIN. Tell her no, Hanna had written back. Who do U love? You dont tell Spencer no, Ali argued. Shell, like, hurt you.

Hanna stared at her BlackBerrys bright screen. At the time, shed probably laughed. But now Hanna looked at the old texts with a fresh eye. As notesaying one of Hannas friends was hiding somethingscared her. Could Spencer be hiding something?

All of a sudden, Hanna recalled a memory she hadnt thought of in a long time: A few days before Ali went missing, the five of them had gone on a field trip to the Peoples Light Playhouse to see Romeo and Juliet. There werent many seventh-graders whod opted to gothe rest of the field-trippers had been high-schoolers. Practically all of the Rosewood Day senior class had been thereAlis older brother, Jason, Spencers sister, Melissa, Ian Thomas, Katy Houghton, Alis field hockey friend, and Preston Kahn, one of the Kahn brothers. After the play was over, Aria and Emily disappeared to the bathroom, Hanna and Ali sat on the stone wall and started eating their lunches, and Spencer sprinted over to talk to Mrs. Delancey, the English teacher, who was sitting near her students.

Shes only over there because she wants to be near the older boys, Ali muttered, glaring at Spencer. We could go over too, if you want, Hanna suggested. Ali said no. Im mad at Spencer, she declared. Why? Hanna asked.

Ali sighed. Long, boring story.

Hanna let it dropAli and Spencer often got mad at each other for no reason. She started daydreaming about how the hot actor who played Tybalt had stared right at her all through his death scene. Did Tybalt think Hanna was cute...or fat? Or perhaps he wasnt staring at her at allmaybe he was just acting dead with his eyes open. When she looked up again, Ali was crying.

Ali, Hanna had whispered. Shed never seen Ali cry before. Whats wrong?

Tears ran silently down Alis cheeks. She didnt even bother wiping them away. She stared off in the direction of Spencer and Mrs. Delancey. Forget it.

Shit! Look at that! Mason Byers cried out, breaking Hanna out of her old seventh-grade thoughts. Up in the sky, a biplane cut a line through the clouds. It passed over Rosewood Day, swooped around, and then zoomed by again. Hanna jiggled up and down in her seat and swiveled around. Where the hell was Mona?

Is that an old Curtiss? James Freed asked. I dont think so, Ridley Mayfield answered. I think its a Travel Air D4D.

Oh, right, James said, as if hed known it all along.

Hannas heart fluttered excitedly. The plane made a few long, sweeping strokes through the air, puffing out a trail of clouds that formed a perfect letter G. Its writing something! a girl near the door called out.

The plane moved on to the E, then the T, and then, after a space, the R. Hanna was practically bursting. This was the coolest party court gift ever.

Mason squinted at the plane, which was dipping and weaving in the sky. Get...ready...to... he read.

Just then, Mona slid into the seat next to her, throwing her charcoal gray quilted Louis Vuitton bag over her chair. Hey, Han, she said, opening her Fresh Fields bento box and sliding the paper off her wooden chopsticks. So youll never believe who Naomi and Riley got to play at my birthday party. Its the best gift ever.

Forget that, Hanna squealed. I got you something cooler. Hanna tried to point out the plane in the sky, but Mona was riled up. They got Lexi, she rushed on.

Lexi! For me! At my party! Can you believe it?

Hanna let her spoon drop back in the yogurt container. Lexi was a female hip-hop artist from Philadelphia. A major label had signed her and she was going to be a megastar. How had Naomi and Riley managed that? Whatever, she said quickly, and steered Monas chin toward the clouds. Look what I did for you.

Mona squinted into the sky. The plane had finished writing the message and was now doing loops over the letters. When Hanna took in the whole message, her eyes widened.

Get ready to... Monas mouth fell open. ...fart with Mona? Get ready to fart with Mona! Mason cried. Others who saw it were repeating it, too. A freshman boy

by the abstract wall mural blew into his hands to make a farting sound. Mona stared at Hanna. She looked a little green. What the hell, Hanna?

No, thats wrong! Hanna squeaked. It was supposed to say, Get ready to party with Mona! P-A-R-T-Y! They messed up the letters!

More people made fart noises. Gross! a girl near them screamed. Why would she write that? This is horrible! Mona cried. She pulled her blazer over her head, just like celebrities did when they

were avoiding the paparazzi.

Im calling them right now to complain, Hanna exclaimed, whipping out her BlackBerry and shakily scrolling for the skywriting companys number. This wasnt fair. Shed used the clearest, neatest handwriting possible when she faxed Monas party message to the skywriter. Im so sorry, Mon. I dont know how this happened.

Monas face was shadowed under her blazer. Youre sorry, huh? she said in a low voice. I bet you are. She slid her blazer back around her shoulders, lurched up, and strode away as fast as her raffia Celine wedges would carry her.

Mona! Hanna jumped up after her. She touched Monas arm and Mona spun around. It was a mistake! Id never do that to you!

Mona took a step closer. Hanna could smell her French lavender laundry soap. Ditching the Frenniversary is one thing, but I never thought youd try to ruin my party, she growled, loud enough for everyone to hear. But you want to play that way? Fine. Dont come. Youre officially uninvited.

Mona stomped through the cafeteria doors, practically pushing two nerdy-looking freshmen aside into the large stone planters. Mona, wait! Hanna cried weakly.

Go to hell, Mona yelled over her shoulder.

Hanna took a few steps backwards, her whole body trembling. When she looked around the courtyard, everyone was staring at her. Oh, snap, Hanna heard Desdemona Lee whisper to her softball-playing friends.

Mrow, a group of younger boys hissed from the moss-covered birdbaths. Loser, an anonymous voice muttered.

The wafting smell of the cafeterias overly sauced, mushy-crusted pizza was beginning to give Hanna that old, familiar feeling of being both hideously nauseated and crazily ravenous at the same time. She returned to her purse and rifled absentmindedly through the side pouch to find her emergency package of white cheddar Cheez-Its. She pushed one into her mouth after another, not even tasting them. When she looked up into the sky, the puffy, letter-shaped clouds announcing Monas party had drifted.

The only letter that remained intact was the last one the plane had written: a crisp, angular letter A.

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16

SOMEONES BEEN KISSING IN THE KILN....

That same Wednesday lunch period, Emily strode quickly through the art studio hallway. Heeeyyy,

Emily, crooned Cody Wallis, Rosewood Days star tennis player. Hi? Emily looked over her shoulder. She was the only person aroundcould Cody really be saying hi

to her?

Looking good, Emily Fields, murmured John Dexter, the unbelievably hot captain of Rosewood Days crew team. Emily couldnt even muster a hellothe last time John had spoken to her was in fifth-grade gym class. Theyd been playing dodgeball, and John had beaned Emilys chest to tag her out. Later, hed come up to her and said, snickering, Sorry I hit your boobie.

Shed never had so many peopleespecially guyssmile, wave, and say hi to her. This morning, Jared Coffey, a brooding senior who rode a vintage Indian motorcycle to school and was usually too cool to speak to anyone, had insisted on buying her a blueberry muffin out of the vending machine. And as Emily had walked from second to third period this morning, a small convoy of freshman boys followed. One filmed her on his Nokiait was probably already up on YouTube. She had come to school prepared to be taunted about the photo A had passed around at the meet yesterday, so this was sort of...unexpected.

When a hand shot out of the pottery studio, Emily flinched and let out a small shriek. Mayas face materialized at the door. Psst. Em!

Emily stepped out of the stream of traffic. Maya. Hey. Maya batted her eyelashes. Come with me.

I cant right now. Emily checked her chunky Nike watch. She was late for her lunch with BeckaLittle Miss Tree Tops. How about after school?

Nah, thisll just take a second! Maya darted inside the empty studio and around a maze of desks toward the walk-in kiln. To Emilys surprise, she pushed the kilns heavy door open and slid inside. Maya poked her head back out and grinned. Coming?

Emily shrugged. Inside the kiln, everything was dark, wooden, and warmlike a sauna. Dozens of students pots sat on the shelves. The ceramics teacher hadnt fired them yet, so they were still brick red and gooey.

Its neat in here, Emily mused softly. Shed always liked the earthy, wet smell of raw clay. On one of the shelves was a coil pot shed made two periods ago. Shed thought shed done a good job, but seeing it again, she noticed that one side caved in.

Suddenly, Emily felt Mayas hands sliding up her back to her shoulders. Maya spun Emily around, and their noses touched. Mayas breath, as usual, smelled like banana gum. I think this is the sexiest room in the school, dont you?

Maya, Emily warned. They had to stop...only, Mayas hands felt so good.

No one will see, Maya protested. She raked her hands through Emilys dry, chlorine-damaged hair. And besides, everyone knows about us anyway.

Arent you bothered by what happened yesterday? Emily asked, pulling away. Dont you feel...violated?

Maya thought for a moment. Not particularly. And no one really seems to care.

Thats the weird thing, Emily agreed. I thought everyone was going to be mean todaylike, teasing me or whatever. But instead...Im suddenly crazily popular. People didnt even pay this much attention to me after Ali disappeared.

Maya grinned and touched Emilys chin. See? I told you it wouldnt be so bad. Wasnt it a good idea?

Emily stepped back. In the kilns pale light, Mayas face shone a ghoulish green. Yesterday, shed noticed Maya in the natatorium stands...but when shed looked after discovering the photo, she couldnt find Maya anywhere. Maya had wanted their relationship to be more open. A sick feeling washed over her. What do you mean, good idea?

Maya shrugged. I just mean, whoever did this made things much easier for us.

B-but its not easier, Emily stammered, remembering where she was supposed to be right now. My parents are livid about that photo. I have to go into a counseling program to prove to them Im not gay. And if I dont, theyre going to send me to Iowa to live with my aunt Helene and uncle Allen. For good.

Maya frowned. Why didnt you tell your parents the truth? That this is who you are, and its not something you can, like, change. Even in Iowa. She shrugged. I told my family I was bi last year. They didnt take it that well at first, but they got better.

Emily moved her feet back and forth against the kilns smooth cement floor. Your parents are different.

Maybe. Maya stood back. But listen. Since last year, when I was finally honest with myself and with everybody else? Ever since then, Ive felt so great.

Emilys eyes instinctively fell to the snakelike scar on the inside of Mayas forearm. Maya used to cut herselfshe said it was the only thing that made her feel okay. Had being honest about who she was changed that?

Emily closed her eyes and thought of her mothers angry face. And getting on a plane to live in Iowa. Never sleeping in her own bed again. Her parents hating her forever. A lump formed in her throat.

I have to do what they say. Emily focused on a petrified piece of gum someone had stuck on a kiln shelf. I should go. She opened the kiln door and stepped back into the classroom.

Maya followed her. Wait! She caught Emilys arm, and as Emily spun around, Mayas eyes searched her face. What are you saying? Are you breaking up with me?

Emily stared across the room. There was a sticker above the pottery teachers desk that said, I LOVE POTS !

Only, someone had crossed out the s and drawn a marijuana leaf over the exclamation point. Rosewoods my home, Maya. I want to stay here. Im sorry.

She snaked around the vats of glaze and potters wheels. Em! Maya called behind her. But Emily didnt turn around.

She took the exit door that led straight out of the pottery studio to the quad, feeling like shed just made a huge mistake. The area was emptyeveryone was at lunchbut for a second, Emily could have sworn she saw a figure standing on Rosewood Days bell tower roof. The figure had long blond hair and held binoculars to her face. It almost looked like Ali.

After Emily blinked, all she saw was the towers weathered bronze bell. Her eyes must have been playing tricks on her. Shed probably just seen a gnarled, twisted tree.

Or...had she?

Emily shuffled down the little footpath that led to Lorence chapel, which looked less like a chapel and more like the gingerbread house Emily had made for the King James Mall Christmas competition in fourth grade. The buildings scalloped siding was cinnamon brown, and the elaborate trim, balusters, and gables were a creamy white. Gumdrop-colored flowers lined the window boxes. Inside, a girl was sitting in one of the front pews, facing forward in the otherwise empty chapel.

Sorry Im late, Emily huffed, sliding onto the bench. There was a Nativity scene placed on the altar at the front of the room, waiting to be set up. Emily shook her head. It wasnt even November yet.

Its cool. The girl put out her hand. Rebecca Johnson. I go by Becka. Emily.

Becka wore a long lacy tunic, skinny jeans, and demure pink flats. Delicate, flower-shaped earrings dangled from her ears, and her hair was held back with a lace-trimmed headband. Emily wondered if shed end up looking as girly as Becka if she completed the Tree Tops program.

A few seconds passed. Becka took out a tube of pink lip gloss and applied a fresh coat. So, do you want to know anything about Tree Tops?

Not really, Emily wanted to answer. Maya was probably rightEmily would never be truly happy until she stopped feeling ashamed and denying her feelings. Although...she eyed Becka. She seemed okay.

Emily opened her Coke. So, you liked girls? She didnt entirely believe it. Becka looked surprised. II did...but not anymore.

Well, when you did...how did you know for sure? Emily asked, realizing she was brimming with questions.

Becka took a minuscule bite out of her sandwich. Everything about her was small and doll-like, including her hands. It felt different, I guess. Better.

Same here! Emily practically shouted. I had boyfriends when I was younger...but I always felt differently about girls. I even thought my Barbies were cute.

Becka daintily wiped her mouth with a napkin. Barbie was never my type.

Emily smiled, as another question came to her. Why do you think we like girls? Because I was reading that it was genetic, but does that mean that if I had a daughter, she would think her Barbies were cute,

too? She thought for a moment, before rambling on. No one was around and it felt good to ask some of the things that had been circling around in her brain. Thats what this meeting was supposed to be about, right? Although...my mom seems like the straightest woman on earth, Emily continued, a little manically. Maybe it skips a generation?

Emily stopped, realizing that Becka was staring at her with a weirded-out expression on her face. I dont think so, she said uneasily.

Im sorry, Emily admitted. Im kind of babbling. Im just really...confused. And nervous. And aching, she wanted to add, dwelling for a second on how Mayas face had collapsed when Emily told her it was over.

Its okay, Becka said quietly. Did you have a girlfriend before you went into Tree Tops? Emily asked, more quietly this time.

Becka chewed on her thumbnail. Wendy, she said almost inaudibly. We worked together at the Body Shop at the King James Mall.

Did you and Wendy...fool around? Emily nibbled on a potato chip.

Becka glanced suspiciously at the manger figurines on the altar, like she thought that Joseph and Mary and the three wise men were listening in. Maybe, she whispered.

What did it feel like?

A tiny vein near Beckas temple pulsed. It felt wrong. Being...gay...its not easy to change it, but I think you can. Tree Tops helped me figure out why I was with Wendy. I grew up with three brothers, and my counselor said I was raised in a very boy-centric world.

That was the stupidest thing Emily had ever heard. I have a brother, but I have two sisters too. I wasnt raised in a boy-centric world. So whats wrong with me?

Well, maybe the root of your problem is different. Becka shrugged. The counselors will help you figure that out. They get you to let go of a lot of feelings and memories. The idea is to replace them with new feelings and memories.

Emily frowned. Theyre making you forget stuff? Not exactly. Its more like letting go.

As much as Becka tried to sugarcoat it, Tree Tops sounded horrible. Emily didnt want to let go of Maya. Or Ali, for that matter.

Suddenly, Becka reached out and put her hand over Emilys. It was surprising. I know this doesnt make much sense to you now, but I learned something huge in Tree Tops, Becka said. Life is hard. If we go with these feelings that are...that are wrong, our lives are going to be even more of an uphill battle. Things are hard enough, you know? Why make it worse?

Emily felt her lip quiver. Were all lesbians lives an uphill battle? What about those two gay women who ran the triathlon shop two towns over? Emily had bought her New Balances from them, and they seemed

so happy. And what about Maya? She used to cut herself, but now she was better. So is Wendy okay that youre in Tree Tops now? Emily asked. Becka stared at the stained-glass window behind the altar. I think she gets it. Do you guys still hang out?

Becka shrugged. Not really. But were still friends, I guess. Emily ran her tongue over her teeth. Maybe we could all hang out some time? It might be good to see

two ex-gays who were actually friends. Maybe she and Maya could be friends, too. Becka cocked her head, seeming surprised. Okay. How about Saturday night? Sounds good to me, Emily answered.

They finished their lunch and Becka said good-bye. Emily started down the sloped green, falling in line with the other Rosewood Day kids heading back to class. Her brain was overloaded with information and emotions. The lesbian triathletes might be happy and Maya might be better, but maybe Becka had a point, too. What would it be like at college, then after college, then getting a job? She would have to explain her sexuality to people over and over again. Some people wouldnt accept her.

Before yesterday, the only people who knew how Emily truly felt were Maya, her ex, Ben, and Alison. Two out of the three hadnt taken it very well.

Maybe they were right.

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17

BECAUSE ALL CHEESY RELATIONSHIP MOMENTS HAPPEN IN CEMETERIES

Wednesday after school, Aria watched Sean pedal his Gary Fisher mountain bike farther in front of her, easily climbing West Rosewoods hilly country roads. Keep up! he teased.

Easy for you to say! Aria answered, pedaling furiously on Ellas old beat-up Peugeot ten-speed from collegeshed brought it with her when she moved into Seans. I dont run six miles every morning!

Sean had surprised Aria after school by announcing he was ditching soccer so they could hang out. Which was a huge dealin the 24 hours she had lived with him, Aria had learned that Sean was Ÿbersoccer boy, the same way her brother was manic about lacrosse. Every morning, Sean ran six miles, did drills, and kicked practice goals into a net set up on the Ackards lawn until it was time to leave for school.

Aria struggled up the hill and was happy to see that there was a long descent in front of them. It was a gorgeous day, so theyd decided to take a bike ride around West Rosewood. They rode past rambling farmhouses and miles of untouched woods.

At the bottom of the hill, they passed a wrought-iron fence with an ornate entrance gate. Aria hit her brakes. Hold on. I completely forgot about this place.

She had stopped in front of St. Basils cemetery, Rosewoods oldest and spookiest, where she used to do gravestone rubbings. It was set on acres and acres of rolling hills and beautifully tended lawns, and some of the headstones dated back to the 1700s. Before Aria found her niche with Ali, shed gone through a goth phase, embracing everything having to do with death, Tim Burton, Halloween, and Nine Inch Nails. The cemeterys leafy oaks had provided the perfect shade for lounging and acting morose.

Sean stopped beside her. Aria turned to him. Can we go in for a sec? He looked alarmed. Are you sure? I used to love coming here.

Okay. Sean reluctantly chained his bike to a wrought-iron trash can along with Arias and started behind her past the first line of headstones. Aria read the names and the dates that she had practically memorized a few years back. EDITH JOHNSTON , 18071856. BABY AGNES , 18201821. SARAH WHITTIER , with that Milton quote, DEATH IS THE GOLDEN KEY THAT OPENS THE PALACE OF ETERNITY . Over the hill, Aria knew, were the graves of a dog named Puff, a cat named Rover, and a parakeet named Lily.

I love graves, Aria said as they passed a big one with an angel statue on the top. They remind me of The Tell-Tale Heart.

The what? Aria raised an eyebrow. Oh, come on. Youve read that short story. Edgar Allan Poe? The dead guys

buried in the floor? The narrator can still hear his heart beating? Nope.

Aria put her hands on her hips, dumbstruck. How could Sean not have read that? When we get back, Ill find my Poe book so you can.

Okay, Sean agreed, then changed the subject. You sleep okay last night?

Great. A white lie. Her Paris-hotel-like room was beautiful, but Aria had actually found it difficult to sleep. Seans house was...too perfect. The duvet seemed too fluffy, the mattress too quilted, the room too quiet. It smelled too nice and clean as well.

But more than that, shed been too worried about the movement outside her guest bedroom window, about the possible stalker sighting, and about As notesaying that Alis killer was closer than she thought. Aria had thrashed around for hours, alone, certain shed look over and see the stalkeror Alis killerat the foot of her bed.

Your stepmom got all anal on me this morning, though, Aria said, skirting around a Japanese cherry blossom tree. I forgot to make my bed. She made me go back upstairs and do it. She snorted. My mom hasnt done that in about a billion years.

When she looked over, Sean wasnt laughing along. My stepmom works hard to keep the house clean. Rosewood Historic House tours come through it almost every day.

Aria bristled. She wanted to tell him that the Rosewood Historic Society had considered her house for the tour, toosome Frank Lloyd Wright protŽgŽ had designed it. Instead, she sighed. Im sorry. Its just...my mom hasnt even called me since I left a message telling her I was staying with you. I feel so...abandoned.

Sean stroked her arm. I know, I know.

Aria poked her tongue into the spot at the back of her mouth where her lone wisdom tooth had been. Thats the thing, she said softly. You dont know. Seans family was perfect. Mr. Ackard had made them Belgian waffles this morning, and Mrs. Ackard had packed everyones lunchesincluding Arias. Even their dog, an Airedale, was well mannered.

So explain it to me, Sean said. Aria sighed. Its not as easy as that.

They passed a gnarled, knotty tree. Suddenly, Aria looked down...and stopped short. Right in front of her was a new gravesite. The groundskeeper hadnt dug the hole for the coffin yet, but there was a taped-off, coffin-size space. The marble headstone was up, though. It read, plainly, ALISON LAUREN DILAURENTIS .

A small, gurgling noise escaped from the back of Arias throat. The authorities were still examining Alis remains for signs of poison and trauma, so her parents hadnt buried her yet. Aria hadnt known they were planning to bury her here.

She looked helplessly at Sean. He went pale. I thought you knew.

I had no idea, she whispered back.

The headstone said nothing but Alis name. No devoted daughter, or wonderful field hockey player, or most beautiful girl in Rosewood. There wasnt even the day, month, or year shed died. That was probably because no one knew the exact date.

She shivered. Do you think I should say something?

Sean pursed his pink lips. When I visit my moms grave, sometimes I do.

Like what?

I fill her in on whats going on. He looked at her sideways and blushed. I went after Foxy. I told her about you.

Aria blushed too. She stared at the headstone but felt self-conscious. Talking to dead people wasnt her thing. I cant believe youre dead, Aria thought, not able to say the words out loud. Im standing here, looking at your grave, and it still isnt real. I hate that we dont know what happened. Is the killer still here? Is A telling the truth?

Yesssss, Aria swore she heard a far-off voice call. It sounded like Alis voice.

She thought about As note. Someone had wanted something of Alisand had killed her for it. What? Everyone had wanted something of Aliseven her best friends. Hanna had wanted Alis personality, and seemed to have appropriated it after Ali vanished. Emily had loved Ali more than anyonethey used to call Emily Killer, as in Alis personal pit bull. Aria had wanted Alis ability to flirt, her beauty, her charisma. And Spencer had always been so jealous of her.

Aria stared into the taped-off area that would be Alis grave and asked the question that had been slowly forming in her mind: What were you guys really fighting about?

This isnt working for me, Aria whispered after a moment. Lets go.

She gave Alis future grave a parting glance. As she turned away, Seans fingers entwined with hers. They walked quietly for a while, but halfway to the gate, Sean stopped. Bunny rabbit, he said, pointing at a rabbit across the clearing. He kissed Arias lips.

Arias mouth curled up into a smile. I get a kiss just because you saw a rabbit?

Yep. Sean nudged her playfully. Its like the game where you punch someone when you see a VW Bug. With us, it can be kissesand rabbits. Its our couple game.

Couple game? Aria snickered, thinking he was joking. But Seans face was serious. You know, a game thats only for us. And its a good thing its rabbits,

because there are tons of rabbits in Rosewood.

Aria was afraid to make fun of him, but reallya couple game? It reminded her of something Jennifer Thatcher and Jennings Silver might do. Jennifer and Jennings were a couple in her grade who had been going out since before Aria had left for Iceland at the end of seventh grade. They were known only as Double-J, or Dub-J, and were called that even individually. Aria could not be a Dub-J.

As she watched Sean walk in front of her, heading toward their bikes, the delicate hairs on the back of her neck stood up. It felt like someone was looking at her. But when she turned around, all she saw was a giant black crow standing on top of Alis headstone.

The crow glared at her, unblinking, and then spread its massive wings and took off toward the trees.

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18

A GOOD SMACK UPSIDE THE HEAD NEVER HURT ANYONE

On Thursday morning, Dr. Evans shut her office door, settled into her leather chair, folded her hands placidly, and smiled at Spencer, who was sitting opposite her. So. I hear you had a photo shoot and interview yesterday with the Sentinel.

Thats right, Spencer answered.

And how did that go?

Fine. Spencer took a sip of her extra-large Starbucks vanilla latte. The interview actually had gone fine, even after all of Spencers worryingand As threats. Jordana had barely asked her about the essay, and Matthew had told her the pictures looked exquisite.

And how did your sister deal with you being in the spotlight? Dr. Evans asked. When Spencer raised an eyebrow, Dr. Evans shrugged and leaned forward. Have you ever thought she might be jealous of you?

Spencer glanced anxiously at Dr. Evanss closed door. Melissa was sitting outside on the waiting room couch, reading Travel + Leisure. Yet again, shed scheduled her session for right after Spencers.

Dont worry, she cant hear you, Dr. Evans assured her.

Spencer sighed. She seemed sort of...pissed, she said in a low voice. Usually, its all about Melissa. Even when my parents just ask me a question, Melissa immediately tries to steer the conversation back to her. She stared at the undulating silver Tiffany ring on her pointer finger. I think she hates me.

Dr. Evans tapped her notebook. Youve felt like she hates you for a long time, right? How does that make you feel?

Spencer shrugged, hugging one of Dr. Evanss forest green chenille pillows to her chest. Angry, I guess. Sometimes I get so frustrated about the way things are, I just want to...hit her. I dont, obviously, but

But it would feel good though, wouldnt it?

Spencer nodded, staring at Dr. Evanss chrome gooseneck lamp. Once, after Melissa told Spencer she wasnt a very good actress, Spencer had come really close to punching Melissa in the face. Instead, shed flung one of her mothers Spode Christmas plates across the dining room. It had shattered, leaving a butterfly-shaped crack in the wall.

Dr. Evans flipped a page in her notebook. How do your parents deal with your and your sisters...animosity?

Spencer raised one shoulder. Mostly, they dont. If you asked my mom, shed probably say that we get along perfectly.

Dr. Evans sat back and thought for a long time. She tapped the drinking-bird toy on her desk, and the plastic bird started taking measured sips of water out of an I HEART ROSEWOOD , PA , coffee mug. This is just an early theory, but perhaps Melissa is afraid that if your parents recognize something youve done well, theyll love you instead of her.

Spencer cocked her head. Really?

Maybe. You, on the other hand, think your parents dont love you at all. Its all about Melissa. You dont know how to compete with her, so thats where her boyfriends come in. But maybe its not that you want Melissas boyfriends exactly, but more that you want to hurt Melissa herself. Sound right?

Spencer nodded thoughtfully. Maybe...

You girls are both in a lot of pain, Dr. Evans said quietly, her face softening. I dont know what started this behaviorit could have been something long ago, something you might not even rememberbut youve fallen into a pattern of dealing with each other this way, and youll continue the pattern unless you recognize what its based on and learn how to respect each others feelings and change. The pattern might be repeating in your other relationships, tooyou might choose friends and boyfriends who treat you like Melissa does, because youre comfortable with the dynamic, and you know your role.

What do you mean? Spencer asked, hugging her knees. This sounded awfully psychobabblish to her.

Are your friends sort of...the center of everything? They have everything you want, they push you around, you never feel good enough?

Spencers mouth went dry. She certainly used to have a friend like that: Ali.

She closed her eyes and saw the strange Ali memory that had been plaguing her all week. The memory was of a fight, Spencer was sure of it. Only, Spencer usually remembered all of her fights with Ali, better than she remembered the good moments of their friendship. Was it a dream?

What are you thinking? Dr. Evans asked.

Spencer took a breath. About Alison.

Ah. Dr. Evans nodded. Do you think Alison was like Melissa?

I dont know. Maybe.

Dr. Evans plucked a Kleenex out of the box on her desk and blew her nose. I saw that video of you girls on TV. You and Alison seemed angry at each other. Were you?

Spencer took a deep breath. Sort of.

Can you remember why?

She thought for a moment and gazed around the room. There was a plaque on Dr. Evanss desk that she hadnt noticed the last time shed been here. It said THE ONLY TRUE KNOWLEDGE IN LIFE IS KNOWING YOU KNOW NOTHING . SOCRATES . Those weeks before Alison went missing, she started acting...different. Like she hated us. None of us wanted to admit it, but I think she was planning on dropping us that summer.

How did that make you feel? Angry?

Yeah. Sure. Spencer paused. Being Alis friend was great, but we had to make a lot of sacrifices. We went through a lot together, and some of it wasnt good. It was like, We go through all this for you, and you repay us by ditching us?

So you felt owed something. Maybe, Spencer answered. But you feel guilty too, right? Dr. Evans suggested.

Spencer lowered her shoulders. Guilty? Why?

Because Alisons dead. Because, in some ways, you resented her. Maybe you wanted something bad to happen to her because she was hurting you.

I dont know, Spencer whispered.

And then your wish came true. Now you feel like Alisons disappearance is your faultthat if you hadnt felt this way about her, she wouldnt have been murdered.

Spencers eyes clouded with tears. She couldnt respond.

Its not your fault, Dr. Evans said forcefully, leaning forward in the chair. We dont always love our friends every minute. Alison hurt you. Just because you had a mean thought about her doesnt mean you caused her death.

Spencer sniffed. She stared at the Socrates quote again. The only true knowledge in life is knowing you know nothing. Theres a memory that keeps popping into my head, she blurted out. About Ali. Were fighting. She talks about something I read in her diaryshe always thought I was reading her diary, but I never did. But Im...Im not even sure the memory is real.

Dr. Evans put her pen to her mouth. People cope with things in different ways. For some people, if they witness or do something disturbing, their brain somehow...edits it out. But often the memory starts pushing its way back in.

Spencers mouth felt scratchy, like steel wool. Nothing disturbing happened. I could try to hypnotize you to draw out the memory. Spencers mouth went dry. Hypnotize? Dr. Evans was staring at her. It might help.

Spencer chewed on a piece of hair. She pointed at the Socrates quote. What does that mean?

That? Dr. Evanss shrugged. Think about it yourself. Draw your own conclusion. She smiled. Now, are you ready? Lie down and get comfy.

Spencer slumped on the couch. As Dr. Evans pulled down the bamboo blinds, Spencer cringed. This was just like what Ali did that night in the barn before she died.

Just relax. Dr. Evans turned off her desk lamp. Feel yourself calming down. Try to let go of everything we talked about today. Okay?

Spencer wasnt relaxed at all. Her knees locked and her muscles shook. Even her teeth ground together.

Now shes going to walk around and count down from one hundred. Shell touch my forehead, and Ill be in her power.

When Spencer opened her eyes, she wasnt in Dr. Evanss office anymore. She was outside her barn. It was night. Alison was staring at her, shaking her head just like she had in the other flashes of memory

Spencer had recalled during the week. Spencer suddenly knew it was the night Ali went missing. She tried to claw her way out of the memory, but her limbs felt heavy and useless.

You try to steal everything away from me, Ali was saying with a tone and inflection that were now eerily familiar. But you cant have this.

Cant have what? The wind was cold. Spencer shivered.

Come on, Ali taunted, putting her hands on her hips. You read about it in my diary, didnt you? I wouldnt read your diary, Spencer spat. I dont care. You care way too much, Ali said. She leaned forward. Her breath was minty. Youre delusional, Spencer sputtered.

No, Im not, Ali snarled. You are. Rage suddenly filled Spencer. She leaned forward and shoved Alis shoulder. Ali looked surprised. Friends dont shove friends. Well, maybe were not friends, Spencer answered.

Guess not, Ali said. She took a few steps away but turned back. Then she said something else. Spencer saw Alis mouth move, then felt her own mouth move, but she couldnt hear their words. All she knew was that whatever Ali said made her angry. From somewhere far away was a sharp, splintering crack. Spencers eyes snapped open.

Spencer, Dr. Evanss voice called. Hey. Spencer.

The first thing she saw was Dr. Evanss plaque across the room. The only true knowledge is knowing you know nothing. Then, Dr. Evanss face swam into view. She had an uncertain, worried look on her face. Are you okay? Dr. Evans asked.

Spencer blinked a few times. I dont know. She sat up and ran the palm of her hand over her sweaty forehead. This felt like waking up from the anesthesia the time shed had her appendix out. Everything seemed blurry and edgeless.

Tell me what you see in the room, Dr. Evans said. Describe everything. Spencer looked around. The brown leather couch, the white fluffy rug, the... What had Ali said? Why couldnt Spencer hear her? Had that really happened? A wire mesh trash can, she stammered. An Anjou pear candle... Okay. Dr. Evans put her hand on Spencers shoulder. Sit here. Breathe.

Dr. Evanss window was now open, and Spencer could smell the freshly tarred asphalt on the parking lot. Two morning doves cooed to each other. When she finally got up and told Dr. Evans shed see her next week, she was feeling clearer. She skidded across the waiting room without acknowledging Melissa. She wanted out of here.

In the parking lot, Spencer slid into her car and sat in silence. She listed all the things she saw here, too. Her tweed bag. The farmers market placard across the street that read, FRESH OMATOES . The T had fallen to the ground. The blue Chevy truck parked crookedly in the farmers market lot. The cheerful red birdhouse hanging from a nearby oak. The sign on the office building door that said only service animals were permitted inside. Melissas profile in Dr. Evanss office window.

The corners of her sisters mouth were spread into a jagged smile, and she was talking animatedly with her hands. When Spencer looked back at the farmers market, she noticed the Chevys front tire was flat. There was something slinking behind the truck. A cat, maybe.

Spencer sat up straighter. It wasnt a catit was a person. Staring at her. The persons eyes didnt blink. And then, suddenly, whoever it was turned his or her head, crouched into

the shadows, and disappeared.

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19

ITS BETTER THAN A SIGN SAYING, KICK ME

Thursday afternoon, Hanna followed her chemistry class across the commons to the flagpole. There had been a fire drill, and now her chem teacher, Mr. Percival, was counting to make sure none of the students had run off. It was another freakishly hot October day, and as the sun beat down on the top of Hannas head, she heard two sophomore girls whispering.

Did you hear that shes a klepto? hissed Noelle Frazier, a tall girl with cascading blond ringlets. I know, replied Anna Walton, a tiny brunette with enormous boobs. She, like, organized this huge

Tiffany heist. And then she went and wrecked Mr. Ackards car. Hanna stiffened. Normally, she wouldnt have been bothered by a couple of lame sophomore girls, but

she was feeling sort of vulnerable. She pretended to be really interested in a bunch of tiny pine trees the gardeners had just planted.

I heard shes at the police station like every day, Noelle said.

And you know shes not invited to Monas anymore, right? Anna whispered. They had this huge fight because Hanna humiliated her with that skywriting thing.

Monas wanted to drop her for a couple months now, Noelle said knowingly. Hannas become this huge loser.

That was too much. Hanna whirled around. Where did you hear that? Anna and Noelle exchanged a smirk. Then they sauntered down the hill without answering.

Hanna shut her eyes and leaned against the metal flagpole, trying to ignore the fact that everyone in her chem class was now staring at her. It had been twenty-four hours since the disastrous skywriting debacle, and things had gone from bad to worse. Hanna had left at least ten apologetic messages on Monas cell last night...but Mona hadnt called back. And today, shed been hearing strange, unsavory things about herself...from everyone.

She thought of As note. And Mona? Shes not your friend, either. So watch your back.

Hanna scanned the crowd of kids on the commons. Next to the doors, two girls in cheerleading uniforms were pantomiming a cheer. Near the gum tree, a couple of boys were blazer fightingwhapping each other with their Rosewood Day blazers. Arias brother, Mike, walked by playing his PSP. Finally, she spied Monas white-blond hair. She was heading back into the main building via one of the side doors with a bored, haughty look on her face. Hanna straightened her blazer, clenched and unclenched her fists, and made a beeline for her best friend.

When she reached Mona, she tapped her on her bony shoulder. Mona looked over. Oh. Its you, she said in a monotone, the way she normally greeted losers not cool enough to be in her presence.

Are you saying stuff about me? Hanna demanded, putting her hands on her hips and keeping pace with Mona, who was striding quickly through the side door and down the art studio hallway.

Mona hitched her tangerine Dooney & Bourke tote higher on her shoulder. Nothing thats not true.

Hannas mouth fell open. She felt like Wile E. Coyote in one of those old Looney Toons cartoons she used to watchhe would be running and running and running and suddenly run off a cliff. Wile E. would pause, not realizing it for a second, and then rapidly plummet. So you think Im a loser? she squeaked.

Mona raised one eyebrow. Like I said, nothing thats not true.

She left Hanna standing in the middle of the hall, students swarming around her. Mona walked to the end of the corridor and stopped at a clump of girls. At first they all looked the sameexpensive handbags, shiny hair, skinny fake-tanned legsbut then Hannas eyes unblurred. Mona was standing with Naomi and Riley, and they were all whispering.

Hanna was certain she was going to cry. She fumbled through the bathroom door and closed herself into a stall next to Old Faithful, an infamous toilet that randomly spurted out plumes of water, drenching you if

you were stupid enough to use it. The boys room had a spewing toilet, too. Through the years, plumbers had tried to fix them both, but since they couldnt figure out the cause, the Old Faithfuls had become a legendary part of Rosewood Day lore. Everyone knew better than to use them.

Except...Mona had used Old Faithful just a few weeks after she and Hanna became friends, back when Mona was still clueless. Shed frantically texted Hanna in health class, and Hanna had rushed to the bathroom to slip Mona the extra uniform skirt and blouse shed had in her locker. Hanna remembered balling up Monas soaked skirt in a Fresh Fields plastic bag and sliding out of the stall so Mona could furtively changeMona had always been funny about changing in front of other people.

How could Mona not remember that?

As if on cue, Old Faithful erupted. Hanna shrieked and pressed herself against the opposite stall wall as a column of blue toilet water shot into the air. A few heavy droplets hit the back of Hannas blazer, and she curled up against the stall wall and finally started to sob. She hated that Mona no longer needed her. And that Ali had been murdered. And that her dad still hadnt called. Why was this happening? What had she done to deserve this?

As Old Faithful quieted down to a gurgle, the main door swung open. Hanna made tiny gasping noises, trying to keep quiet. Whoever it was walked to the sink, and Hanna peered under the door. She saw a pair of clunky, black, boyish loafers.

Hello? a boys voice said. Is...is someone in there? Hanna put her hand to her mouth. What was a guy doing in this bathroom? Unless...No. She hadnt. Hanna? The shoes stood in front of her stall. Hanna recognized the voice, too.

She peeked out the crack in the door. It was Lucas, the boy from Rive Gauche. She could see the edge of his nose, a long piece of white blond hair. There was a big GO ROSEWOOD SOCCER ! pin on his lapel. How did you know it was me?

I saw you come in here, he answered. You know this is the boys room, right?

Hanna answered with an embarrassed sniff. She took off her wet blazer, shuffled out of the stall, walked to the sink, and forcefully pumped the soap dispenser. The soap had that fake almond smell Hanna hated.

Lucass eyes cut to the Old Faithful stall. Did that thing erupt?

Yes. And then Hanna couldnt control her emotions anymore. She hunched over the sink, her tears dripping into the basin.

Lucas stood there a moment, then put his hand on the middle of her back. Hanna felt it shake a little. Its only Old Faithful. It erupts, like, every hour. You know that.

Thats not it. Hanna grabbed a scratchy paper towel and blew her nose. My best friend hates me. And shes making everyone else hate me, too.

What? Of course she doesnt. Dont be crazy.

Yes, she does! Hannas high-pitched voice bounced off the bathrooms tiled walls. Monas hanging out with these girls now who we used to hate, and shes gossiping about me, all because I missed the Frenniversary and the skywriter wrote, Fart with Mona, instead of, Party with Mona, and she disinvited me to her birthday party, and Im supposed to be her best friend!

She said it all in a long sentence without breathing, despite where she was and who she was talking to. When she finished, she stared at Lucas, suddenly irritated that he was there and had heard it all.

Lucas was so tall he practically had to stoop to not hit his head on the ceiling. I could start spreading rumors about her. Like maybe shes got a disease where she cant help but secretly eat her snot when no ones looking?

Hannas heart thawed. That was gross...but also funny...and sweet. Thats okay.

Well the offer stands. Lucas had an earnest look on his face. In the hideous green bathroom light, he was actually cute. But hey! I know something we can do to cheer you up.

Hanna looked at him incredulously. What, did Lucas think they were friends now, because hed seen her in the bathroom? Still, she was curious. What?

Cant tell you. Its top secret. Ill come get you tomorrow morning. Hanna shot him a warning look. Like, a date? Lucas raised his hands in surrender. Absolutely not. Just as...friends.

Hanna swallowed. She needed a friend right now. Bad. All right, she said quietly, feeling too exhausted to argue. Then, with a sigh, she pushed out of the boys Old Faithful bathroom and headed for her next class. Strangely, she felt a teensy bit better.

But as she turned the corner to the foreign languages wing, Hanna reached around to put her blazer back on and felt something sticking to the back. She pulled off a wrinkled piece of paper. Feel sorry for me, it said, in spiky pink handwriting.

Hanna looked around at the passing students, but no one was paying attention. How long had she been walking around with the note on her? Who could have done this? It could have been anyone. Shed been in that crowd during the fire drill. Everyone had been there.

Hanna looked down at the paper again and turned it over in her hands. On the other side was a typewritten note. Hanna got that familiar sinking feeling in her stomach.

Hanna: Remember when you saw Mona leaving the Bill Beach plastic surgery clinic? Hello, lipo!! But shh! You didnt hear it from me.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

20

LIFE IMITATES ART

Thursday afternoon at lunch, Aria turned the corner to Rosewood Days administrative wing. All the teachers had offices here and often tutored or advised students during their lunch periods.

Aria stopped at Ezras closed office door. It had changed a lot since the beginning of the year. Hed installed a white board, and it was chock-full of blue-inked notes from students. Mr. FitzWant to talk about my Fitzgerald report. Ill stop by after school.Kelly. There was a Hamlet quote at the bottom: O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! Below the marker board was a cutout of a New Yorker cartoon of a dog on a therapists couch. And on the doorknob was a DO NOT DISTURB sign from a Days Inn; Ezra had turned it to the DISTURB side: MAID ,

PLEASE CLEAN UP THIS ROOM .

Aria tentatively knocked. Come in, she heard him say from the other side. Shed expected Ezra to be with another studentfrom snippets she heard in class, shed thought his lunchtime office hours were always busybut here he was alone, with a Happy Meal box on his desk. The room smelled like McNuggets.

Aria! Ezra exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. This is a surprise. Sit down.

She plopped down on Ezras scratchy tweed couchthe same kind that was in the Rosewood Day headmasters office. She pointed at his desk. Happy Meal?

He smiled sheepishly. I like the toys. He held up a car from some kids movie. McNugget? He proffered the box. I got barbecue.

She waved him away. I dont eat meat.

Thats right. He ate a fry, his eyes locked with hers. I forgot.

Aria felt a swoosh of somethinga mix of intimacy and discomfort. Ezra looked away, probably feeling it too. She looked around on his desk. It was littered with stacks of paper, a mini zen rock garden, and about a thousand books.

So... Ezra wiped his mouth with a napkin, not noticing Arias expression. What can I do for you? Aria leaned her elbow on the couchs arm. Well, Im wondering if I can have an extension on the

Scarlet Letter essay thats due tomorrow. He set down his soda. Really? Im surprised. Youre never late with anything.

I know, she mumbled sheepishly. But the Ackards house was not conducive to studying. One, it was too quietAria was used to studying while simultaneously listening to music, the TV, and Mike yammering on the phone in the next room. Two, it was hard to concentrate when she felt like someone was...watching her. But its not a big deal, she went on. All I need is this weekend.

Ezra scratched his head. Well...I havent set a policy on extensions yet. But all right. Just this once. Next time, Im going to have to mark you down a grade.

She pushed her hair behind her ears. Im not going to make a habit of it. Good. So, what, are you not liking the book? Or havent you started it? I finished it today. But I hated it. I hated Hester Prynne. Why?

Aria fiddled with the buckle on her Urban Outfitters ivory suede flats. She assumes her husbands lost at sea, and so she goes and has an affair, she muttered.

Ezra leaned forward on his elbow, looking amused. But her husband isnt a very good man, either. Thats what makes it complicated.

Aria stared at the books that were crammed into Ezras cramped, wooden bookshelves. War and Peace. Gravitys Rainbow. An extensive collection of e. e. cummings and Rilke poetry, and not one but two copies of No Exit. There was the Edgar Allan Poe collection Sean hadnt read. All of the books looked creased and worn from reading and rereading. But I couldnt see past what Hester did, Aria said quietly. She cheated.

But were supposed to feel for her struggle, and how society has branded her, and how she strives to forge her own identity and not allow anyone to create one for her.

I hated her, okay? Aria exploded. And Ill never forgive her!

She covered her face with her hands. Tears spilled down her cheeks. When she shut her eyes, she pictured Byron and Meredith as the books illicit lovers, Ella as Hesters vengeful, wronged husband. But if life really imitated art, Byron and Meredith should be suffering...not Aria. Shed tried to call her house last night, but as soon as Ella picked up and heard Arias voice on the other end, she hung up. When Aria waved at Mike across the gym, Mike had quickly spun on his heel and marched back into the locker room. No one was on her side.

Whoa, Ezra said quietly, after Aria let out a stifled sob. Its okay. So you didnt like the book. Its fine.

Im sorry. Im just... She felt hot tears on her palms. Ezras room had grown so quiet. There was only the whirring of the computers hard drive. The buzz of the fluorescent lamp. The happy cries from the lower school playgroundall the little kids were out for recess.

Is there something you want to talk about? Ezra asked.

Aria wiped her eyes with the back of her blazer sleeve. She picked at a loose button on one of the couchs seat cushions. My father had an affair with his student three years ago, she blurted out. Hes a professor at Hollis. I knew about it the whole time, but he asked me not to tell my mom. Well, now hes back with the student...and my mom found out. Shes furious I knew for so long...and now my dads gone.

Jesus, Ezra whispered. This just happened? A few weeks ago, yeah.

God. Ezra stared up at the beamed ceiling for a while. That doesnt sound very fair of your dad. Or your mom.

Aria shrugged. Her chin started to tremble again. I shouldnt have kept it a secret from my mom. But what was I supposed to do?

Its not your fault, Ezra told her.

He got out of his chair, walked around to the front of the desk, pushed a few papers aside, and sat on the edge.

Okay. So, Ive never told anyone this, but when I was in high school, I saw my mom kissing her doctor. She had cancer at the time, and since my dad was traveling, she asked me to take her to her chemotherapy treatments. Once, while I was waiting, I had to use the bathroom, and as I was walking back through the hall, I saw this exam room door open. I dont know why I looked in, but when I did...there they were. Kissing.

Aria gasped. What did you do?

I pretended like I didnt see it. My mom had no idea that I had. She came out twenty minutes later, all straightened up and proper and in a hurry. I really wanted to bring it up, but at the same time, I couldnt. He shook his head. Dr. Poole. I never looked at him in the same way again.

Didnt you say your parents got divorced? Aria asked, remembering a conversation theyd had at Ezras house. Did your mom go off with Dr. Poole?

Nah. Ezra reached over and grabbed a McNugget out of the box. They got divorced a couple years later. Dr. Poole and the cancer were long gone.

God, was all Aria could think to say.

It sucks. Ezra fiddled with one of the rocks in the mini zen rock garden that sat at the edge of his desk. I idolized my parents marriage. It didnt seem to me like they were having problems. My whole relationship ideal was shattered.

Mine too, Aria said glumly, running her foot against a stack of paperbacks on the floor. My parents seemed really happy together.

It has nothing to do with you, Ezra told her. Thats a big thing I learned. Its their thing. Unfortunately, you have to deal with it, and I think it makes you stronger.

Aria groaned and clunked her head against the couchs stiff back. I hate when people say things like that to me. That things will make me a better person, even if the things themselves suck.

Ezra chuckled. Actually, I do too.

Aria shut her eyes, finding this moment bittersweet. She had been waiting for someone to talk to about all thissomeone who really, truly understood. She wanted to kiss Ezra for having as messed-up a family as she did.

Or maybe, she wanted to kiss Ezra...because he was Ezra.

Ezras eyes met hers. Aria could see her reflection in his inky pupils. With his hand, Ezra pushed the little Happy Meal car so that it rolled across his desk, over the edge, and onto her lap. A smile whispered across his face.

Do you have a girlfriend in New York? Aria blurted out.

Ezras forehead furrowed. A girlfriend... He blinked a few times. I did. But we broke up this summer.

Oh.

Where did that come from? Ezra asked.

Some kids were talking about it, I guess. And I...I wondered what she was like.

A devilish look danced in Ezras eyes, then escaped. He opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind. What? Aria asked him.

I shouldnt.

What?

Its just... He glanced at her askance. She was nothing compared to you.

A hot feeling swished through Aria. Slowly, without taking his eyes off her, Ezra slid off the desk to stand. Aria inched toward the edge of the couch. The moment stretched on forever. And then, Ezra lunged forward, grabbed Aria at her shoulders, and pressed her to him. Her lips crashed onto his. She held the sides of his face, and he ran his hands up the length of her back. They broke away and stared at each other, then dove back in again. Ezra smelled delicious, like a mix of Pantene and mint and chai tea and something that was just...Ezra. Aria had never felt this way from kissing. Not with Sean, not with anyone.

Sean. His image swam into her head. Sean letting Aria lean into him while they watched the BBC version of The Office last night. Sean kissing her before bio class, comforting her because they were starting dissections today. Sean holding her hand at dinner with his family. Sean was her boyfriend.

Aria pushed Ezra away and jumped up. I have to go. She felt sweaty, as if someone had jacked up the thermostat about fifty degrees. She quickly gathered up her things, heart thumping and cheeks blazing.

Thanks for the extension, she blurted out, pushing clumsily through the door. Out in the hall, she drew in a few deep breaths. Down the corridor, a figure slipped around the corner.

Aria tensed. Someone had seen. She noticed something on Ezras door and widened her eyes. Someone had erased all the old

white-board messages, replacing them with a new one in an unfamiliar hot pink marker. Careful, careful! Im always watching!

A

And then, in smaller letters, down at the bottom: Heres a second hint: You all knew every inch of her backyard. But for one of you, it was so, so easy.

Aria pulled her blazer sleeve down and quickly wiped the letters away. When she got to the signature, she wiped extra hard, scrubbing and scrubbing until there was no trace of A left.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

21

WHAT DOES H-O-L-Y C-R-A-P SPELL?

Thursday evening, Spencer settled into the red plushy seats at the Rosewood Country Club restaurant and looked out the bay window. On the golf course, a couple of older guys in V-neck sweaters and khakis were trying to get in a few more holes before the sun went down. Out on the deck, people were taking advantage of the last few warm days of the year, drinking gin and tonics and eating rock shrimp and bruschetta squares. Mr. and Mrs. Hastings stirred their Bombay Sapphire martinis, then looked at each other.

I propose a toast. Mrs. Hastings pushed her blond bobbed hair behind her ears, her three-carat diamond ring glinting against the setting sun streaming through the window. Spencers parents always toasted before they took a drink of anythingeven water.

Mrs. Hastings raised her glass. To Spencer making the Golden Orchid finals. Mr. Hastings clinked. And to being on the front page of this Sundays Sentinel.

Spencer raised her glass and clinked it with them, but the effort was halfhearted. She didnt want to be here. She wanted to be at home, protected and safe. She couldnt stop thinking about her strange session with Dr. Evans this morning. The vision shed seenthe forgotten fight with Ali the night she disappearedwas haunting. Why hadnt she remembered it before? Was there more to it? What if shed seen Alis killer?

Congrats, Spencer, her mother interrupted her thoughts. I hope you win.

Thanks, Spencer mumbled. She worked to fold her green napkin back into an accordion, then went around the table and folded all the others, too.

Nervous about something? Her mother nudged her chin at the napkins.

Spencer immediately stopped. No, she said quickly. Whenever she shut her eyes, she was right back in the Ali memory again. It was so clear now. She could smell the honeysuckle that grew in the woods that paralleled the barn, feel the early summer breeze, see the lightning bugs spatter-painting the dark sky. But it couldnt be real.

When Spencer looked up, her parents were gazing at her peculiarly. Theyd probably asked her a question shed completely missed. For the first time ever, she wished Melissa were here monopolizing the conversation.

Are you nervous because of the doctor? her mother whispered.

Spencer couldnt hide her smirkshe loved that her mom called Dr. Evans the doctor instead of the therapist. No. Im fine.

Do you think youve gotten a lot... Her father seemed to search for his words, fiddling with his tie pin. ...accomplished, with the doctor? Spencer rocked her fork back and forth. Define accomplished, she wanted to say.

Before she could answer, the waiter appeared. It was the same waiter theyd had for years, the short little baldish guy who had a Winnie-the-Pooh voice. Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Hastings. Pooh shook her fathers hand. And Spencer. Youre looking lovely.

Thanks, Spencer mumbled, although she was pretty sure she wasnt. She hadnt washed her hair after field hockey, and the last time shed looked in the mirror, her eyes had a wild, scared look to them. She kept twitching, too, and looking around the restaurant to see if someone was watching her.

How is everyone tonight? Pooh asked. He fluffed up the napkins Spencer had just refolded and spread them on everyones laps. Here for a special occasion?

Actually, yes, Mrs. Hastings piped up. Spencers a finalist in the Golden Orchid competition. Its a major academic prize.

Mom, Spencer hissed. She hated how her mother broadcast family accomplishments. Especially since Spencer had cheated.

Thats wonderful! Pooh bellowed. Its nice to have some good news, for once. He leaned in closer. Quite a few of our guests think theyve seen that stalker everyones been talking about. Some even say they saw someone near the club last night.

Hasnt this town been through enough? Mr. Hastings mused.

Mrs. Hastings worriedly glanced at her husband. You know, I swore I saw someone staring at me when I met Spencer at the doctors on Monday.

Spencer jerked her head up, her heart racing. Did you get a look at him? Mrs. Hastings shrugged. Not really. Some people are saying its a man. Others, a woman, Pooh said. Everyone tsked in distress.

Pooh took their orders. Spencer mumbled that she wanted the ahi tunathe same thing shed been getting ever since she stopped ordering off the kids menu. As the waiter trundled away, Spencer looked blearily around the dining room. It was done up in a ramshackle-Nantucket-boat theme, with dark wicker chairs and lots of life buoys and bronze figureheads. The far wall still had the ocean mural, complete with a hideous giant squid, a killer whale, and a merman that had flowing blond hair and a broken, Owen Wilsonstyle nose. When Spencer, Ali, and the others used to come here to eat dinner

alonea huge deal, back in sixth and seventh gradesthey loved sitting next to the merman. Once, when Mona Vanderwaal and Chassey Bledsoe came in here by themselves, Ali demanded that Mona and Chassey both give the merman a big French kiss. Tears of shame had run down their cheeks as both girls stuck their tongues to the painted mermans lips.

Ali was so mean, Spencer thought. Her dream floated back. You cant have this, Ali had said. Why did Spencer get so angry? Spencer thought Ali was going to tell Melissa about Ian that night. Was that why? And what did Dr. Evans mean when she said that some people edit out things that happen to them? Had Spencer ever done that before?

Mom? Suddenly Spencer was curious. Do you know if I ever, like, randomly forgot a whole bunch of stuff? Like...experienced temporary amnesia?

Her mother held her drink in midair. W-why are you asking?

The back of Spencers neck felt clammy. Her mother had the same disturbed, I dont want to deal with this look shed had the time her brother, Spencers uncle Daniel, got too drunk at one of their parties and prattled off a few deeply protected family secrets. That was how Spencer found out her grandmother had a morphine addiction, and that her aunt Penelope had given away a child for adoption when she was seventeen. Wait, I have?

Her mom felt the plates scalloped edge. You were seven. You had the flu. The cords in her mothers neck stood out, which meant she was holding her breath. And that meant she

wasnt telling Spencer everything. Mom.

Her mother ran her hands around the martini glass edge. Its not important.

Oh, tell her, Veronica, her father said gruffly. She can handle it.

Mrs. Hastings took a deep breath. Well, Melissa, you, and I went to the Franklin Instituteyou both loved that walk-through heart exhibit. Remember?

Sure, Spencer said. The Franklin Institute heart exhibit spanned five thousand square feet, had veins the size of Spencers forearm, and throbbed so loudly that when you were inside its ventricles, the beating was the only sound you could hear.

We were walking back to our car, her mother went on, her eyes on her lap. On our way, this man stopped us. She paused, and took Spencers fathers hand. They both looked so solemn. He...he had a gun in his jacket. He wanted my wallet.

Spencer widened her eyes. What?

He made us get down on our stomachs on the sidewalk. Mrs. Hastingss mouth wobbled. I didnt care that I gave him my wallet, but I was so scared for you girls. You kept whimpering and crying. You kept asking me if we were going to die.

Spencer twisted the end of the napkin in her lap. She didnt remember this.

He told me to count to one hundred before we could get up again, her mother said. After the coast was clear, we ran to our car, and I drove us home. I drove nearly thirty miles over the speed limit, I

remember. Its a wonder I didnt get stopped.

She paused and sipped her drink. Someone dropped a bunch of plates in the kitchen, and most of the diners craned their necks in the direction of the shattering china, but Mrs. Hastings acted as if she hadnt even heard it. When we got home, you had a horrible fever, she went on. It came on suddenly. We took you to the ER. We were afraid you had meningitisthere had been a case of it a few towns over. We had to stay close to home while we waited for the test results, in case we had to rush you back to the hospital. We had to miss Melissas national spelling bee. Remember when she was preparing for that?

Spencer remembered. Sometimes, she and Melissa would play BeeMelissa as the contestant, Spencer as the judge, lobbing Melissa words to spell from a long list. That was back when Melissa and Spencer used to like each other. But the way Spencer remembered it, Melissa had opted out of the competition because she had a field hockey game that same day. Melissa went to the bee after all? she sounded out.

She did, but she went with Yolandas family. Remember her friend Yolanda? She and Melissa were in all those knowledge bowls together.

Spencer crinkled her brow. Yolanda Hensler? Thats right.

Melissa was never Yolandas Spencer stopped herself. She was about to say that Melissa was never Yolanda Henslers friend. Yolanda was the type of girl who was sweetie-pie around adults but a bossy terror in private. Spencer knew that Yolanda had once forced Melissa to go through every knowledge bowl sample question without stopping, even though Melissa told her a zillion times that she had to pee. Melissa had ended up peeing in her pants, and it seeped all over Yolandas Lilly Pulitzer comforter.

Anyway, a week later, your fever broke, her mother said. But when you woke up, youd forgotten the whole thing ever happened. You remembered going to the Franklin Institute, and you remembered walking through the heart, but then I asked if you remembered the mean man in the city. And you said, What mean man? You couldnt remember the ER, having tests run, being sick, anything. You just...erased it. We watched you the rest of that summer, too. We were afraid you might get sick again. Melissa and I had to miss our mother-daughter kayak camp in Colorado and that big piano recital in New York City, but I think she understood.

Spencers heart was racing. Why hasnt anyone ever told me this?

Her mother looked at her dad. The whole thing was so strange. I thought it might upset you, knowing youd missed a whole week. You were such a worrier after that.

Spencer gripped the edge of the table. I might have missed more than a week of my life, she wanted to say to her parents. What if it wasnt my only blackout?

She shut her eyes. All she could hear was that crack from her memory. What if she had blacked out before Ali disappeared? What had she missed that night?

By the time Pooh set down their steaming plates, Spencer was shaking. Her mother cocked her head. Spencer? Whats wrong? She swiveled her head to Spencers father. I knew we shouldnt have told her.

Spencer? Mr. Hastings waved his hands in front of Spencers face. You okay? Spencers lips felt numb, as if theyd been injected with novocaine. Im afraid. Afraid? her father repeated, leaning forward. Of what?

Spencer blinked. She felt like she was having the recurring dream where she knew what she wanted to say in her head, but instead of words coming out of her mouth, out came a shell. Or a worm. Or a plume of purple, chalky smoke. Then she clamped her mouth closed. Shed suddenly realized the answer she was looking forwhat she feared.

Herself.

Pretty Little Liars 3 - Perfect

22

THERES NO PLACE LIKE ROSEWOODFROM 3,000 FEET UP

Friday morning, Hanna stepped out of Lucass maroon Volkswagen Jetta. They were in the parking lot of Ridley Creek State Park, and the sun was barely up.

This is my big surprise thats supposed to make me feel all better? She looked around. Ridley Creek Park was full of undulating gardens and hiking trails. She watched as a bunch of girls in running shorts and long-sleeved T-shirts passed. Then a bunch of guys on bikes in colorful spandex shorts rode by. It made Hanna feel lazy and fat. Here it was, not even 6 A.M ., and these people were virtuously burning off calories. They probably hadnt binged on a whole box of cheddar-flavored goldfish crackers last night,

either. I cant tell you, Lucas answered. Otherwise, it wouldnt be a surprise.

Hanna groaned. The air smelled like burning leaves, which Hanna always found spooky. As she crunched through the parking lot gravel, she thought she heard snickering. She whipped back around, alert.

Something wrong? Lucas said, stopping a few paces away. Hanna pointed at the trees. Do you see someone? Lucas shaded his eyes with his hand. You worried about that stalker? Something like that.

Anxiety gnawed at her belly. When theyd driven here in semi-darkness, Hanna felt like a car had been following them. A? Hanna couldnt stop thinking about the bizarre text from yesterday about Mona going to Bill Beach for plastic surgery. In some ways, it made senseMona never wore anything that revealed too much skin, even though she was way thinner than Hanna was. But plastic surgeryanything but a boob job, anywaywas kind of...embarrassing. It meant genetics were against you, and you couldnt exercise your way down to your ideal body. If Hanna spread that rumor about Mona, her popularity quotient might sink a few notches. Hanna would have done it to another girl without batting an eye...but to Mona? Hurting her felt different.

I think were okay, Lucas said, walking toward the pebbly path. They say the stalker only spies on people in their houses.

Hanna rubbed her eyes nervously. For once, she didnt need to worry about smudging her mascara. Shed put on next to no makeup this morning. And she was wearing Juicy velour pants and a gray hoodie she often wore to run laps around the track. This was all to show they were not on some queer early morning date.

When Lucas showed up at the door, Hanna was relieved to find that he was wearing ratty jeans, a scruffy tee, and a similar gray hoodie. Then hed flopped into a leaf pile on their way to the car and squirmed around like Hannas miniature Doberman, Dot. It was actually kind of cute. Which was totally different from thinking that Lucas was cute, obviously.

They entered a clearing and Lucas turned around. Ready for your surprise? This better be good. Hanna rolled her eyes. I could still be in bed.

Lucas led her through the trees. In the clearing was a rainbow-striped hot air balloon. It was limp and lying on its side, with the basket part tipped over. A couple of guys stood around it as fans blew air up into the balloon, making it ripple.

Ta-daaa! Lucas cried. Okaaay. Hanna shaded her eyes with her hand. Im going to watch them blow up a balloon? She

knew this wasnt a good idea. Lucas was so lame. Not quite. Lucas leaned back on his heels. Youre going up in it.

What? Hanna shrieked. By myself?

Lucas knocked her upside the head. Im going with you, duh. He started walking toward the balloon. I have a license to fly hot air balloons. Im learning to fly a Cessna, too. But my biggest accomplishment is this. He held up a stainless steel carafe. I made smoothies for us this morning. It was the first time Id used the blenderthe first time Ive used a kitchen appliance at all, actually. Arent you proud of me?

Hanna smirked. Sean had always cooked for her, which always made Hanna feel more inadequate than pampered. She liked that Lucas was boyishly clueless.

I am proud. Hanna smiled. And sure, Ill go up in that deathtrap with you.

After the balloon got fat and taut, Hanna and Lucas climbed in the basket and Lucas shot a long plume of fire up into the envelope. In seconds, they started to rise. Hanna was surprised her stomach didnt lurch as it sometimes did on an elevator, and when she looked down, she was amazed to see that the two guys who had helped inflate the balloon were tiny specks on the grass. She saw Lucass red Jetta in the parking lot...then the fishing creek, then the winding running path, then Route 352.

Theres the Hollis spire! Hanna cried excitedly, pointing at it off in the distance. Cool, huh? Lucas smiled.

It is, Hanna admitted. It was so nice and quiet up here. There were no traffic sounds, no annoying birds, just the sound of wind. Best of all, A wasnt up here. Hanna felt so free. Part of her wanted to fly away in a balloon for good, like the Wizard of Oz.

They flew over the Old Hollis neighborhood, with its Victorian houses and messy front lawns. Then the King James Mall, its parking lot nearly empty. Hanna smiled when they passed the Quaker boarding school. It had an avant-garde obelisk on the front lawn that was nicknamed William Penns Penis.

They floated over Alison DiLaurentiss old house. From up here, it seemed so untroubled. Next to that was Spencers house, with its windmill, stables, barn, and rock-lined pool. A few houses down was Monas, a beautiful redbrick bordered by a grove of cherry trees with a garage off to the side of the yard. Once, right after their makeovers, theyd painted HM + MV = BBBBBFF in reflective paint on the roof. They never knew what it actually looked like from above. She reached for her BlackBerry to text Mona the news.

Then she remembered. They werent friends anymore. She sucked in a breath. You all right? Lucas asked. She looked away. Yeah. Fine.

Lucass eyebrows made a V. Im in the Supernatural Club at school. We practice mind reading. I can ESP it out of you. He shut his eyes and put his hands to his temples. Youre upset because of...how Monas having a birthday party without you.

Hanna suppressed a snort. Like that was hard to figure out. Lucas had been in the bathroom right after it happened. She unscrewed the top to the smoothie carafe. Why are you in, like, every Rosewood Day club imaginable? He was like a dorkier version of Spencer in that way.

Lucas opened his eyes. They were such a clear, light bluelike the cornflower crayon from the 64-Crayola box. I like being busy all the time. If Im not doing anything, I start thinking.

About what? Lucass Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. My older brother tried to kill himself a year ago. Hanna widened her eyes.

He has bipolar disorder. He stopped taking his medication and...something went wrong in his head. He took a whole bunch of aspirin, and I found him passed out in our living room. Hes at a psychiatric hospital now. They have him on all these medications and...hes not really the same person anymore, so...

Did he go to Rosewood Day? Hanna asked.

Yeah, but hes six years older than us. You probably wouldnt remember him.

God. Im so sorry, Hanna whispered. That sucks.

Lucas shrugged. A lot of people would probably just sit in their room and get stoned, but keeping busy works better for me.

Hanna crossed her arms over her chest. My way of staying sane is to eat a ton of cheese-based snacks and then throw them up.

She covered her mouth. She couldnt believe she just said that. Lucas raised an eyebrow. Cheese-based snacks, huh? Like Cheez-Its? Doritos? Uh-huh. Hanna stared at the balloon baskets wooden bottom.

Lucass fingers fidgeted. His hands were strong and well proportioned and looked like they could give really great back rubs. All of a sudden, Hanna wanted to touch them. My cousin had that...problem...too, Lucas said softly. She got over it.

How? She got happy. She moved away.

Hanna stared over the basket. They were flying over Cheswold, Rosewoods wealthiest housing development. Hanna had always wanted to live in a Cheswold house, and up here, the estates looked even more amazing than they did at street level. But they also looked stiff and formal and not quite realmore like an idea of a house instead of something youd actually want to live in.

I used to be happy, Hanna sighed. I hadnt done...the cheese thing...in years. But my lifes been awful lately. I am upset about Mona. But theres more. Its everything. Ever since I got that first note, things have gone from bad to worse.

Rewind. Lucas leaned back. Note?

Hanna paused. She hadnt meant to mention A. Just these notes Ive been getting. Someones teasing me with all this personal stuff. She peeked at Lucas, hoping he wasnt interestedmost boys wouldnt be. Unfortunately, he looked worried.

That sounds mean. Lucas furrowed his brow. Whos sending them?

Dont know. At first, I thought it was Alison DiLaurentis. She paused, pushing the hair out of her eyes. I know thats moronic, but the first notes talked about this thing that only she knew.

Lucas made a disgusted face. Alisons body was found, what, a month ago? Someones impersonating her? Thats...thats freaky.

Hanna waved her arms. No, I started getting the notes before Alis body was found, so no one knew she was dead yet.... Her head started to hurt. Its confusing and...dont worry about it. Forget I said anything.

Lucas looked at her uneasily. Maybe you should call the cops. Hanna sniffed. Whoever it is isnt breaking any laws. You dont know who youre dealing with, though, Lucas said. Its probably some dumb kid.

Lucas paused. Dont the cops say that if youre being harassed, like getting prank calls, its most likely from someone you know? I saw that on a crime show once.

A chill went through Hanna. She thought of As noteOne of your old friends is hiding something from you. Something big. She thought again about Spencer. Once, not long after Ali vanished, Spencers dad had taken the four of them to Wildwater Kingdom, a water park not too far from their house. As Hanna and Spencer were climbing the steps to the Devils Drop, Hanna had asked her if she and Ali were mad at each other about something.

Spencers face had turned the exact shade of her merlot-colored Tommy Hilfiger string bikini. Why are you asking that?

Hanna frowned, holding her foamy raft to her chest. I was just curious.

Spencer stepped closer. The air became very still, and all splashing and squealing sounds seemed to evaporate. I wasnt mad at Ali. She was mad at me. I have no clue why, okay? Then she did a 180 and started marching back down the wooden staircase, practically knocking over other kids as she went.

Hanna curled her toes. She hadnt thought of that day in a while.

Lucas cleared his throat. What are the notes about? The cheese thing?

Hanna stared at the skylights on top of the Rosewood Abbey, the site of Alis memorial. Screw it, she thought. Shed told Lucas about Awhy not everything else? It was like that trust exercise shed done on her sixth-grade camping trip: a girl in her bunk named Viviana Rogers had stood behind her and Hanna had to fall into her arms, having faith that she would catch Hanna instead of letting her clunk to the

grass.

Yeah, the cheese, she said quietly. And...well, you may have heard some of the other things. Plenty of stuff is going around about me. Like my father. He moved out a couple years ago and now lives with his beautiful stepdaughter. She wears a size two.

What size do you wear? Lucas asked, confused.

She took a deep breath, ignoring that question. And I got caught stealing, toosome jewelry from Tiffany, and Sean Ackards fathers car.

She looked up, surprised to see that Lucas hadnt jumped over the side of the balloon in disgust. In seventh grade, I was a fat, ugly spaz. Even though I was friends with Alison, I still felt...like a nothing. Mona and I worked hard to change, and I thought wed both become...Alison. It worked for a while, but not anymore.

Hearing her problems out loud, she sounded like such a loser. But it also felt like the time shed gone with Mona to a spa in the country and had a colonic. The process was gross, but afterward she felt so free.

Im glad youre not Alison, Lucas said quietly. Hanna rolled her eyes. Everyone loved Alison.

I didnt. Lucas avoided Hannas startled look. I know thats terrible to say, and I feel horrible about what happened to her. But she wasnt very nice to me. He blew a plume of fire into the balloon. In seventh grade, Ali started a rumor that I was a hermaphrodite.

Hanna looked up sharply. Ali didnt start that rumor.

She did. Actually, I started it for her. She asked if I was a hermaphrodite at a soccer game. I said I didnt knowI had no idea what a hermaphrodite was. She laughed and told everyone. Later, when I looked it up, it was too lateit was everywhere.

Hanna stared at him in disbelief. Ali wouldnt do that.

But...Ali would do that. It was Ali who had gotten everyone to call Jenna Cavanaugh Snow. Shed spread the rumor that Toby had fish gills. Everyone had taken everything Ali said as gospel.

Hanna peered over the edge of the basket. That rumor about Lucas being a hermaphrodite had started after they found out he was going to send Hanna a heart-shaped box on Candy Day. Ali had even gone with Hanna to buy new glitter-pocketed Sevens to mark the occasion. Shed said she loved them, but she was probably lying about that, too.

And you shouldnt say youre ugly, Hanna, Lucas said. Youre so, so pretty. Hanna stuck her chin into the collar of her shirt, feeling surprisingly shy. You are. I cant stop looking at you. Lucas grimaced. Yikes. I probably way overstepped the friends thing, huh?

Its okay. Heat spread over her skin. It made her feel so good to hear she was pretty. When had someone last told her that? Lucas was as different from perfect Sean as a boy could get. Lucas was tall and lanky, and not in the slightest bit cool, with his Rive Gauche job and ESP club and the sticker on the back of his car that said, SCISSOR SISTERS , which could be a band or a salon or a cult. But there was something else there, tooyou just had to dig down to get to it, like how Hanna and her dad had once plundered the New Jersey beaches with their metal detector. Theyd searched for hours and had found not one but two diamond earrings hiding under the sand.

So listen, Lucas said. Im not invited to Monas party, either. Do you want to get together on Saturday and have an anti-party? I have a negative-edge pool. Its heated. Or, you know, if thats not your thing, we could...I dont know. Play poker.

Poker? Hanna glanced at him askance. Not strip. What do you take me for? Lucas put his hand to his chest. Im talking Texas Hold Em. Youd better

watch it, though. Im good.

All right. Sure. Ill come over and play poker. She leaned back in the balloon, realizing she was looking forward to it. She gave Lucas a coy smile. Dont change the subject, though. Now that Ive made an ass out of myself, youve got to fess up about some embarrassing stuff, too. What else are you avoiding by joining all your activities?

Lucas leaned back. Lets see. Theres the fact that Im a hermaphrodite.

His face was dead serious. Hanna widened her eyes, caught off guard. But then Lucas grinned and started laughing, so Hanna laughed, too.

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THE ROSEBUSHES HAVE EYES

Friday at lunch, Emily sat in the Rosewood Day greenhouse, where tall, leafy plants and a few species of butterflies flourished in the humidity. Even though it was hot and smelled like dirt, a lot of people were eating lunch in here. Maybe it was to escape the drizzly weatheror maybe they just wanted to be near Rosewood Days new It Girl, Emily Fields.

So are you going to Monas party? Arias brother, Mike, gazed expectantly at Emily. He and a few other boys on the lacrosse team had plopped down on a bench across from her and were hanging on her every word.

I dont know, Emily replied, finishing the last of her potato chips. It was doubtful her mom would let her go to Monas, and Emily wasnt sure if she wanted to.

You should come hang out in my hot tub afterward. Noel Kahn scribbled his number on a piece of lined notebook paper. He tore it off and handed it to her. Thats when the real partys going to start.

Bring your girlfriend, too, Mike suggested, a hungry look in his eye. And feel free to make out around us. Were very open-minded.

I could even get my photo booth back out for you, Noel offered, giving Emily a wink. Whatever turns you on.

Emily rolled her eyes. As the boys sauntered off, she leaned over her thighs and let out a frazzled breath. It was too bad she wasnt the exploitative typeshe could probably make a lot of money off these sexed-up, girl-on-girl-loving Rosewood boys.

Suddenly, she felt someones small hand curl around her wrist. You dating a lax boy? Maya whispered in her ear. I saw him slip you his number.

Emily looked up. Her heart swooped. It felt like she hadnt seen Maya in weeks, and she couldnt stop thinking about her. Mayas face swam before her whenever she shut her eyes. She thought about the feel of her lips during their make-out sessions on the rock by the creek.

Not that those make-out sessions could ever happen again. Emily pulled her hand away. Maya. We cant.

Maya stuck out her bottom lip. She looked around. Kids were sitting on the fountains or on the wooden benches next to the flower beds or near the butterfly sanctuary, calmly talking and eating their lunches. Its not like anyones watching.

Emily shivered. It felt like someone was. This whole lunch, shed had the most eerie feeling that there was someone right behind her, spying. The greenhouse plants were so tall and thick, they provided easy coverage for people to hide behind.

Maya unclipped her pink Swiss Army knife from her backpack and snipped off a rose from the lush bushes behind them. Here, she said, handing it to Emily.

Maya! Emily dropped the rose on her lap. You cant pick flowers in here!

I dont care, Maya insisted. I want you to have it.

Maya. Emily forcefully slapped her palms on her thighs. You should go.

Maya scowled at her. Youre seriously doing the Tree Tops thing? When Emily nodded, Maya groaned. I thought you were stronger than that. And it seems so creepy.

Emily crumpled up her lunch bag. Hadnt she already gone through this? If I dont do Tree Tops, I have to go to Iowa. And I cantmy aunt and uncle are crazy.

She closed her eyes and thought of her aunt, her uncle, and her three Iowa cousins. She hadnt seen them in years, and all she could picture were five disapproving frowns. The last time I visited, my aunt Helene told me that I should eat Cheerios and only Cheerios for breakfast because they suppressed sexual urges. My two male cousins went on extra-long runs through the cornfields every morning to drain their sexual energy. And my cousin Abbyshes my agewanted to be a nun. She probably is one now. She carried around a notebook that she called Abbys Little Book of Eviland she wrote down everything she thought was a sin. She recorded thirty sinful things about me. She even thought going barefoot was evil!

Maya chuckled. If you have really ganked-up feet, it is.

Its not funny! Emily cried. And this isnt about me being strong or thinking Tree Tops is right or lying to myself. I cant move there.

Emily bit her lip, feeling the hot rush she always got before she was about to cry. In the past two days, if her family passed her in the halls or the kitchen, they wouldnt even look in her direction. They said nothing to her at meals. She felt weird about joining them on the couch to watch TV. And Emilys sister Carolyn seemed to have no idea how to deal with her. Since the swim meet, Carolyn had stayed away from their shared bedroom. Usually, the sisters did their homework at their desks, murmuring to each other about math problems, history essays, or random gossip theyd heard at school. Last night, Carolyn came upstairs when Emily was already in bed. She changed in the dark and climbed into her own bed without saying a word.

My family wont love me if Im gay, Emily explained, looking into Mayas round brown eyes. Imagine if your family woke up and decided they hated you.

I just want to be with you, Maya mumbled, twirling the rose between her hands. Well, me too, Emily answered. But we cant.

Lets hang out in secret, Maya suggested. Im going to Mona Vanderwaals party tomorrow. Meet me there. Well ditch and find somewhere to be alone.

Emily chewed on her thumbnail. She wished she could...but Beckas words haunted her. Life is hard already. Why make it harder? Yesterday, during her free period, Emily had logged into Google and typed, Are lesbians lives hard? Even as she typed that wordlesbianher right hand pecking the L key and her left the E, S, and B, it seemed strange to think that it applied to her. She didnt like it, as a wordit made her think of rice pudding, which she despised. Every link in the list was to a blocked porn site. Then again, Emily had put the words lesbian and hard in the same search field.

Emily felt someones eyes on her. She glanced around through the whirling vines and bushes and saw Carolyn and a few other swim team girls sitting by the bougainvillea. Her sister glared right at them, a disgusted look on her face.

Emily leapt up from the bench. Maya, go. Carolyn sees us.

She took a few steps away, pretending to be fascinated by a planter of marigolds, but Maya didnt move. Hurry! Emily hissed. Get out of here!

She felt Mayas eyes on her. Im going to Monas party tomorrow, she said in a low voice. Are you going to be there or not?

Emily shook her head, not meeting Mayas eye. Im sorry. I need to change.

Maya violently yanked up her green-and-white canvas tote. You cant change who you are. Ive told you that a thousand times.

But maybe I can, Emily answered. And maybe I want to.

Maya dropped Emilys rose on the bench and stomped away. Emily watched her weave through the rows of planters past the foggy windows for the exit and wanted to cry. Her life was a horrible mess. Her

old, simple lifethe one shed had before this school year startedseemed like it belonged to a different girl entirely.

Suddenly, she felt someones fingernails trace the back of her neck. A chill ran up her back, and she whirled around. It was only a tendril from another rosebush, its thorns fat and sharp, the roses plump. Then, Emily noticed something on one of the windows a few feet away. Her mouth fell open. There was writing in the condensation. I see you. Two wide-open, heavily lashed eyes were drawn next to the words. It was signed A.

Emily rushed to the writing to wipe it away with her sleeve. Had it been here all along? Why hadnt she seen it? Then, something else struck her. Because of the greenhouses humidity, water only condensed on its inside walls, so whoever had written this had to be...inside.

Emily turned around, looking for some kind of tell-tale sign, but the only people glancing in her direction were Maya, Carolyn, and the lacrosse boys. Everyone else was milling around the greenhouse door, waiting for lunch period to end, and Emily couldnt help but wonder if A was among them.

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AND IN ANOTHER GARDEN ACROSS TOWN...

Friday afternoon, Spencer leaned over her mothers flower bed, pulling out the thick, stubborn weeds. Her mother usually did the gardening herself, but Spencer was doing it in an attempt to be niceand to absolve herself of something, although she wasnt sure what.

The multicolored balloons her mother had bought a few days ago to celebrate the Golden Orchid were still tied to the patio rail. Congratulations, Spencer! they all said. Next to the words were pictures of blue ribbons and trophies. Spencer glanced into the balloons shiny Mylar fabric; her warped reflection stared back. It was like looking into a funhouse mirrorher face looked long instead of round, her eyes were small instead of large, and her button nose looked wide and enormous. Maybe it was this balloon girl, not Spencer, whod cheated to become a Golden Orchid finalist. And maybe Balloon Girl had been the one whod fought with Ali the night she disappeared, too.

The sprinkler system came on next door at the DiLaurentises old house. Spencer stared up at Alis old window. It was the last one at the back, directly across from Spencers. She and Ali had felt so lucky their rooms faced each other. They had window signals when it was past phone curfewone blink of the flashlight meant, I cant sleep, can you? Two blinks meant, Good night. Three meant, We need to sneak out and talk in person.

The memory from Dr. Evanss office floated into her head again. Spencer tried to push it down, but it bobbed right back up. You care way too much, Ali had said. And that far-off crack. Where had it come from?

Spencer! a voice whispered. She whirled around, heart pounding. She faced the woods that bordered the back of her house. Ian Thomas stood between two dogwoods.

What are you doing here? she hissed, glancing toward the edge of the yard. Melissas barn was just a

few hundred yards away. Watching my favorite girl. Ians eyes grazed down her body.

Theres a stalker running around, Spencer warned him sternly, trying to suppress the hot, excited feeling in her stomach she always got when Ian looked at her. You should be careful.

Ian scoffed. Whos to say Im not part of the neighborhood watch? Maybe Im protecting you from the stalker? He pushed his palm flat up against the tree.

Are you? Spencer asked.

Ian shook his head. Nah. I actually cut through here from my house. I was coming to see Melissa. He paused, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. What do you think of me and Melissa being back together?

Spencer shrugged. Its none of my business. It isnt? Ian held her gaze, not even blinking. Spencer looked away, her cheeks hot. Ian wasnt making

a reference to their kiss. He couldnt be.

She revisited that moment again. Ians mouth had hit hers so roughly that their teeth had smacked together. Afterward, her lips had felt achy and sore. When Spencer told Ali the exciting news, Ali had cackled. What, do you think Ians going to go out with you? she taunted. Doubtful.

She eyed Ian now, calm and casual and oblivious that hed been the cause of all that strife. She sort of wished she hadnt kissed him. It seemed like it had started a domino effectit had led to the fight in the barn, which had led to Ali leaving, which had led to...what?

So Melissa told me youre in therapy, huh? Ian asked. Pretty crazy.

Spencer stiffened. It seemed odd, Melissa talking about therapy to Ian. The sessions were supposed to be private. It isnt that crazy.

Really? Melissa said she heard you screaming. Spencer blinked. Screaming? Ian nodded. W-what was I saying? She didnt say you were saying anything. Just that you were screaming.

Spencers skin prickled. The DiLaurentises sprinkler system sounded like a billion little guillotines, chopping off grass-blade heads. I have to go. She walked crookedly toward the house. I think I need some water.

One more sec. Ian stepped toward her. Have you seen whats in your woods? Spencer stiffened. Ian had such a strange look on his face that Spencer wondered if maybe it was

something of Alis. One of her bones. A clue. Something to make sense of Spencers memory.

Then Ian thrust out his open fist. Inside were six plump, pulpy blackberries. You have the most amazing blackberry bushes back here. Want one?

The berries had stained Ians palm a dark, bloody purple. Spencer could see his love line and life line and all the strange etchings near his fingers.

She shook her head. I wouldnt eat anything from those woods, she said. After all, Ali had been killed there.

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SPECIAL DELIVERY FOR HANNA MARIN

Friday evening, a pimply, over-gelled T-Mobile salesperson inspected Hannas BlackBerry screen. Your phone looks okay to me, he said. And your battery is functioning.

Well, you must not be looking hard enough, Hanna replied gruffly, leaning up against the stores glass counter.

What about the service? Is T-Mobile down? No. The sales boy pointed to the bars in the BlackBerrys window. See? Five bars. Looks great.

Hanna breathed forcefully through her nose. Something was going on with her BlackBerry. Her phone hadnt rung once all night. Mona might have ditched her, but Hanna refused to believe that everyone else would follow so quickly. And she thought A might text again, filling Hanna in with more information about Mona and her possible lipo, or explaining what it meant when A said that one of her friends had a big secret that had yet to be revealed.

Do you just want to buy a new BlackBerry? the sales guy asked.

Yes, Hanna said sharply, conjuring up a voice that sounded surprisingly like her mothers. One that works this time, please.

The sales guy looked tired. Im not going to be able to transfer over your information from this one, though. We dont do that at this location.

Its fine, Hanna snapped. I have a hard copy of everything at home.

The sales guy retrieved a new phone from the back, pulled it out of its Styrofoam bed, and started hitting some buttons. Hanna leaned on the counter and watched the shoppers stream through the King James Mall concourse, trying not to think about what she and Mona usually did on Friday nights. First, theyd buy a Happy Friday outfit to reward themselves for making it through another week; next, theyd hit a sushi place for the salmon platter; and thenHannas favorite parttheyd go home and gossip on Hannas queen-size bed, laughing and making fun of the Ouch! of the Day column in CosmoGirl!. Hanna had to admit that it was hard to talk to Mona about certain thingsshed sidestepped any emotional conversations about Sean because Mona thought he was gay, and they were never able to talk about Alis disappearance because Hanna didnt want to dredge up bad memories about her old friends. In fact, the more she thought about it, she wondered what she and Mona did talk about. Boys? Clothes? Shoes? People they hated?

Itll be a minute, the sales guy said, frowning and looking at something on his computer monitor. For some reason, our network isnt responding.

Ha! Hanna thought. There was something wrong with the network. Someone laughed as they entered T-Mobile, and Hanna looked up. She had no time to duck when she

saw Mona walking in with Eric Kahn.

Monas light blond hair stood out against her charcoal gray turtleneck sweater dress, black tights, and tall black boots. Hanna wished she could hide, but she didnt know wherethe T-Mobile register counter was an island in the middle of the store. This stupid place didnt even have any aisles to sneak down or shelves to hide under, just four walls of cell phones and mobile devices.

Before she could do anything, Eric saw her. His eyes flashed with recognition, and he gave Hanna a nod. Hannas limbs froze. Now she knew how a deer felt when it was face-to-face with an oncoming tractor-trailer.

Mona followed Erics gaze. Oh, she said flatly when her eyes met Hannas.

Eric, who must have sensed girl trouble, shrugged and wandered to the back of the store. Hanna took a few steps toward Mona. Hi.

Mona stared at a wall of phone headsets and car adapters. Hey.

A long beat passed. Mona scratched the side of her nose. She had painted her nails with Chanels limited edition La Vernis black lacquerHanna remembered the time theyd stolen two bottles from Sephora. The memory nearly brought tears to Hannas eyes. Without Mona, Hanna felt like a great outfit without matching accessories, a screwdriver that was all orange juice and no vodka, an iPod without headphones. She just felt wrong. Hanna thought about the time in the summer after eighth grade when shed tagged along with her mom on a work trip. Hannas cell didnt get service there, and when she came back, there had been twenty voice mails from Mona. It felt weird not talking to you every day, so I decided to tell you everything in messages instead, Mona had said.

Hanna let out a long, shaky breath. T-Mobile smelled overwhelmingly like carpet cleaner and sweatshe hoped it wasnt her own. I saw that message we painted on top of your garage the other day, she blurted out. You know,

HM + MV = BBBBBFF? You can see it from the sky. Clear as day. Mona seemed startled. Her expression softened. You can?

Uh-huh. Hanna stared at one of T-Mobiles promo posters across the room. It was a cheesy photo of two girls giggling over something, holding their cell phones in their laps. One was auburn-haired, the other blondlike Hanna and Mona.

This is so messed up, Hanna said quietly. I dont even know how this started. Im sorry I missed the Frenniversary, Mon. I didnt want to be hanging out with my old friends. Im not getting close with them or anything.

Mona tucked her chin into her chest. No? Hanna could barely hear her over the malls kiddie train, which was rumbling by right outside the T-Mobile store. There was only one pudgy, miserable-looking boy on the ride.

Not at all, Hanna answered, after the kiddie train passed. Were just...weird stuff is happening to us. I cant explain all of it right now, but if youre patient with me, Ill be able to tell you soon. She sighed. And you know I didnt do that skywriting thing on purpose. I wouldnt do that to you.

Hanna let out a small, squeaky hiccup. She always got the hiccups before she was about to start bawling, and Mona knew it. Monas mouth twitched, and for a second, Hannas heart leapt. Maybe things would be okay.

Then, it was like the cool-girl software inside Monas head re-booted. Her face snapped back to being glossy and confident. She stood up straighter and smiled icily. Hanna knew exactly what Mona was doingshe and Hanna agreed never, ever to cry in public. They even had a rule about it: if they even thought they were going to cry, they had to squeeze their butt cheeks together, remind themselves that they were beautiful, and smile. A few days ago, Hanna wouldve done the same thing, but now, she couldnt see the point. I miss you, Mona, Hanna said. I want things to go back to the way they were.

Maybe, Mona answered primly. Well have to see. Hanna tried to force a smile. Maybe? What did maybe mean?

When she pulled into her driveway, Hanna noticed Wildens police cruiser next to her mothers Lexus. Inside, she found her mother and Darren Wilden snuggled up on the couch watching the news. There was a bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table. By the looks of Wildens T-shirt and jeans, Hanna guessed Supercop was off duty tonight.

The news was showing the leaked video of the five of them again. Hanna leaned against the doorjamb between the living room and the kitchen and watched as Spencer threw herself at her sisters boyfriend, Ian, and Ali sat at the corner of the couch, looking bored. When the clip ended, Jessica DiLaurentis, Alisons mother, appeared on the screen. The video is hard to watch, Mrs. DiLaurentis said. All of this has made us go through our suffering all over again. But we want to thank everyone in Rosewoodyouve all been so wonderful. The time weve spent back here for Alisons investigation has made my husband and me realize how much weve missed it.

For a brief second, the camera panned on the people behind Mrs. DiLaurentis. One of them was Officer Wilden, all gussied up in his cop uniform. There you are! Hannas mother cried, squeezing Wildens shoulder. You look great on camera.

Hanna wanted to vomit. Her mom hadnt even gotten that excited last year when Hanna had been named

Snowflake Queen and had ridden on a float in the Philadelphia Mummers parade.

Wilden swiveled around, sensing Hannas presence in the doorway. Oh. Hi, Hanna. He moved slightly away from Ms. Marin, as if Hanna had just caught him doing something wrong.

Hanna grunted a hello, then turned and opened a kitchen cupboard and pulled down a box of peanut butter Ritz Bits.

Han, a package came for you, her mother called, turning down the TV volume. Package? Hanna repeated, her mouth full of crackers. Yep. It was on the doorstep when we got here. I put it in your room.

Hanna carried the box of Ritz Bits upstairs with her. There was indeed a large box propped up against her bureau, right next to her miniature pinscher Dots Gucci dog bed. Dot stretched off the bed, his tiny nubby tail wagging. Hannas fingers trembled as she used her nail scissors to slice open the packing tape. As she ripped open the box, a few sheets of tissue paper cascaded through the room. And then...a champagne-colored Zac Posen slip dress sat at the bottom.

Hanna gasped. Monas court dress. All tailored and pressed and ready to wear. She rooted around the bottom of the box for a note of explanation but couldnt find one. Whatever. This could only mean one thingshe was forgiven.

The corners of Hannas lips slowly spread into a grin. She leapt onto her bed and started jumping, making her bedsprings squeak. Dot circled around her, yapping crazily. Yessss, Hanna cried, relieved. Shed known Mona would come to her senses. She would be crazy to stay mad at Hanna for long.

She sat back down on the bed and picked up her new BlackBerry. This was short noticeshe probably wouldnt be able to rebook the hair and makeup appointments shed cancelled when she thought she wasnt going to the party. Then she remembered something else: Lucas. Im not invited to Monas party, either, hed said.

Hanna paused, drumming her hands on the BlackBerrys screen. She obviously couldnt bring him to Monas party. Not as her date. Not as anything. Lucas was cute, sure, but he was definitely not party-worthy.

She sat up straighter and flipped through her red leather Coach organizer for Lucass e-mail address. She would write him a short, snippy e-mail so hed know exactly where he stood with her: nowhere. Hed be crushed, but really, Hanna couldnt please everyone now, could she?

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26

SPENCER GETS IN HOT WATER...LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY

Friday evening, Spencer was soaking in the family hot tub. It was one of her favorite things to do, especially at night, when all of the stars glittered in the dark sky. Tonight the only sounds around her were the burbling of the hot tubs jets and the slobbery crunching sounds of Beatrice, one of the familys labradoodles, chewing on a rawhide bone.

Then suddenly, she heard a twig snap. Then another. Then...someone breathing. Spencer turned as her sister, clad in a Nova-check plaid Burberry bikini, climbed down the stairs and settled into the tub, too.

For a while, neither of them said anything. Spencer hid under a beard of bubbles, and Melissa was looking at the umbrella table next to the pool. Suddenly, Melissa inspected her sister. So Im a little annoyed at Dr. Evans.

Why?

Melissa swished her hands around in the water. Sometimes she says all this stuff about me like shes known me for years. Does she do that to you?

Spencer shrugged. Hadnt Melissa warned her Dr. Evans would do that?

Melissa pressed the flat of her hand against her forehead. She told me that I choose untrustworthy men to date. That I actually go after guys I know will never commit or turn into anything long-term because Im afraid of getting close to anyone.

Melissa reached over and drank from her big bottle of Evian, which was sitting next to the tub. Above her head, Spencer saw the silhouette of a large birdor perhaps a batflap past the moon. I was angry about it at first, but now...I dont know. Melissa sighed. Maybe shes right. Ive started to think about all my relationships. Some of the guys Ive gone out with have seemed really untrustworthy, right from the start.

Her eyes needled into Spencer, and Spencer blushed.

Wrens an obvious one, Melissa went on, as if reading Spencers thoughts. Spencer looked away, staring at the waterfall installation that was on the other side of the pool. Shes got me wondering about Ian, too. I think he was cheating on me when we were in high school.

Spencer tensed. Really? Uh-huh. Melissa inspected her perfectly manicured pale peach nails. Her eyes were dark. Im almost

certain. And I think I know who it was. Spencer bit a hangnail on her thumb. What if Melissa had overheard Spencer and Ian in the yard earlier?

Ian had alluded to their kiss. Or, worse: what if Ali had told Melissa what Spencer had done, years ago?

Not long before Ali vanished, Spencers dad had taken the five of them to play paintball. Melissa had come along, too. Im going to tell Melissa what you did, Ali singsonged to Spencer as they put on their jumpsuits in the changing room.

You wouldnt, Spencer hissed back. Oh no? Ali teased. Watch me.

Spencer had followed Ali and the others to the field. They all crouched behind a large bale of hay, waiting for the game to start. Then Ali leaned over and tapped Melissa on the shoulder. Hey, Melissa. I have something to tell you.

Spencer nudged her. Stop it.

The whistle blew. Everyone shot forward and started pelting the other team. Everyone, that was, except for Ali and Spencer. Spencer took Alis arm and dragged her behind a nearby hay bale. She was so angry her muscles were quivering.

Why are you doing this? Spencer demanded.

Ali snickered, leaning against the hay. Why are you doing this? she imitated in a high falsetto. Because its wrong. Melissa deserves to know.

Anger gathered in Spencers body like clouds before a huge thunderstorm. Didnt friends keep each others secrets? Theyd kept the Jenna secret for Ali, after allAli was the one whod lit that firework, Ali was the one who had blinded Jennaand theyd all vowed not to tell. Didnt Ali remember that?

Spencer didnt mean to pull the trigger of the paintball gun...it just happened. Blue paint splattered all over Alis jumpsuit, and Ali let out a startled cry. Then she glared at Spencer and stormed away. What if shed gone and told Melissa then, and Melissa had been waiting all this time for the right moment to drop it on Spencer? Maybe this was it.

Any guesses who it was? Melissa goaded, breaking Spencer out of the memory.

Spencer sank down farther into the hot tubs bubbles, her eyes stinging with chlorine. A kiss hardly qualified as cheating, and it had been so long ago. Nope. No clue.

Melissa sighed. Maybe Dr. Evans is full of it. What does she know, really?

Spencer studied her sister carefully. She thought about what Dr. Evans had said about Melissathat her sister needed validation. That she was jealous of Spencer. It was such a weird possibility to consider. And could Melissas issues have something to do with the time theyd been mugged, Spencer had gotten sick, and Melissa had had to go to her Bee with Yolanda? How many other things had her sister missed out on that summer because her parents were too busy hovering over Spencer? How many times had she been shoved to the side?

I liked when we were friends, said a voice inside Spencers head. I liked quizzing you with your spelling words. I hate the way things are now. Ive hated it for a long time.

Does it really matter if Ian cheated on you in high school? Spencer said quietly. I mean, it was so long ago.

Melissa stared up at the dark, clear sky. All the stars had come out. Of course it matters. It was wrong. And if I ever find out its true, Ian is going to regret it for the rest of his life.

Spencer flinched. Shed never heard Melissa sound so vengeful. And what will you do to the girl?

Melissa turned very slowly and gave Spencer a poisonous smile. At that very moment, the backyards timed lights snapped on. Melissas eyes glowed. Who says I havent done something to her already?

27

OLD HABITS DIE HARD

Late Saturday afternoon, Aria slumped down behind a maple in the McCreadys yard, which was across the street from her own house. She watched as three cookie-selling Girl Scouts strode to her familys front door. Ellas not home, but put her down for a couple boxes of Thin Mints, she wanted to tell the girls. Theyre her favorite.

The girls waited. When no one answered, they went to the next house.

Aria knew it was weird to have biked here from Seans, stalking her own house as if it were a velvet-rope celebrity club and she were a paparazzo, but she missed her family so badly. The Ackards were like the bizarro-Montgomerys. Mr. and Mrs. Ackard had joined the Rosewood Stalker Community Watch Board. Theyd established a twenty-four-hour tip hotline, and in a few days, it would be Mr. and Mrs. Ackards turn to make the nightly rounds. And every time any of them looked at her, Aria felt like they could tell what shed done with Ezra in his office. It was as though she had a big scarlet A on her shirt now, too.

Aria needed to clear her head and purge herself of Ezra. Only, she couldnt stop thinking about him. This whole bike ride had been one Ezra reminder after another. Shed passed a chubby man eating Chicken McNuggets and had gotten weak-kneed from the smell. Shed seen a girl with black plastic glasses just like Ezras and felt chills. Even a cat on a garden wall had reminded her of Ezra, for no good reason at all. But what was she thinking? How could something be so wrong...yet so right at the same time?

As she passed a stone house with its own waterwheel, a Channel 7 news van whizzed by. It disappeared over the hill, the wind slid through the trees, and the sky suddenly darkened. All at once, Aria felt as if a hundred spiders were crawling over her. Someone was watching.

A?

When her Treo let out a whirly little ring, she nearly fell off her bike. She hit the brakes, pulled onto the sidewalk, and reached for it in her pocket. It was Sean.

Where are you? he asked. Um...I went out for a bike ride, she answered, chewing on the cuff of her beat-up red hoodie. Well, come home soon, Sean said. Otherwise well be late to Monas. Aria sighed. Shed completely forgotten about Mona Vanderwaals party. He sighed back at her, too. Do you not want to go?

Aria squeezed the bikes brakes and stared at the beautiful Gothic Revival house in front of her. The owners had decided to paint it royal purple. Arias parents were the only people in the neighborhood who hadnt signed a petition demanding the artist-owners paint it a more conservative color, but the petition hadnt held up in court. Im not really friends with Mona, Aria mumbled. Or anyone else going

to that party. What are you talking about? Sean sounded baffled.

Theyre my friends, so theyre your friends. Were going to have a great time. And, I mean, other than our bike ride, I feel like I havent seen you, really, since you moved in with me. Which is weird, if you think about it.

Suddenly, Arias call waiting beeped. She brought her phone away from her ear and looked at the screen. Ezra. She clapped her hand over her mouth.

Sean, can I put you on hold for a sec? She tried to contain the exhilaration in her voice. Why? Sean asked.

Just...hang on. Aria clicked over. She cleared her throat and smoothed down her hair, as if Ezra were watching her on a video screen. Hello? She tried to sound cool yet seductive.

Aria? She swooned at Ezras sleepy, gravelly voice.

Ezra. Aria feigned surprise. Hi.

A few seconds of silence passed. Aria spun her bikes pedals with her foot and watched a squirrel run across the purple houses lawn. I cant stop thinking about you, Ezra finally admitted. Can you meet me?

Aria squeezed her eyes shut. She knew she shouldnt go. But she so wanted to. She swallowed hard. Hang on.

She clicked back over to Sean. Um, Sean? Who was it? he asked. It was...my mom, Aria fumbled. Really? Thats great, right?

Aria bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. She focused intently on the intricately carved pumpkins on the purple houses steps. I have to go do something, she blurted out. Ill call you later.

Wait, Sean cried. What about Monas? But Arias finger was already switching back to Ezra.

Im back, she said breathlessly, feeling as if shed just competed in some sort of boy triathlon. And Ill be right over.

When Ezra opened the door to his apartment, which was in an old Victorian house in Old Hollis, he was holding a Glenlivet bottle in his right hand. Want some Scotch? he asked.

Sure, Aria answered. She walked into the middle of Ezras living room and sighed happily. Shed thought about this apartment a lot since shed been here last. The billions of books on the shelves, the blue melted candle wax spilling over the mantel in Smurf-like lumps, and the big, useless bathtub in the middle of the room...it all made Aria feel so comfortable. She felt like shed just come home.

They plopped down on Ezras springy, mustard-yellow love seat. Thanks for coming over, Ezra said softly. He was wearing a pale blue T-shirt with a little rip in the shoulder. Aria wanted to stick her finger through the hole.

Youre welcome, Aria said, sliding out of her checkerboard Vans slip-ons. Should we toast?

Ezra thought for a moment, a lock of dark hair falling over his eyes. To coming from messed-up homes, he decided, and touched his glass to hers.

Cheers. Aria tipped the Scotch back. It tasted like glass cleaner and smelled like kerosene, but she didnt care. She drained the Scotch fast, feeling it burn down her esophagus.

Another? he asked, bringing the Glenlivet bottle with him as he sat back down.

Sure, Aria answered. Ezra got up to get more ice cubes and glanced at the tiny muted TV in the corner. There was an iPod commercial on. It was funny to watch someone dance so enthusiastically with no sound.

Ezra returned and poured Aria another drink. With every sip of the Scotch, Arias tough exterior melted away. They talked for a while about Ezras parentshis mom lived in New York City now, his dad in Wayne, a town not too far away. Aria began to talk about her family again. You know what my favorite memory of my parents is? she said, hoping she wasnt slurring. The bitter Scotch was doing a number on her motor skills. My thirteenth birthday at Ikea.

Ezra raised an eyebrow. Youre kidding. Ikeas a nightmare.

It sounds weird, right? But my parents knew someone who was really high up who ran the Ikea store near here, and we rented it out after-hours. It was so much funByron and Ella went there early and planned this whole big scavenger hunt all around the Ikea bedrooms and kitchens and offices. They were so giddy about it. We all had Swedish furniture names for the partyByrons was Ektorp, I think, and Ellas was Klippan. They seemed so...together.

Tears dotted Arias eyes. Her birthday was in April; Aria had found Bryon with Meredith in May, and then Ali had vanished in June. It seemed like that party had been the last perfect, uncomplicated night of her life. Everyone had been so happy, even Aliespecially Ali. At one point in a cavern of Ikea shower curtains, Ali had grabbed Arias hands and whispered, Im so happy, Aria! Im so happy!

Why? Aria had asked. Ali grinned and wiggled. Ill tell you soon. Its a surprise. But shed never had the chance.

Aria traced her finger around the top of the Scotch glass. The news had just come on the TV. They were talking about Aliagain. Murder investigation, the banner at the bottom of the screen said. Alis seventh-grade school picture was in the left-hand corner: Ali flashing her brilliant smile, the diamond

hoops glinting in her ears, her blond hair wavy and lustrous, her Rosewood Day blazer perfectly fitted and lint-free. It was so odd that Ali would be a seventh grader forever.

So, Ezra said. Have you spoken to your dad? Aria turned away from the TV. Not really. He wanted to talk to me, although he probably doesnt now.

Not after the Scarlet A thing.

Ezra frowned. Scarlet A thing?

Aria picked at a loose thread in her favorite APC jeans from Paris. This was not something she could explain to someone who had a degree in English literature. But Ezra was learning forward, his beautiful lips parted in expectation. So she took another sip of Scotch and told him all about Meredith, Hollis, and the dripping red A.

To her horror, Ezra burst out laughing. Youre kidding me. You really did that? Yes, Aria snapped. I shouldnt have told you.

No, no, its great. I love it. Ezra impetuously grabbed Arias hands. His palms were warm and big and slightly sweaty. He met her eyes...then kissed her. First lightly, then Aria leaned in and kissed him harder. They stopped for a moment, and Aria slumped back on the couch.

You okay? Ezra asked softly.

Aria had no idea if she was okay. Shed never felt so much in her life. She couldnt quite figure out what to do with her mouth. I dont

I know we shouldnt be doing this, Ezra interrupted.

Youre my student. Im your teacher. But... He sighed, pushing back a lock of hair. But...I wish that maybe...somehow...this could work.

How badly had she wanted Ezra to say these things weeks ago? Aria felt perfect with himmore alive, more herself. But then Seans face appeared in Arias mind. She saw him leaning over to kiss her the other day in the cemetery when he saw a rabbit. And she saw As note: Careful, careful! Im always watching.

She glanced at the television again. The familiar video clip came on for the billionth time. Aria could read Spencers lips: Want to read her texts? The girls crowded around the phone. Ali swam into the picture. For a moment, Ali looked squarely into the camera, her eyes round and blue. It seemed like she was staring out of the TV screen into Ezras living room...straight at Aria.

Ezra turned his head and noticed what was on. Shit, he said. Im sorry. He rooted around in the pile of magazines and Thai takeout menus on his coffee table and finally found the remote. He switched one channel up, which was QVC. Joan Rivers was selling a giant dragonfly-shaped brooch.

Ezra pointed at the screen. Ill buy that for you, if you want.

Aria giggled. No thanks. She put her hand on Ezras and took a deep breath. So, what you said...about making this work. I...I think I want it to work with you, too.

He brightened and Aria could see her reflection in his glasses. The old grandfather clock near Ezras dining room table chimed out the hour. R-really? he murmured.

Yes. But...but I also want to do it right. She swallowed hard. I have a boyfriend right now. So...I have to take care of that, you know?

Sure, Ezra said. I understand.

They stared at each other for at least a minute more. Aria could have reached over, torn his glasses off, and kissed him a billion times. I think I should go now, she said wistfully.

Okay, Ezra answered, his eyes not leaving hers. But when she slid off the couch and tried to put on her shoes, he pulled at the edge of her T-shirt. Even though shed wanted to leave, she just...couldnt.

Come here, Ezra whispered, and Aria fell back into him. Ezra reached out his arms and caught her.

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SOME OF HER LETTERS ALSO SPELL

JAIL

A little before eight on Saturday night, Spencer was lying on her bed, watching her palm-leaf ceiling fan go around and around. The fan cost more than a decent-running car, but Spencer had begged her mom to buy it because it looked identical to the fan in her private cabana the time her family stayed at the Caves in Jamaica. Now, however, it looked so...Spencer at thirteen.

She got out of bed and slid her feet into her black Chanel sling-backs. She knew she should muster up some enthusiasm for Monas party. She would have last yearthen again, everything had been different last year. All day, shed been having strange visionsfighting with Ali outside the barn, Alis mouth moving but Spencer not hearing the words, Spencer taking a step toward her, a crack. It was as if the memory, pent up for all these years, wanted to be the star.

She swiped more toasted almond-colored gloss on her lips, straightened her kimono-sleeve black dress, and clomped downstairs. When she reached the kitchen, she was surprised to see that her mother, father, and Melissa were sitting at the table around an empty Scrabble board. The two dogs snuggled at their feet. Her father wasnt wearing his standard uniform of either a suit or cycling clothes, but a soft white T-shirt and jeans. Her mom was in yoga pants. The room smelled like steamed milk from the Miele espresso maker.

Hey. Spencer couldnt remember the last time shed seen her parents home on a Saturday night. They were all about being seenwhether it was at a restaurant opening or at the symphony or at one of the dinner parties the partners at her fathers firm were always having.

Spencer! There you are! Mrs. Hastings cried. Guess what we just got? With a flourish, she presented a printout she had been holding behind her back. It had the Philadelphia Sentinel s gothic-script logo on the top. Underneath was the headline, Move Over, Trump! Spencer Hastings Is Coming! Spencer stared at the photo of herself sitting at her fathers desk. The battleship gray Calvin Klein suit with the

raspberry silk camisole underneath had been a good choice.

Jordana just e-mailed us the link, her mother chirped. Sundays front page wont be ready until tomorrow morning, of course, but your story is already up online!

Wow, Spencer said shakily, too unfocused to actually read the story. So this was really happening. How far was this going to go? What if she actually won?

Were going to open a bottle of champagne to celebrate, Mr. Hastings said. You can even have some, Spence. Special occasion and all.

And maybe you want to play Scrabble? Mrs. Hastings asked. Mom, shes all dressed up for a party, Melissa urged. She doesnt want to sit here and drink champagne and play Scrabble. Nonsense, Mrs. Hastings said. Its not even eight yet. Parties dont start this early, do they? Spencer felt trapped. They were all staring at her. I...I guess not, she said.

She dragged a chair back, sat down, and kicked off her shoes. Her father got a bottle of Mo‘t out of the fridge, popped the cork, and took out four Riedel glasses from the cabinet. He poured a whole glass for himself, Spencers mother, and Melissa, and a half glass for Spencer. Melissa put a Scrabble rack in front of her.

Spencer plunged her hand into the velvet bag and selected letters. Her father selected his letters next. Spencer was amazed he knew how to do itshed never seen him play a game, not even on vacation. When do you hear what the judges final decision is? he asked, taking a sip of his champagne.

Spencer shrugged. I dont know. She glanced at Melissa, who gave her a brief, indecipherable smile. Spencer hadnt talked to Melissa since their hot-tub session last night, and she felt a little strange around her sister. Apprehensive, almost.

I had a chance to read it yesterday, Mr. Hastings continued, folding his hands. I love how you updated the concept for modern times.

So who goes first? Spencer asked shrilly. There was no way they were talking about the content of the essay. Not around Melissa.

Didnt 1996s Golden Orchid winner win a Pulitzer last year? Mrs. Hastings asked. No, it was a National Book Award, Melissa said.

Please stop talking about the Golden Orchid, Spencer thought. Then, she realized: for once, they were talking about hernot Melissa.

Spencer looked at her tiles. She had I, A, S, J, L, R, and H. She rearranged the letters and almost choked on her tongue. LIAR SJH. SJH, as in Spencer Jill Hastings.

Outside, the sky was raven-colored. A dog howled. Spencer grabbed her champagne flute and drained

its contents in three seconds flat. Someones not driving for at least an hour, her father mock-scolded. Spencer tried to laugh, sitting on her hands so her dad wouldnt see that they were shaking. Mrs. Hastings spelled WORM with her tiles. Your turn, Spence, she said.

As Spencer picked up her L tile, Melissas slim Motorola lit up. A fake cello vibrated out of the cells speaker, playing the theme to Jaws. Duh-DUH. Duh-DUH. Spencer could see the screen from here: new text message.

Melissa flipped the screen open, angling it away from Spencers view. She frowned. Huh? she said aloud.

What is it? Mrs. Hastings asked, raising her eyes from her tiles.

Melissa scratched her head. The great Scottish economist Adam Smiths invisible-hand concept can be summed up very easily, whether its describing the markets of the nineteenth century or those of the twenty-first: you might think people are doing things to help you, but in reality, everyone is only out for himself. Weird! Why would someone send me part of an essay I wrote when I was in high school?

Spencer opened her mouth to speak, but only a dry exhalation came out.

Mr. Hastings put down his glass. Thats Spencers Golden Orchid essay.

Melissa examined the screen. No, its not, its my... She looked at Spencer. No.

Spencer shrank down in her chair. Melissa, it was a mistake.

Melissas mouth was open so wide, Spencer saw the silver fillings in her molars. You bitch!

Things got out of hand! Spencer cried. The situation slipped away from me!

Mr. Hastings frowned, confused. Whats going on?

Melissas face contorted, the corners of her eyes turning down and her lips curling up sinisterly. First you steal my boyfriend. And then my paper? Who do you think you are?

I said I was sorry! Spencer cried at the same time.

Wait. Its...Melissas paper? Mrs. Hastings said, growing pale.

There must be some mistake, Mr. Hastings insisted.

Melissa put her hands on her hips. Should I tell them? Or would you like to?

Spencer jumped up. Tell on me like you always do. She ran down the hall toward the stairs. Youve gotten so good at it by now.

Melissa followed. They need to know what a liar you are.

They need to know what a bitch you are, Spencer shot back. Melissas lips spread into a smile. Youre so lame, Spencer. Everyone thinks so. Including Mom and

Dad. Spencer scrambled up the stairs backwards. They do not!

Yes, they do! Melissa taunted. And its the truth, isnt it? Youre a boyfriend-stealing, plagiarizing, pathetic little bitch!

Im so sick of you! Spencer screamed. Why dont you just die?

Girls! Mr. Hastings cried.

But it was as if the sisters were in a force-field bubble all their own. Melissa didnt break her stare from Spencer. And Spencer started shaking. It was true. She was pathetic. She was worthless.

Rot in hell! Spencer screamed. She took two stairs at a time. Melissa was right behind her. Thats right, little baby who means nothing, run away! Shut up!

Little baby who steals my boyfriends! Who isnt even smart enough to write her own papers! What were you going to say on TV if you won, Spencer? Yes, I wrote every word of it myself. Im such a smart, smart girl! What, did you cheat on the PSATs, too?

It felt like fingernails scraping against Spencers heart. Stop it! she rasped, nearly tripping over an empty J. Crew box her mother had left on the steps.

Melissa grabbed Spencers arm and swung her around. She put her face right up to Spencers. Her breath smelled like espresso. Little baby wants everything of mine, but you know what? You cant have what I have. You never will.

All the anger that Spencer had held in for years broke free and flooded her body, making her feel hot, then wet, then shaky. Her insides were so bathed in fury they were starting to prune. She braced herself against the railing, grabbed Melissa by the shoulders and started to shake her as if she were a Magic Eight Ball. Then she shoved her. I said, stop it!

Melissa stumbled, grabbing the railing for support. A frightened look danced over her face.

A crack started to form in Spencers brain. But instead of Melissa she saw Ali. They both wore the same smug, Im everything and youre nothing expression. You try to steal everything away from me. But you cant have this. Spencer smelled the dewy humidity and saw the lightning bugs and felt Alis breath close to her face. And then, a strange force invaded Spencers body. She let out an agonized grunt from somewhere deep inside her and shot forward. She saw herself reaching out and pushing Alior was it Melissa?with all her strength. Both Melissa and Ali fell backward. Their heads both made skull-shattering cracks as they fell against something. Spencers vision cleared and she saw Melissa tumbling down, down, down the stairs, falling into a heap at the bottom.

Melissa! Mrs. Hastings cried. And then, everything went black.

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THERES A FULL MOON AT THE HOLLIS PLANETARIUM

Hanna staggered to the planetarium gates a little after nine. It was the weirdest thing, but it was kind of hard to walk in the court dress. Or sit down. Or, well, breathe.

Okay, so the whole thing was too damn tight. It had taken Hanna forever to wriggle into the thing and then even longer to zip up the back. She had even considered borrowing her moms Spanx girdle, but that would have meant taking the dress off and going through the zipper torture again. The process had taken so long, in fact, shed hardly had time to do anything else before coming here, like touch up her makeup, tally the calories shed eaten today, or import her old phone numbers into her new BlackBerry.

Now the dress fabric seemed to have shrunk even more. It cut into her skin and clung so tightly to her hips that she had no idea how she would pull it up to pee. Every time she moved, she could hear tiny threads tearing. There were certain spots, too, like around the belly, the side of her boobs, and across her butt, that...bulged.

She had eaten a lot of Cheez-Its over the past few days...and shed tried really hard not to throw any of them up. Could she have gained weight that fast? What if something was suddenly wrong with her metabolism? What if she had turned into one of those girls who gained weight by simply looking at food?

But she had to wear this dress. Maybe the fabric would loosen the more she wore it, like leather. The party would probably be dark, too, so no one would notice. Hanna tottered up the planetariums steps, feeling a bit like a stiff, champagne-colored penguin.

She heard the pumping bass from inside the building and steeled herself. She hadnt felt this nervous about a party since Alis seventh-grade Halloween bash, when shed still felt like she was teetering on the edge of dorkdom. Not long after Hanna had arrived, Mona and her geeky friends Chassey Bledsoe and Phi Templeton had shown up as three Hobbits from The Lord of the Rings. Ali had taken one look at them and turned them away. You look like youre covered in fleas, shed said, laughing in their faces.

The day after Alis party, when Hanna had gone with her mom to the grocery store, shed seen Mona and her dad in the checkout line. There, on the lapel of Monas denim jacket, was the crystal-studded jack-o-lantern pin that had been in Alis party gift bag. Mona was wearing it proudly, as if she belonged.

Hanna felt a twinge of guilt about ditching Lucashe hadnt e-mailed her back after she cancelled on himbut what choice did she have? Mona had all but forgiven her in T-Mobile and then sent her the dress. Best friends always came first, especially best friends like Mona.

She carefully pushed through the large metal front door. Immediately, the music washed over her like a wave. She saw bluish ice sculptures in the main hall, and farther back, a giant trapeze. Glittering planets hung from the ceiling, and an enormous video screen loomed over the stage. A larger-than-life Noel Kahn gazed through a telescope on the Jumbotron.

Oh my God, Hanna heard behind her. She turned around. Naomi and Riley stood by the bar. They wore matching emerald sheaths and carried tiny satin clutches. Riley smirked behind her hand, giving Hanna the once-over. Naomi let out a loud guffaw. Hanna would have nervously pulled in her stomach if the dress hadnt already unnaturally been doing it for her.

Nice dress, Hanna, Riley said smoothly. With her blazing red hair and shiny bright green dress, she looked like an inverted carrot.

Yeah, it looks really good on you, Naomi simpered.

Hanna stood up straighter and strode away. She skirted around a black-suited waitress carrying a tray of mini crab cakes and tried not to look at them, worried she really might gain a pound. Then she watched as the image on the Jumbotron changed. Nicole Hudson and Kelly Hamilton, Riley and Naomis bitchy underlings, appeared on the screen. They also wore slinky green sheaths and carried the same delicate satin bags. Happy birthday, Mona, from your party court posse! they cried, blowing kisses.

Hanna frowned. Party court? No. The court dress wasnt greenit was champagne. Right?

Suddenly, a crowd of dancing kids parted. A beautiful blond girl strode right up to Hanna. It was Mona. She wore the exact same champagne-colored Zac Posen gown as Hannathe one theyd both been fitted for at Saks. Except hers didnt pull across the stomach or the ass. The zipper didnt look puckered and strained, and there were no bulges. Instead, it accentuated Monas thin waist and showed off her long, lithe legs.

Monas eyes boggled. What are you doing here? She looked Hanna up and down, her mouth wobbling into a smile. And where the hell did you get that dress?

You sent it to me, Hanna answered.

Mona stared at her like she was crazy. She pointed at Riley. Thats the court dress. I changed it. I wanted to be the only one wearing champagnenot all of us. She looked Hanna up and down. And certainly not any whales.

Everyone tittered, even the waitresses and the bartender. Hanna stepped back, confused. The room was quieter for a momentthe DJ was between songs. Mona wrinkled her nose and Hanna suddenly felt like a drawstring had pulled her throat closed. It all made horrible, sickening sense.

Of course Mona hadnt sent the dress. A had. Please leave. Mona crossed her arms over her chest and stared pointedly at Hannas various bulges. I

disinvited you, remember?

Hanna walked toward Mona, wanting to explain, but she stepped down unsteadily on her gold Jimmy Choo heel. She felt her ankle twist, her legs go out from under her, and her knees hit the ground. Worse, Hanna heard a loud, undeniable riiiiiiiip. Suddenly, her butt felt a lot less constricted. As she twisted around to assess the damage, her side seam gave way, too. The whole side of the dress burst open from Hannas ribs to her hip, exposing the thin, lacy straps of her Eberjey bra and thong.

Oh my God! Riley cried. Everyone howled with laughter. Hanna tried to cover herself up, but she didnt know where to start. Mona just stood there and let it happen, beautiful and queenlike in her perfect-fitting gown. It was hard for Hanna to imagine that only days ago, theyd loved each other as only best friends could.

Mona placed her hands on her hips and looked over at the others. Come on, girls, she sniffed. This train wreck isnt worth our time.

Hannas eyes filled with tears. Kids started to trample away, and someone tripped over Hanna, spilling warm beer on her legs. This train wreck isnt worth our time. Hanna heard the words echo in her head. Then she thought of something.

Remember when you saw Mona leaving the Bill Beach plastic surgery clinic? Hello, lipo!!

Hanna propped herself up against the cool marble floor. Hey, Mona.

Mona turned and stared at her.

Hanna took a deep breath. You look a lot skinnier since I saw you leaving Bill Beach. For lipo.

Mona cocked her head. But she didnt look horrified or embarrassedjust confused. She let out a snort and rolled her eyes. Whatever, Hanna. Youre so pathetic.

Mona tossed her hair over her shoulder and wove toward the stage. A wall of kids quickly separated them. Hanna sat up, covering the tear on her side with one hand and the tear on her ass with the other. And then, she saw it: her face, magnified a billion times on the Jumbotron screen. There was a long, panning shot of her dress. The fat under her arms bulged. The lines of her thong showed through the tight fabric. The Hanna on the screen took a step toward Mona and toppled over. The camera captured her dress splitting apart.

Hanna screamed and covered her eyes. Everyones laughter felt like needles tattooing her skin. Then she felt a hand on her back. Hanna.

Hanna peeped through her hands. Lucas? He was wearing dark trousers, an Atlantic Records T-shirt, and a pinstriped jacket. His longish blond

hair looked thick and wild. The look on his face said hed seen everything. He took off his jacket and handed it to her. Here. Put this on. Lets get you out of here.

Mona was climbing onstage. The crowd quivered with anticipation. On any normal party night, Hanna would have been front and center, ready to grind to the music. But instead, she grabbed Lucass arm.

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CHANGE IS GOOD...EXCEPT WHEN ITS NOT

On Saturday evening, Emily laced up her rental ice skates until she could barely feel the circulation in her feet. I cant believe we have to wear three pairs of socks, she complained to Becka, who was next to her on the bench, lacing up the pair of white skates shed brought from home.

I know, Becka agreed, adjusting her lace headband. But it keeps your feet from getting cold.

Emily tied her skate laces in a bow. It had to be about fifty degrees in the rink, but she was only in a Rosewood Swimming short-sleeve T-shirt. She felt so numb, cold didnt affect her. On the way here, Emily told Becka that her first Tree Tops session was Monday. Becka seemed startled, then happy. Emily didnt say much else the rest of the ride over. All she was thinking about was how shed rather be with Maya.

Maya. Whenever Emily shut her eyes, she saw Mayas angry face in the greenhouse. Emilys cell phone had been quiet all day. Part of her wanted Maya to call, to try to get Emily back. And then of course, part of her didnt. She tried to look at the positivesnow that her parents saw that she was really making a commitment to Tree Tops, they had been kinder to her. At Saturday swim practice, Coach Lauren had told her that the U of A swim coach still wanted to meet with her. All the swim team boys were still hitting on her and inviting Emily to hot-tub parties, but it was better than them making fun of her. And as they were driving home from practice, Carolyn had said, I like this CD, when Emily slid some old No Doubt into the player. It was a start.

Emily stared at the ice rink. After The Jenna Thing, she and Ali used to come here practically every weekend, and nothing about the place had changed since then. There were still the same blue benches that everyone sat on to lace up their boots, the machine that dispensed hot chocolate that tasted like aspirin, the giant plastic polar bear that greeted everyone at the main entrance. The whole thing was so eerily nostalgic, Emily almost expected to see Ali out on the ice practicing her backward crossovers. The rink was practically empty tonight, thoughthere were clusters of kids, but no one Emilys age. Most likely, they were all at Monas partyin a parallel world, Emily would have been there too.

Becka?

Emily and Becka looked up. A tall girl with short dark curly hair, a button nose, and hazel eyes stared at them. She had on a pink A-line dress, white cable-knit tights, a delicate pearl bracelet, and hot pink lip gloss. A pair of white ice skates with rainbow laces dangled from her wrists.

Wendy! Becka cried, standing up. She went to hug Wendy but then seemed to correct herself and stood back. Youre...youre here!

Wendy had a big smile on her face. Wow, Becks. You look...great.

Becka smiled sheepishly. So do you. She inspected Wendy almost in disbelief, as if Wendy had been resurrected from the dead. You cut your hair.

Wendy touched it self-consciously. Is it too short? No! Becka said quickly. Its really cute.

Both of them kept smiling and giggling. Emily coughed, and Becka looked over. Oh! This is Emily. My new Tree Tops friend.

Emily shook Wendys hand. Wendys short fingernails were painted seashell pink, and there was a PokŽmon appliquŽ on her thumb.

Wendy sat down and started lacing up her skates. Do you guys skate a lot? Emily asked. You both have your own skates.

We used to, Wendy said, glancing at Becka. We took lessons together. Well...sort of. Becka giggled and Emily glanced at her, confused. What? Nothing, Becka answered. Just...remember the skate rental room, Wendy? Oh my God. Wendy clapped a hand over her mouth.

The look on that guys face! Oh-kaaay. Emily coughed again, and Becka immediately stopped laughing, as if she realized where she

wasor, perhaps, who she was.

When Wendy finished lacing up, they all stepped onto the rink. Wendy and Becka immediately twirled around and began skating backward. Emily, who only knew how to skate forward in a somewhat jerky fashion, felt bumbling and oafish next to them.

No one said anything for a while. Emily listened to the slicing noises their skates made in the ice. So, are you still seeing Jeremy? Wendy asked Becka.

Becka chewed on the end of her wool mitten. Not really. Whos Jeremy? Emily asked, skirting around a blond girl in a Brownie uniform.

A guy I met at Tree Tops, Becka answered. She glanced at Wendy uncomfortably. We went out for a month or two. It didnt really work out.

Wendy shrugged and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Yeah, I was going out with a girl from history class, but it didnt go anywhere either. And I have a blind date next week, but Im not sure if Ill go. Apparently shes into hip-hop. She wrinkled her nose.

Emily suddenly realized that Wendy had said she. Before she could ask, Becka cleared her throat. Her jaw was tense. I might go on a blind date, too, she said, louder than usual. With another boy from

Tree Tops.

Well, good luck with that, Wendy said stiffly, spinning to skate forward again. Only, she didnt take her eyes off Becka, and Becka didnt take her eyes off Wendy. Becka skated up next to Wendy, it seemed like she purposefully bumped hands.

The lights dimmed. A disco ball descended from the ceiling and colored lights swirled around the rink. Everyone except for a few couples tottered off the ice. Couples skate, said an Isaac Hayes imposter over the loudspeaker. Grab the one you love.

The three of them collapsed on a nearby bench as Unchained Melody belted out of the speakers. Ali had once remarked that she was tired of sitting out of couples skate. Why dont we just skate together, Em? she suggested, offering Emily her hand. Emily would never forget what it felt like to wrap her arms around Ali. To smell the sweet, Granny Smith apple scent of Alis neck. To squeeze Alis hands when Ali lost her balance, to accidentally brush her arm against Alis bare skin.

Emily wondered if shed remember that event differently next week. Would Tree Tops wipe those feelings from her mind, the way the Zamboni machine smoothed away all the nicks and skate-marks from the ice?

Ill be back, Emily murmured, stumbling clumsily on the blades of her skates to the bathroom. Inside, she ran her hands under scalding hot water and stared at herself in the streaky mirror. Doing Tree Tops was the right decision, she told her reflection. It was the only decision. After Tree Tops, she would probably date boys just like Becka did. Right?

When she walked back to the rink, she noticed that Becka and Wendy had left the bench. Emily plopped down, figuring theyd gone to get a snack, and stared at the darkened rink. She saw couples with their hands intertwined. Others were attempting to kiss while skating. One couple hadnt even made it to the icethey were going at it by one of the entrances. The girl plunged her hands into the guys curly dark hair.

The slow song abruptly ended and the fluorescent lights snapped back on. Emilys eyes widened at the couple by the door. The girl wore a familiar lace headband. Both were wearing white ice skates. The guys had rainbow laces. And...he was in a pink A-line dress.

Becka and Wendy saw Emily at the same time. Beckas mouth went round, and Wendy looked away. Emily could feel herself shaking.

Becka walked over and stood next to Emily. She exhaled a puff of frosty air. I guess I should explain, huh?

The ice smelled cold, like snow. Someone had left a single, child-size red mitten on the next bench over. On the rink, a child swooped by and cried, Im an airplane! Emily stared at Becka. Her chest felt tight.

I thought Tree Tops worked, Emily said quietly.

Becka ran her hands through her long hair. I thought it did, too. But after seeing Wendy...well, I guess you got the picture. She pulled her Fair Isle sweaters cuffs down over her hands. Maybe you cant really change.

A hot feeling spread in Emilys stomach. Thinking that Tree Tops could change something so fundamental

about her had scared her. It seemed so against the principles of...of being human, maybe. But it couldnt. Maya and Becka were rightyou couldnt change who you were.

Maya. Emily clapped her hand over her mouth. She needed to talk to Maya, right now. Um, Becka, she said quietly. Can I ask you a favor?

Beckas eyes softened. Sure. Emily skated for the exit. I need you to drive me to a party. Right now. Theres someone I have to see.

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THEY FOUGHT THE LAW AND THE LAW WON

Aria squinted into the lens of her Sony Handycam as Spencer adjusted the rhinestone crown perched atop her head. Hey, guys, Spencer whispered, sauntering over to an LG flip phone that was lying right side up on the Hastingses leather couch. Want to read her texts?

I do, Hanna whispered. Emily stood up from her perch on the leather couchs arm. I dont know....

Cmon. Dont you want to know who texted her? Spencer demanded. Spencer, Hanna, and Emily gathered around Alis cell phone. Aria took the camera off the tripod and moved closer, too. She wanted to get all of this on film. All of Alis secrets. She zoomed in to get a good shot of the cell phones screen when suddenly she heard a voice from the hall.

Were you looking at my phone? Ali shrieked, marching into the room.

Of course not! Hanna cried. Ali eyed her cell on the couch, but then turned her attention to Melissa and Ian, who had just come into the kitchen.

Hey, girls, Ian said, stepping into the family room. He glanced at Spencer. Cute crown.

Aria retreated back to her tripod. Spencer, Ian, and Ali gathered on the couch, and Spencer began playing talk-show host. Suddenly, a second Ali walked right up to the camera. Her skin looked gray. Her irises were black and her neon-red lipstick was applied clownishly, in wriggly lines around her mouth.

Aria, Alis doppelganger commanded, staring straight into the lens. Look. The answer is right in front of you.

Aria furrowed her brow. The rest of the scene was rolling forward as usualSpencer was asking Ian about base-jumping. Melissa was growing more pissed off as she put away their takeout bags. The other Alithe normal-looking one on the couchseemed bored. What do you mean? Aria whispered to the Ali in front of the lens.

Its right in front of you, Ali urged. Look!

Okay, okay, Aria said hastily. She searched the room again. Spencer was leaning into Ian, hanging on his every word. Hanna and Emily were perched against the credenza, seeming relaxed and chill. What was Aria supposed to be looking for?

I dont understand, she whimpered.

But its there! Ali screamed. Its. Right. There!

I dont know what to do! Aria argued helplessly.

Just look!

Aria sprang up in bed. The room was dark. Sweat poured down her face. Her throat hurt. When she looked over, she saw Ezra lying on his side next to her, and jumped.

Its okay, Ezra said quickly, wrapping his arms around her. It was just a dream. Youre safe.

Aria blinked and looked around. She wasnt in the Hastingses living room but under the covers of Ezras futon. The bedroom, which was right off the living room, smelled like mothballs and old-lady perfume, the way all Old Hollis houses smelled. A light, peaceful breeze rippled the blinds, and a William Shakespeare bobble-head nodded on the bureau. Ezras arms were around her shoulders. His bare feet rubbed her ankles.

Bad dream? Ezra asked. You were screaming.

Aria paused. Was her dream trying to tell her something? Im cool, she decided. It was just one of those weird nightmares.

You scared me, Ezra said, squeezing her tight.

Aria waited until her breathing returned to normal, listening to the wooden, fish-shaped wind chimes knocking together right outside Ezras window. Then she noticed that Ezras glasses were askew. Did you fall asleep in your glasses?

Ezra put his hand to the bridge of his nose. I guess, he said sheepishly. I fall asleep in them a lot. Aria leaned forward and kissed him. Youre such a weirdo.

Not as weird as you, screamer, Ezra teased, pulling her on top of him. Im going to get you. He started to tickle her waist.

No! Aria shrieked, trying to wriggle away from him.

Stop!

Uh-uh! Ezra bellowed. But his tickling hastily turned into caressing and kissing. Aria shut her eyes and let his hands flutter over her. Then, Ezra flopped back on the pillow. I wish we could just go away and live somewhere else.

I know Iceland really well, Aria suggested. Or what about Costa Rica? We could have a monkey. Or

maybe Capri. We could hang out in the Blue Grotto. I always wanted to go to Capri, Ezra said softly. We could live on the beach and write poems. As long as our pet monkeys can write poems with us, Aria bargained.

Of course, Ezra said, kissing her nose. We can have as many monkeys as you want. He got a far-off look on his face, as if he were actually considering it. Aria felt her insides swell. Shed never felt so happy. This felt...right. They would make it work. She would figure out the rest of her lifeSean, A, her parentstomorrow.

Aria snuggled into Ezra. She started dozing off again, thinking about dancing monkeys and sandy beaches when suddenly, there was pounding at the front door. Before Aria and Ezra could react, the door split open and two policemen burst inside. Aria screamed. Ezra sat up and straightened his boxers, which had pictures of fried eggs, sausages, and pancakes all over them. The words Tasty Breakfast! were scrolled around the waistband. Aria hid under the coversshe was wearing an oversized Hollis University T-shirt of Ezras that barely covered her thighs.

The cops stomped through Ezras living room and into his bedroom. They shined their flashlights first over Ezra, then on Aria. She wrapped the sheets around her tighter, scanning the floor for her clothes and undies. They were gone.

Are you Ezra Fitz? demanded the cop, a burly, Popeye-armed man with slick black hair. Uh...yeah, Ezra stammered. And you teach at Rosewood Day School? Popeye asked. Is this the girl? Your student? What the hell is going on? Ezra shrieked.

Youre under arrest. Popeye unhooked silver handcuffs from his belt. The other cop, who was shorter and fatter and had shiny skin that Aria could only describe as ham-colored, yanked Ezra out of bed. The threadbare, grayish sheets went with him, exposing Arias bare legs. She screamed and dropped to the other side of the bed to hide. She found a pair of plaid pajama pants balled up behind the radiator. She stuffed her legs into them as fast as she could.

You have the right to remain silent, Ham-face began. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

Wait! Ezra screamed.

But the cops didnt listen. Ham-face spun Ezra around and snapped the cuffs on his wrists. He glanced disgustedly at Ezras futon. Ezras jeans and T-shirt were snarled up near the headboard. Aria suddenly noticed that the lacy black bra shed had custom-fitted in Belgium was snagged on one of the bedposts. She quickly ripped it down.

They shoved Ezra through the living room and out his own door, which hung precariously on one hinge. Aria ran after them, not even bothering to put on her checkerboard Vans, which waited in the second ballet position on the floor near the television. You cant do this! she shouted.

Well deal with you next, little girl, Popeye growled.

She hesitated in the dingy, dimly lit front hall. The cops restrained Ezra like he was a skinny, breakfast-boxer-clad mental patient. Ham-face kept stepping on his knobby bare feet. It made Aria love him even more.

As they bumbled out the door and onto the front porch, Aria realized someone else was in the hall with her. Her mouth fell open.

Sean, Aria sputtered. What...what are you doing here?

Sean was crumpled up against the gray mailbox unit, staring at Aria with dread and disappointment. What are you doing here? he demanded, staring pointedly at Ezras oversize pajama pants, which were threatening to fall down to her ankles. She quickly yanked them back up.

I was going to explain, Aria mumbled.

Oh yeah? Sean challenged, putting his hands on his hips. He looked sharper tonight, meaner. Not the soft Sean she knew. How long have you been with him?

Aria silently stared at an Acme market coupon circular that had fallen on the floor.

Ive packed up all your stuff, Sean went on, not even waiting for her answer. Its on the porch. Theres no way youre coming back to my house.

But...Sean... Aria said weakly. Where will I go? Thats not my problem, he snapped, storming out the front door.

Aria felt woozy. Through the open door, she could see the cops guiding Ezra down his front walk and pushing him into a Rosewood Police cruiser. After they slammed the back door, Ezra glanced toward his house again. He looked at Aria, then Sean, then back again. There was a betrayed look on his face.

A light switched on in Arias head. She followed Sean to the porch and grabbed his arm. You called the police, didnt you?

Sean crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. She felt dizzy and sick, and clutched the porchs rusty blue-gray glider for balance.

Well once I got this... Sean whipped out his cell phone and brought it close to Arias face. On the screen was a picture of Aria and Ezra kissing in Ezras office. Sean hit the side arrow. There was another photo of them kissing, just from a different angle. I figured I should let the authorities know a teacher was with a student. His lips curled around the word student, as if it was disgusting to him. And on school property, he added.

I didnt mean to hurt you, Aria whispered. And then, she noticed the text message that accompanied the last photo. Her heart sank a few thousand feet deeper.

Dear Sean, I think someones girlfriend has a LOT of explaining to do.

A

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NOT-SO-SECRET LOVERS

And they were all over each other! Emily took a huge sip of the sangria Maya had gotten for them from the planetarium bar. All this time, I was afraid they could, like, change you, but it turns out that its fake! My sponsors back with her girlfriend and everything!

Maya gave Emily a crazy look, poking her in the ribs. You seriously thought they could change you? Emily leaned back. I guess that is stupid, isnt it? Yes. Maya smiled. But Im glad it doesnt work too.

About an hour ago, Becka and Wendy had dropped Emily off at Monas party and she had torn through the rooms, searching for Maya, terrified that she had leftor worse, that she was with someone else. Shed found Maya by herself near the DJ booth, wearing a black-and-white striped dress and patent-leather Mary Janes. Her hair was up in white butterfly clips.

They had escaped outside to a little patch of grass in the planetariums garden. They could see the party still raging through the two-story, frosted-glass windows, but they couldnt hear it. Shady trees, telescopes, and bushes pruned into the shapes of planets filled the garden. A few of the partygoers had spilled out and were sitting on the other side of the patio, smoking and laughing, and there was a couple making out by the giant, Saturn-shaped topiary, but Emily and Maya were pretty much sequestered. They hadnt kissed or anything, but were merely staring up at the sky. It had to be almost midnight, which was normally Emilys curfew, but shed called her mom to say that she would be staying the night at Beckas. Becka had agreed to corroborate the story, if need be.

Look, Emily said, pointing at the stars. That section of stars up there, dont they look like they could form an E if you drew lines between them?

Where? Maya squinted. Emily positioned Mayas chin correctly. There are stars next to them that form an M. She smiled in the

darkness. E and M. Emily and Maya. Its, like, a sign. You and your signs, Maya sighed. They were comfortably quiet for a second.

I was furious at you, Maya said softly. Breaking up with me in the kiln like that. Refusing to even look at me in the greenhouse.

Emily squeezed her hand and stared at the constellations. A tiny jet streaked past, a thousand feet up. Im sorry, she said. I know I havent exactly been fair.

Now Maya eyed Emily carefully. Glittery bronzer illuminated her forehead, cheeks, and nose. She looked more beautiful than Emily had ever seen her. Can I hold your hand? she whispered.

Emily gazed at her own rough, square hand. It had held pencils and paintbrushes and pieces of chalk. Gripped the starting blocks before a swimming race. Clutched a balloon on the swim teams homecoming

float last year. It had held her boyfriend Bens hand...and it had even held Mayas, but it seemed like this time it was more official. It was real.

She knew there were people around. But Maya was righteveryone already knew. The hard part was over, and shed survived. Shed been miserable with Ben, and she hadnt been kidding anybody with Toby. Maybe she should be out there with this. As soon as Becka had said it, Emily knew she was right: she couldnt change who she was. The idea was terrifying but thrilling.

Emily touched Mayas hand. First lightly, then harder. I love you, Em, Maya said, squeezing back. I love you so much.

I love you, too, Emily repeated, almost automatically. And she realizedshe did. More than anyone else, more than Ali, even. Emily had kissed Ali, and for a split second, Ali had kissed her back. But then Ali had pulled back, disgusted. Shed quickly started talking about some boy she was really into, a boy whose name she wouldnt tell Emily because Emily might really freak. Now Emily wondered if there even had been a boy, or if Ali had said it to undo the tiny moment when she had kissed Emily for real. To say, Im not a lesbo. No frickin way.

All this time, Emily had fantasized about what things would have been like if Ali hadnt disappeared, and if that summer and their friendship had proceeded as planned. Now she knew: it wouldnt have gone on. If Ali hadnt disappeared, she would have drifted farther and farther away from Emily. But maybe Emily would still have found her way to Maya.

You okay? Maya asked, noting Emilys silence.

Yeah. They sat quietly for a few minutes, holding hands. Then Maya lifted her head, frowning at something inside the planetarium. Emily followed her eyes to a shadowy figure, staring straight at them. The figure knocked on the glass, making Emily jump.

Who is that? Emily murmured. Whoever it is, Maya said, squinting, theyre coming outside.

Every hair on Emilys body stood up. A? She scooted backward. Then she heard an all-too-familiar voice. Emily Catherine Fields! Get over here!

Mayas mouth dropped open. Oh my God.

Emilys mother stepped under the courtyard spotlights. Her hair was uncombed, she wore no makeup, she had on a ratty T-shirt, and her sneaker lace was untied. She looked ridiculous among the throng of done-up partygoers. A few kids gaped at her.

Emily clumsily struggled off the grass. W-what are you doing here? Mrs. Fields grabbed Emilys arm. I cannot believe you. I get a call fifteen minutes ago saying youre

with her. And I dont believe them! Silly me! I dont believe them! I say theyre lying!

Mom, I can explain!

Mrs. Fields paused and sniffed the air around Emilys face. Her eyes widened. Youve been drinking! she screamed, enraged. What has happened to you, Emily? She glanced down at Maya, who was

sitting very still on the grass, as if Mrs. Fields had put her in suspended animation. Youre not my daughter anymore.

Mom! Emily screamed. It felt like her mother had thrust a curling iron into her eye. That statement sounded so...legal and binding. So final.

Mrs. Fields dragged her to the little gate that led from the courtyard to a back alley that led to the street. Im calling Helene when we get home.

No! Emily broke free, then faced her mother halfway hunched over, the way a sumo wrestler squares off when hes about to fight. How can you say Im not your daughter? she screeched. How can you send me away?

Mrs. Fields reached for Emilys arm again, but Emilys sneakers caught on an uneven divot in the grass. She fell backward, hitting the ground on her tailbone, experiencing a white, blinding flash of pain.

When she opened her eyes, her mother was above her. Get up. Lets go.

No! Emily bellowed. She tried to get up, but her mothers nails pierced her arm. Emily struggled but knew it was hopeless. She glanced once more at Maya, who still hadnt moved. Mayas eyes were huge and watery, and she looked tiny and alone. I might never see her again, Emily thought. This might be it.

Whats so wrong with it? she screamed at her mother. Whats so wrong with being different? How can you hate me for that?

Her mothers nostrils flared. She balled up her fists and opened her mouth, ready to scream something back. And then, suddenly, she seemed to deflate. She turned away and made a small noise at the back of her throat. All at once, she looked so spent. And scared. And ashamed. Without any makeup on and in her pajamas, she seemed vulnerable. There was a redness around her eyes, as if she had been crying for a long time. Please. Lets just go.

Emily didnt know what else to do but get up. She followed her mother down the dark, deserted alley and into a parking lot, where Emily saw their familiar Volvo. The parking lot attendant met her mothers eyes and gave Emily a judging sneer, as if Mrs. Fields had explained why she was parking here and retrieving Emily from the party.

Emily threw herself in the front seat. Her eyes landed on the Dial-a-Horoscope laminated wheel that was in the cars seat pocket. The wheel foretold every signs horoscopes for all the twelve months of this year, so Emily pulled it out, spun the wheel to Taurus, her sign, and looked at Octobers predictions. Your love relationships will become more fulfilling and satisfying. Your relationships may have caused difficulties with others in the past, but all will be smooth sailing from now on.

Ha, Emily thought. She hurled the horoscope card out the window. She didnt believe in horoscopes anymore. Or tarot cards. Or signs or signals or anything else that said things happened for a reason. What was the reason this was happening?

A chill went through her. I get a call fifteen minutes ago saying youre with her.

She dug through her bag, her heart pounding. Her phone had one new message. It had been in her inbox for nearly two hours.

Em, I see you! And if you dont stop it, Im calling you-know-who.

Emily put her hands over her eyes. Why didnt A just kill her instead?

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SOMEONE SLIPS UP. BIG TIME.

First, Lucas gave Hanna a shrunken Rosewood Day sweatshirt and a pair of red gym shorts from his car. An Eagle Scout is always prepared for anything, he proclaimed.

Second, he led Hanna to the Hollis College Reading Room so she could change. It was a few streets over from the planetarium. The reading room was simply thata big room in a nineteenth-century house completely devoted to chilling out and reading. It smelled like pipe smoke and old leather bookbindings and was filled with all sorts of books, maps, globes, encyclopedias, magazines, newspapers, chessboards, leather couches, and cozy love seats for two. Technically, it was only open to college students and faculty, but it was easy enough to jimmy your way in the side door.

Hanna went into the tiny bathroom, removed her ripped dress, and threw it into the little chrome trash can, stuffing it in so it would fit. She slumped out of the bathroom, threw herself on the couch next to Lucas, and just...lost it. Sobs that had been pent up inside of her for weeksmaybe even yearsexploded out of her. No one will like me anymore, she said chokingly, between sobs. And Ive lost Mona forever.

Lucas rubbed her hair. Its all right. She doesnt deserve you anyway.

Hanna cried until her eyes swelled and her throat stung. Finally, she pressed her head into Lucass chest, which was more solid than it looked. They lay there in silence for a while. Lucas ran his fingers through her hair.

What made you come to her party? she asked after a while. I thought you werent invited.

I was invited. Lucas lowered his eyes. But...I wasnt going to go. I didnt want you to feel bad, and I wanted to spend the night with you.

A

Little sparkles of giddiness snapped through her stomach. Im so sorry, she said quietly. Bagging our poker game at the last minute like that, for Monas stupid party.

Its okay, Lucas said. It doesnt matter.

Hanna stared at Lucas. He had such soft blue eyes and adorably pink cheeks. It did matter to her, a lot. She was so consumed with doing the perfect thing all the timewearing the perfect outfit, picking out the perfect ringtone, keeping her body in perfect shape, having the perfect best friend and the perfect boyfriendbut what was all that perfection for? Maybe Lucas was perfect, just in a different way. He cared about her.

Hanna didnt quite know how it had happened, but theyd settled in on one of the cracked-leather love seats, and she was on Lucass lap. Strangely, she didnt feel self-conscious that she was breaking Lucass legs. Last summer, to prepare for her trip with Seans family to Cape Cod, Hanna had eaten nothing but grapefruit and cayenne pepper, and she hadnt let Sean touch her when she was wearing her bathing suit, afraid hed find her Jell-O-ish. With Lucas, she didnt worry.

Her face moved closer to Lucass. His face moved closer to hers. She felt his lips touch her chin, then the side of her mouth, then her mouth itself. Her heart pounded. His lips whispered across hers. He pulled her toward him. Hannas heart was beating so fast and excitedly, she was afraid it would burst. Lucas cradled Hannas head in his hands and kissed her ears. Hanna giggled.

What? Lucas said, pulling away. Nothing, Hanna answered, grinning. I dont know. This is fun.

It was funnothing like the serious, important make-out sessions shed had with Sean, where she felt like a panel of judges was scoring each and every kiss. Lucas was sloppy, wet, and overly joyful, like a boy Labrador. Every so often, hed grab her and squeeze. At one point, he started tickling her, making Hanna squeal and roll off the couch right onto the floor.

Eventually, they were lying on one of the couches, Lucas on top of her, his hands drifting up and down her bare stomach. He took off his shirt and pressed his chest against hers. After a while, they stopped and lay there, saying nothing. Hannas eyes grazed across all the books, chess sets, and busts of famous authors. Then, suddenly, she sat up.

Someone was looking in the window. Lucas! She pointed to a dark shape moving toward the side door.

Dont panic, Lucas said, easing off the couch and creeping toward the window. The bushes shook. A lock began to turn. Hanna clamped down on Lucass arm.

A was here.

Lucas...

Shhh. Another click. Somewhere, a lock was turning. Someone was coming in. Lucas cocked his head to listen. Now there were footsteps coming from the back hall. Hanna took a step backward. The floor creaked. The footsteps came closer.

Hello? Lucas grabbed his shirt and pulled it on backward. Whos there? No one answered. There were more creaks. A shadow slithered across the wall.

Hanna looked around and grabbed the largest thing she could finda Farmers Almanac from 1972. Suddenly, a light flicked on. Hanna screamed and raised the almanac over her head. Standing before them was an older man with a beard. He wore small, wire-framed glasses and a corduroy jacket and held his hands over his head in surrender.

Im with the history department! the old man sputtered. I couldnt sleep. I came here to read.... He looked at Hanna strangely. Hanna realized the neck of Lucass sweatshirt was pulled to the side, exposing her bare shoulder.

Hannas heart started to slow down. She put the book back on the table. Sorry, she said. I thought

Wed better go anyway. Lucas sidestepped the old man and pulled Hanna out the side door. When they were next to the houses iron front gate, he burst into giggles.

Did you see that guys face? he hooted. He was terrified!

Hanna tried to laugh along, but she felt too shaken. We should go, she whispered, her voice trembling. I want to go home.

Lucas walked Hanna to the valet at Monas party. She gave the valet the ticket for her Prius, and when he brought it back, she made Lucas look all through it to make sure no one was hiding in the backseat. When she was safely inside with the door locked, Lucas tapped his hand against the window and mouthed that hed call her tomorrow. Hanna watched him walk away, feeling both excited and horribly distracted.

She started down the planetariums spiral drive. Every twenty feet or so was a banner advertising the new exhibit.

THE BIG BANG , they all said. They showed a picture of the universe exploding.

When Hannas cell phone beeped, she jumped so violently, she nearly broke out of the seat belt. She pulled over into the bus lane and whipped her phone out of her bag with trembling fingers. She had a new text.

Oops, guess it wasnt lipo! Dont believe everything you hear!

A

Hanna looked up. The street outside the planetarium was quiet. All the old houses were closed up tight, and there wasnt a single person on the street. A breeze kicked up, making the flag on the porch of an old Victorian house flap and a jack-o-lantern-shaped leaf bag on its front lawn flutter.

Hanna looked back down at the text. This was odd. As latest text wasnt from caller unknown, as it usually was, but an actual number. And it was a 610 numberRosewoods area code.

The number seemed familiar, although Hanna never memorized anyones numbershed gotten a cell in seventh grade and had since relied on speed dial. There was something about this number, though....

Hanna covered her mouth with her hand. Oh my God, she whispered. She thought about it another moment. Could it seriously be?

Suddenly, she knew exactly who A was.

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ITS RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF YOU

Another coffee? A waitress who smelled like grilled cheese and had a very large mole on her chin hovered over Aria, waving a coffee carafe around.

Aria glanced at her nearly empty mug. Her parents would probably say this coffee was loaded with carcinogens, but what did they know? Sure, she answered.

This was what it had come to. Aria sitting in a booth at the diner near Ezras house in Old Hollis with all of her worldly goodsher laptop, her bike, her clothes, her booksaround her. She had nowhere to go. Not Seans, not Ezras, not even her own familys. The diner was the only place open right now, unless you counted the twenty-four-hour Taco Bell, which was a total stoner hangout.

She stared at her Treo, weighing her options. Finally, she dialed her home number. The phone rang six times before the answering machine picked up. Thanks for calling the Montgomerys, Ellas cheery voice rang out. Were not home right now....

Please. Where on earth would Ella be after midnight on a Saturday? Mom, pick up, Aria said into the machine after it beeped. I know youre there. Still nothing. She sighed. Listen. I need to come home tonight. I broke up with my boyfriend. I have nowhere else to stay. Im sitting at a diner, homeless.

She paused, waiting for Ella to answer. She didnt. Aria could imagine her standing over the phone, listening. Or maybe she wasnt at all. Maybe shed heard Arias voice and walked back up the stairs to bed. Mom, Im in danger, she pleaded. I cant explain how, exactly, but Im...Im afraid somethings going to happen to me.

Beep. The answering machine tape cut her off. Aria let her phone clatter to the Formica tabletop. She could call back, but what would be the point? She could almost hear her mothers voice: I cant even look at you right now.

She lifted her head, considering something. Slowly, Aria picked up her Treo again and scrolled through her texts. Byrons text with his number was still there. Taking a deep breath, she dialed. Byrons sleepy voice answered.

Its Aria, she said quietly. Aria? Byron echoed. He sounded stunned. Its, like, two in the morning. I know. The diners jukebox switched records. The waitress married two ketchup bottles. The last

remaining people besides Aria got up from their booth, waved good-bye to the waitress, and pushed through the front door. The diners bells jingled.

Byron broke the silence. Well, its nice to hear from you.

Aria curled her knees into her chest. She wanted to tell him that hed messed up everything, making her keep his secret, but she felt too drained to fight. And also...part of her really missed Byron. Byron was her dad, the only dad she knew. He had warded off a snake that had slithered into Arias path during a hiking trip to the Grand Canyon. Hed gone down to talk to Arias fifth-grade art teacher, Mr. Cunningham, when he gave Aria an F on her self-portrait because she had drawn herself with green scales and a forked tongue. Your teacher simply doesnt understand postmodern expressionism, Byron had said, grabbing his coat to go do battle. Byron used to pick her up, throw her over his shoulder, carry her to bed, and tuck her in. Aria missed that. She needed that. She wanted to tell him she was in danger. And she wanted him to say, Ill protect you. He would, wouldnt he?

But then she heard someones voice in the background. Everything okay, Byron?

Aria bristled. Meredith.

Be there in a sec, Byron called.

Aria fumed. A sec? That was all he planned to devote to this conversation? Byrons voice returned to the phone. Aria? So...whats up?

Never mind, Aria said icily. Go back to bed, or whatever you were doing.

Aria Byron started.

Seriously, go, Aria said stiffly. Forget I called.

She hit END and put her head on the table. She tried to breathe in and out, thinking calm thoughts, like about the ocean, or riding a bicycle, or the mindlessness of knitting a scarf.

A few minutes later, she looked around the diner and realized she was the only person there. The ripped, faded counter stools were all vacant, the booths all cleaned off and empty. Two carafes of coffee sat on warmers behind the counter, and the cash registers screen still glowed WELCOME , but the waitresses and cooks had all vanished. It was like one of those horror movies where somehow, all at once, the main character looks up to find everyone dead.

Alis killer is closer than you think.

Why didnt A just tell her who the killer was? She was sick of playing Scooby-Doo. Aria thought of her dream again, of how that pale, ghostly Ali had stepped in front of the camera. Look closer! shed screamed. Its right in front of you! Its right there! But what was right there? What had Aria missed?

The waitress with the mole trundled out from behind the counter and eyed Aria. Want a piece of pie? The apples edible. On the house.

Th-thats okay, Aria stuttered. The waitress leaned an ample hip against one of the counters pink stools. She had the kind of curly

black hair that always looked wet. You heard about the stalker? Uh-huh, Aria answered.

You know what I heard? the waitress said. Its a rich kid. When Aria didnt respond, she went back to washing an already clean table.

Aria blinked a few times. Look closer, Ali had said. She reached into her messenger bag and opened her laptop. It took a while to boot up, and then it took even longer for Aria to find the file folder that held her old videos. It had been so long since shed searched for them. When she finally unearthed it, she realized that none of the video files were labeled very accurately. They were titled things like Us Five, #1, or Ali and Me, #6, and the dates were from when theyd last been viewed, not when they were made. She had no idea how to find the video that had been leaked to the press...besides going through all of them.

She clicked randomly on a video titled Meow! Aria, Ali, and the others were in Alis bedroom. They were struggling to dress up Alis Himalayan cat, Charlotte, in a hand-knit sweater, giggling as they stuffed her legs through the armholes.

She watched another movie called Fight #5, but it wasnt what she thought it would beshe, Ali, and the others were making chocolate-chip cookies and got in a food fight, flinging cookie dough around Hannas kitchen. In another, they were playing foosball on the table in Spencers basement.

When Aria clicked on a new MPEG that was simply called DQ, she noticed something.

By the looks of Alis haircut and all their new warm-weather clothes, the video was from a month or so before Ali had gone missing. Aria had zoomed in on a shot of Hanna downing a monster-size Dairy Queen Blizzard in record time. In the background, she heard Ali start making retching noises. Hanna paused, and her face quickly drained of color. Ali giggled in the background. No one else seemed to notice.

A strange sensation slithered over Aria. Shed heard the rumors that Hanna had a bulimia problem. It seemed like something that Aand Aliwould know.

She clicked on another. They were flipping through the channels at Emilys house. Ali stopped on a newscast of a Gay Pride parade that had taken place in Philly earlier that day. She turned pointedly to Emily and grinned. That looks fun, doesnt it, Em? Emily turned red and pulled her sweatshirt hood around her head. None of the others batted an eye.

And another. This one was only sixteen seconds long. The five of them were lounging around Spencers pool. They all wore massive Gucci sunglassesor, in Emily and Arias case, knockoffs. Ali sat up and pushed her glasses down her nose. Hey, Aria, she said abruptly. What does your dad do if, like, he gets sexy students in his class?

The clip ended. Aria remembered that dayit had been shortly after the time she and Ali had discovered Byron and Meredith kissing in Byrons car, and Ali had begun dropping hints that she was going to tell the others.

Ali really did know all their secrets, and shed been dangling them over their heads. It had all been right in front of them, and they hadnt realized it. Ali had known everything. About all of them. And now, A did, too.

Except...what was Spencers secret?

Aria clicked on another video. Finally, she saw the familiar scene. There was Spencer, sitting on her couch with that crown on her head. Want to read her texts? She pointed at Alis LG phone, which was lying between the couch cushions.

Spencer opened Alis phone. Its locked.

Do you know her password? Aria heard her own voice ask.

Try her birthday, Hanna whispered.

Were you looking at my phone? Ali screamed.

The phone clattered to the ground. Just then, Spencers older sister, Melissa, and her boyfriend, Ian, walked past the camera. Both of them smiled into the lens. Hey, guys, Melissa said. Whats up?

Spencer batted her eyes. Ali looked bored. The camera zoomed in on her face and panned down to the closed phone.

Oh, this is the clip Ive seen on the news, said a voice behind Aria. The waitress was leaning against the counter, filing her nails with a Tweety Bird nail file.

Aria paused the clip and whirled around. Im sorry?

The waitress blushed. Oops. When its dead like this, I turn into my evil eavesdropping twin. I didnt mean to look at your computer. That poor boy, though.

Aria squinted at her. She noticed for the first time that the waitresss name tag said ALISON . Spelled the same way and everything. What poor boy? she asked.

Alison pointed at the screen. No one ever talks about the boyfriend. He must have been so heartbroken.

Aria stared at the screen, baffled. She pointed at Ians frozen image. Thats not her boyfriend. Hes with the girl whos in the kitchen. Shes not on-screen.

No? Alison shrugged and started wiping the counter again. The way theyre sitting...I just assumed. Aria didnt know what to say. She set the video back to the beginning, confused. She and her friends

tried to hack Alis phone, Ali came back, Melissa and Ian smiled, cinematic shot of closed phone, finis.

She restarted the movie one more time, this time at half-speed. Spencer slowly readjusted her crown. Alis cell phone dragged across the screen. Ali came back, every expression languid and contorted. Instead of scurrying past, Melissa plodded. Suddenly, she noticed something in the corner of the screen: the edge of a small, slender hand. Alis hand. Then came another hand. It was larger and masculine. She slowed down the frame speed. Every so often, the big hand and the little hand bumped each other. Their pinkies intertwined.

Aria gasped.

The camera swung up. It showed Ian, who was looking at something beyond the camera. Off to the right was Spencer, looking longingly at Ian, not realizing he and Ali were touching. The whole thing happened in a blink. But now that she saw it, it was all so obvious.

Someone wanted something of Alis. Her killer is closer than you think.

Aria felt sick. They all knew Spencer liked Ian. She talked about him constantly: how her sister didnt deserve him, how he was so funny, how cute he was when he ate dinner at their house. And all of them had wondered if Ali was keeping a big secretit could have been this. Ali must have told Spencer. And Spencer couldnt deal.

Aria put more pieces together. Ali had run out of Spencers barn...and turned up not that far away, in a hole in her own backyard. Spencer knew that the workers were going to fill the hole with concrete the very next day. As note had said: You all knew every inch of her backyard. But for one of you, it was so, so easy.

Aria sat motionless for a few seconds, then picked up her own phone and dialed Emilys number. The phone rang six times before Emily answered. Hello? Emilys voice sounded like shed been crying.

Did I wake you up? Aria asked.

I havent gone to sleep yet.

Aria frowned. Are you okay?

No, Emilys voice cracked. Aria heard a sniffle. My parents are sending me away. Im leaving Rosewood in the morning. Because of A.

Aria leaned back. What? Why?

Its not even worth getting into. Emily sounded defeated.

You have to meet me, Aria said. Right now.

Didnt you hear what I said? Im punished. Im beyond punished.

You have to. Aria turned into the booth, trying to hide what she was about to say from the diner staff as best she could. I think I know who killed Ali.

Silence. No, you dont, Emily said.

I do. We have to call Hanna.

There was scratching at Emilys end of the phone. After a short pause, her voice came back. Aria, she whispered, Im getting another call. Its Hanna.

A shiver went through Aria. Put her on three-way.

There was a click, and Aria heard Hannas voice. You guys, Hanna was saying. She sounded out of breath and the connection was rumbly, like Hanna was talking through a fan. Youre not going to believe

this. A messed up. I mean, I think A messed up. I got this note from this number and I suddenly knew whose number it was, and...

In the background, Aria heard a horn honk. Meet me at our spot, Hanna said. The Rosewood Day swings.

Okay, Aria breathed. Emily, can you come pick me up at the Hollis Diner? Sure, Emily whispered. Good, Hanna said. Hurry.

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WORDS WHISPERED FROM THE PAST

Spencer shut her eyes. When she opened them, she was standing outside the barn in her backyard. She looked around. Had she been transported here? Had she run out here and not remembered?

Suddenly, the barn door swung open and Ali stormed out. Fine, Ali said over her shoulder, arms swinging confidently. See ya. She walked right past Spencer, as if Spencer were a ghost.

It was the night Ali went missing again. Spencer started breathing faster. As much as she didnt want to be here, she knew that she needed to see all of thisto remember as much as she could.

Fine! she heard herself scream from inside the barn. As Ali stormed down the path, Spencer, younger and smaller, flew to the porch. Ali! the thirteen-year-old Spencer screamed, looking around.

Then, it was like the seventeen-year-old Spencer and the thirteen-year-old Spencer merged into one. She could suddenly feel all the emotions of her younger self. There was fear: what had she done, telling Ali to leave? There was paranoia: none of them had ever challenged Ali. And Ali was angry with her. What was she going to do?

Ali! Spencer screamed. The tiny, pagoda-shaped lanterns on the footpath back to the main house provided only a whisper of light. It seemed like things were moving in the woods. Years ago, Melissa had told Spencer that evil trolls lived in the trees. The trolls hated Spencer and wanted to hack off her hair.

Spencer walked to where the path split: she could either go toward her house, or toward the woods that bounded her property. She wished shed brought a flashlight. A bat swooped out of the trees. As it flew away, Spencer noticed someone far down the path near the woods, hunched over and looking at her cell phone. Ali.

What are you doing? Spencer called out. Ali narrowed her eyes. Im going somewhere way cooler than hanging out with you guys. Spencer stiffened. Fine, she said proudly. Go. Ali sank onto one hip. The crickets chirped at least twenty times before she spoke again. You try to

steal everything away from me. But you cant have this. Cant have what? Spencer shivered in her tissue-thin T-shirt. Ali laughed nastily. You know. Spencer blinked. No...I dont. Come on. You read about it in my diary, didnt you? I wouldnt read your stupid diary, Spencer spat. I dont care. Right. Ali took a step toward Spencer. You care way too much. Youre delusional, Spencer sputtered. No, Im not. Ali was right next to her now. You are.

Anger boiled up inside Spencer, and she shoved Ali on the shoulder. It was forceful enough to make Ali stagger back, losing her footing on the paths rocks, which were slippery with dew. The older Spencer winced. She felt like she was a pawn, being dragged along for the ride. A look of surprise crossed Alis face, but it quickly turned to mocking. Friends dont shove friends.

Well, maybe were not friends, Spencer said.

Guess not, Ali said. Her eyes danced. The look on her face indicated she had something really juicy to say. There was a long pause before she spoke, as if she was considering her words very, very carefully. Hang on, Spencer urged herself. REMEMBER.

You think kissing Ian was so special, Ali growled. But you know what he told me? That you didnt even know how. Spencer searched Alis face. Ian...wait. Ian told you that? When? When we were on our date. Spencer stared at her.

Ali rolled her eyes. Youre so lame, acting like you dont know were together. But of course you do, Spence. Thats why you liked him, isnt it? Because Im with him? Because your sisters with him? She shrugged. The only reason he kissed you the other night was because I asked him to. He didnt want to, but I begged.

Spencers eyes boggled. Why? Ali shrugged. I wanted to see if he would do anything for me. Her face went into a mock pout. Oh,

Spence. Did you really believe he liked you?

Spencer took a step back. Lightning bugs strobed in the sky. There was a poisonous smile on Alis face. Dont do it, Spencer screamed to herself. Please! It doesnt matter! Dont!

But it happened anyway. Spencer reached out and pushed Ali as hard as she could. Ali slid backward, her eyes widening in alarm. She fell straight into the stone wall that surrounded the Hastings property. There was a terrible crack. Spencer covered her eyes and turned away. The air smelled metallic, like blood. An owl screeched in the trees.

When she took her hands away from her eyes, she was back in her bedroom again, curled up and screaming.

Spencer sat up and checked the clock. It was 2:30 A.M . Her head throbbed. The lights were all still on, she was lying on top of her covers, and she was still wearing her black party dress and Elsa Peretti silver bean necklace. She hadnt washed her face or brushed her hair one hundred times, her typical before-bed rituals. She ran her hands over her arms and legs. There was a purplish bruise on her thigh. She touched it and it ached.

She clapped a hand over her mouth. That memory. She instantly knew all of it was true. Ali was with Ian . And she had forgotten all of it. That was the part of the night that was missing.

She walked to her door, but the handle wouldnt turn. Her heart started to pound. Hello? she called tentatively. Is someone there? Im locked in.

No one answered.

Spencer felt her pulse start to speed up. Something felt really, really wrong. Part of the night surged back to her. The Scrabble game. LIAR SJH. A sending Melissa the Golden Orchid essay. And...and then what? She cupped her hands over the crown of her head, as if trying to jostle the memory free. And then what?

All at once, she couldnt control her breathing. She started to hyperventilate, sinking to her knees on the ivory carpet. Calm down, she told herself, curling into a ball and trying to breathe easily in and out. But it felt like her lungs were filled with Styrofoam peanuts. She felt like she was drowning. Help! she cried weakly.

Spencer? Her fathers voice emerged from the other side of the door. Whats going on?

Spencer jumped up and ran to the door. Daddy? Im locked in! Let me out!

Spencer, youre in there for your own good. You scared us.

Scared you? Spencer asked. H-how? She stared at her reflection in the mirror on the back of her bedroom door. Yes, it was still her. She hadnt woken up in someone elses life.

Weve taken Melissa to the hospital, her father said.

Spencer suddenly lost equilibrium. Melissa? Hospital? Why? She shut her eyes and saw a flash of Melissa falling away from her, down the stairs. Or was that Ali falling? Spencers hands shook. She couldnt remember. Is Melissa all right?

We hope so. Stay there, her father said from outside the door, sounding wary. Perhaps he was afraid of herperhaps that was why he wasnt coming in.

She sat on her bed, stunned, for a long time. How could she not have remembered this? How could she not remember hurting Melissa? What if she did lots of horrible things and, in the next second, erased them?

Alis murderer is right in front of you, A had said. Just when Spencer was looking in the mirror. Could it be?

Her cell phone, which was sitting on her desk, began to ring. Spencer stood up slowly and looked at the screen on her Sidekick. Hanna.

Spencer opened her phone. She pressed her ear to the receiver. Spencer? Hanna jumped right in. I know something. You have to meet me.

Spencers stomach tightened and her mind whirled. Alis killer is right in front of you. She killed Ali. She didnt kill Ali. It was like pulling petals off a flower: he loves me, he loves me not. Perhaps she could meet Hanna and...and what? Confess?

No. It couldnt be true. Ali had turned up in a hole in her backyard...not on the path against the stone wall. Spencer couldnt have carried Ali to her backyard. She wasnt strong enough, right? She wanted to tell someone about this. Hanna. And Emily. Aria, too. They would tell her she was crazy, that she couldnt have killed Ali.

Okay, Spencer croaked. Where? At the Rosewood Day Elementary swings. Our place. Get there as fast as you can.

Spencer looked around. She could hoist up her window and shimmy down the face of her houseit would be practically as easy as climbing the rock wall at her gym.

All right, she whispered. Ill be right there.

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IT WILL ALL BE OVER

Hannas hands were shaking so badly, she could barely drive. The road to the Rosewood Day Elementary School swings seemed darker and spookier than usual. She swerved, thinking she saw something darting out in front of her car, but when she glanced in her rearview mirror, there was nothing. Barely any cars passed her going the other direction, but all of a sudden, as she was cresting a hill not far from Rosewood Day, a car pulled out behind her. Its headlights felt hot against the back of Hannas head.

Calm down, she thought. Its not following you.

Her brain whirled. She knew who A was. But...how? How was it possible that A knew so much about Hanna...things A couldnt possibly know? Perhaps the text had been a mistake. Perhaps A had gotten hold of someone elses cell phone to throw Hanna off the trail.

Hanna was too shocked to think about it carefully. The only thought that cycled in a continuous loop in her brain was: This makes no sense. This makes no sense.

She glanced in her rearview mirror. The car was still there. She took a deep breath and eyed her phone, considering calling someone. Officer Wilden? Would he come down here on such short notice? He was a cophed have to. She reached for her phone, when the car behind her flashed its brights. Should she pull over? Should she stop?

Hannas finger was poised over her cell, ready to dial 911. And then, suddenly, the car veered around Hanna and passed her on the left. It was a nondescript carmaybe a Toyotaand Hanna couldnt see the driver inside. The car moved back into her lane, then sped off into the distance. Within seconds, its taillights vanished.

The Rosewood Day Elementary playgrounds parking lot was wide and deep, separated by a bunch of little landscaped islands, which were full of nearly bare trees, spiny grass, and piles of crisp leaves that gave off that signature leaf-pile smell. Beyond the lot were the jungle gym and climbing dome. They were illuminated by a single fluorescent light, which made them look like skeletons. Hanna slid into a space at the southeast corner of the lotit was the closest to the park information booth and a police call box. Just being near something that said Police made her feel better. The others werent here yet, so she watched the entrance for any cars.

It was nearly 3 A.M . Hanna shivered in Lucass sweatshirt. She felt goose bumps form on her bare legs. Shed read once that at 3 A.M ., people were in their deepest stages of REM sleepit was the closest they would come every day to being dead. Which meant that right now, she couldnt rely on too many of Rosewoods inhabitants to help her. They were all corpses. And it was so quiet, she could hear the cars engine winding down and her slow, please-stay-calm breathing. Hanna opened her car door and stood outside it on the yellow line that marked her parking space. It was like her magic circle. Inside it, she was safe.

Theyll be here soon, she told herself. In a few minutes, this would all be over. Not that Hanna had any idea what was going to happen. She wasnt sure. She hadnt thought that far ahead.

A light appeared at the schools entrance and Hannas heart lifted. An SUVs headlights slid across the trees and turned slowly into the parking lot. Hanna squinted. Was that them? Hello? she called softly.

The SUV hugged the north end of the parking lot, passing the high school art building and the student lot and the hockey fields. Hanna started waving her arms. It had to be Emily and Aria. But the cars windows were tinted.

Hello? she yelled again. She got no answer. Then she saw another car turn into the lot and drive slowly toward her. Arias head was hanging out the passenger window. Sweet, refreshing relief flooded Hannas body. She waved and started toward them. First she walked, then she jogged. Then sprinted.

She was in the middle of the lot when Aria called, Hanna, look out! Hanna turned her head to the left and her mouth fell open, at first not understanding. The SUV was headed straight for her.

The tires squealed. She smelled burnt rubber. Hanna froze, not sure what to do. Wait! she heard herself say, staring into the SUVs tinted window. The car kept coming, faster and faster. Move, she told her limbs, but they seemed hardened and dried out, like cacti.

Hanna! Emily cried. Oh my God!

It only took a second. Hanna didnt even realize shed been hit until she was in the air, and she didnt realize she was in the air until she was on the pavement. Something in her cracked. And then pain. She wanted to cry out, but she couldnt. Sound was amplifiedthe cars engine roared, her friends screams were like sirens, even her heart pumping blood sounded wet in her ears.

Hanna rolled her neck to the side. Her tiny, champagne-colored clutch had landed a few feet away; its contents had sprung out like candy from a burst pi–ata. The car had run over everything, too: Her mascara, her car keys, her mini bottle of ChloŽ perfume. Her new BlackBerry was crushed.

Hanna! Aria screamed. It sounded like she was coming closer. But Hanna wasnt able to turn her head to look. And then it all faded away.

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IT WAS NECESSARY

Oh my God! Aria screamed. She and Emily crouched down at Hannas contorted body and started yelling.

Hanna! Oh my God! Hanna! Shes not breathing, Emily wailed. Aria, shes not breathing! Do you have your cell? Aria asked. Call 911.

Emily reached shakily for her phone, but it slid out of her hands and skidded across the parking lot, coming to a stop by Hannas exploded evening bag. Emily had begun panicking when she picked Aria up and Aria told her everythingabout As cryptic notes, about her dreams, about Ali and Ian, and about how Spencer must have killed Ali.

At first, Emily had refused to believe it, but then a look of horror and realization washed over her. She explained that not long before Ali went missing, Ali had confessed that she was seeing someone.

And she must have told Spencer, Aria had answered. Maybe thats what theyd been fighting about all those months before the end of school.

911, whats your emergency? Aria heard a voice say on Emilys speakerphone.

A car just hit my friend! Emily wailed. Im in the Rosewood Day School parking lot! We dont know what to do!

As Emily cried out the details, Aria put her mouth against Hannas lips and tried to give her mouth-to-mouth like shed learned in lifeguarding class in Iceland. But she didnt know if she was doing it correctly. Cmon, Hanna, breathe, she wailed, pinching Hannas nose.

Just stay on the line until the ambulance gets there, Aria could hear the 911 dispatchers voice say through Emilys phone. Emily leaned down and reached out to touch Hannas faded Rosewood Day sweatshirt. Then she pulled back, as if she was afraid. Oh my God, please dont die.... She glanced at Aria. Who could have done this?

Aria looked around. The swings swayed back and forth in the breeze. The flags on the flagpole fluttered. The woods adjacent to the playground were black and thick. Suddenly, Aria saw a figure standing next to one of the trees. She had dirty blond hair and wore a short black dress. Something in her face looked wild and unhinged. She was staring right at Aria, and Aria took a step back across the pavement. Spencer.

Look! Aria hissed, pointing to the trees. But just as Emily raised her head, Spencer disappeared into the shadows.

The buzzing startled her. It took Aria a moment to realize it was her cell phone. Then Emilys Call Waiting lit up. One new text message, Emilys screen said. Aria and Emily exchanged a familiar, uneasy look. Slowly, Aria brought her Treo out of her bag and looked at the screen. Emily leaned over to look, too.

Oh no, Emily whispered. The wind abruptly stopped. The trees stood still like statues. Sirens wailed in the distance. Please, no, Emily wailed. The text was only four chilling words long. She knew too much.