It is okay to hate me guys
I HAVENT UPDATED SINCE THE 28TH AND IT IS NOW OCTOBER 10th THIS IS NOT OKAY
I just have school and it's so frustrating and I wish for summer back so I can write all day. I don't want to discontinue this but I want you guys to bear with me on this. Okay? Okay. (No tfios intended)
As I sit at the table, I look at the TV and the news reporter starts to talk. "It seems that a 17 year old girl named Alison Dilaurentis has disappeared again, who knows where she is now? Police have been investigating and-"I turn the TV off, rolling my eyes.
"She's gone again?" Mike asks, walking in the kitchen in his pajamas. I nod my head, putting my bag on my shoulder.
"Mike, don't you think you should go back to school? I miss teasing my brother in the hallways." I chuckle, looking at him. He shrugs and looks down. I nod understandingly, knowing why. Since Mona's death, Mike might've fallen back into a depression again. It's been a long time since he's lost someone and it really sucks it had to be on him. "I'll see you later." I ruffle his hair and I walk out, getting into my car.
So glad I'm out of that town. I bet EVERYONE is talking about me now, wondering where I am. Oh, how I miss the attention, at least it made its comeback, at last. A weekend in Ravenswood is just what I needed. It will just be me, me, and the cute boys of the beach. When I come back, they'll miss me like they always do.
I walk the cold empty streets, putting my curly hair into a ponytail. I put my black hoodie on over my head and I fix my ponytail once more, walking with a confident smirk. I feel a rush of wind behind me and I look behind me, but I see nothing. I shrug and I turn to see Hanna standing in front of me with her hands on her hips.
"How'd you find me?" I snap, backing away a tiny bit. Hanna takes a step forward.
"Where else would you hide?" Hanna shrugs. I look at her black hoodie and I furrow my eyebrows.
"Where did you get that?" I ask as Hanna continues to frown.
"You don't need to know." She tells me. This Hanna is different. This isn't the Hanna I left off on, the black extensions and black everything. Her hair is regular blonde, and her makeup is normal again. Red lipstick, black eyeliner surrounded making a smoky eye. She's wearing dark blue jeans and a black hoodie, frowning at me.
"I do, Hanna. Who gave that to you?" I ask her again, pleading and annoyed. Hanna still doesn't answer.
"How many lives do you have, Ali? Because it seems to me that you are an everlasting bitch." Hanna responds and I smirk.
"That's immortality, my darling." I flip my hair, smiling deviously. "I wonder how the girls would react if they saw you here, talking to me, the one and only Alison Dilaurentis." Hanna's mouth twitches and she inhales a sharply through her nose.
"If I can't get answers from you, I'll get someone else." Hanna snaps, starting to walk away. I pull her arm and she looks at me.
"No one will tell you the truth, darling." I remind her and she yanks my hand off of her arm, getting into her car. I smirk and giggle, watching her drive away.
That bitch cannot control me. There needs to be a person that can tell me something. As I drive, I see someone at the Dilaurentis house. I quickly stop the car and I walk toward her house. It's incredibly awkward coming here. A ghost was in this house, her name was Ali. She's here one second, and then poof, gone. I walk and I see a boy gathering some things from his car-Jason?
"I thought you didn't want to come back." I state, crossing my arms. Jason turns around and shrugs.
"I just found out my sister is gone again. Why else would I not be here right now?" Jason annoyingly asks.
"I bet you know where she is." I interrupt him right after, looking at the ground. Jason puts something down and steps toward me.
"Why would you think that?" Jason asks, noticing my hoodie. I frown and look at him.
"Why wouldn't I think that? I'm not an idiot Jason. Don't treat me like that." I snap at him, crossing my arms. Jason looks at me with suspicious eyes and I match his look.
"I'm getting stuff for her." He says, getting back to his work. My eyebrows rise up and I step toward him again.
"You want her to leave, don't you." I respond, concerned. Jason looks at me and frowns.
"Why do you think that?"
"Because I know."
Jason looks at me and I look at him back, determined. He motions me to come inside the house and I follow him.
"That's how Ali solves her problems, by running away. Mona helped her the first time, we both know." Jason explains, sipping his coffee, resting on the couch.
"Do you know anyone who would try to hurt Ali? I mean if we don't find out who A is-"The doorbell rings and we wince. Jason gets up and answers it.
"Hey sorry, I was just walking Ali's dog and-"Emily looks at me, her eyes widening and she looks confused. I roll my eyes, great. Now I'm going to be interrogated for the next billion hours.
"I gotta go." I tell Jason, looking at Emily and then at him. He nods and I leave, walking past Emily. Emily unclips the dogs leash and she follows me, going into her car.
"Why were you talking to Jason?" Emily asks.
"Why were you walking Ali's dog?" I ask back, wanting answers. Emily looks down in frustration.
"I already asked you a question." Emily says weakly. I bite my lip nervously and I look down. "Just, promise me you won't go back in that house." Emily pleads me. I sigh in defeat and I confess.
"Emily, I've decided to help take Ali down, with the help of Mona's letter." Emily's eyes widen and I nod, waiting for a response.
"We got to talk to the girls." Is all Emily says before I grab my keys, exiting the house.
"Why the hell is A in Ravenswood?" Spencer shows her phone to the girls. Go figure, A taking a picture of the 'Welcome to Ravenswood' sign. I lie and shrug.
"Please don't make us go back there, it's creepy enough!" I complain, groaning.
"We need answers, Hanna!" Emily yells. I roll my eyes and look down.
"So I guess we are taking a trip, aren't we." Aria tells us. We all nod, unfortunately. Spencer grabs her keys and she looks at us.
"Next stop, Ravenswood." Spencer announces, as we all run out of the house.