secrets.

[PinkRubberDuckie]

secrets.
a fanfic by alexa
based on the pretty little liars series

Behind the fabulous crowds of people, Westchester may seem like your normal, high-end town. The kind of town you see little girls with Coach purses and huge Gucci sunglasses.
As normal it may seem, it's really not.
Four girls, Stephanie, Melissa, Amelia, and Samantha have had huge crisis since seventh grade, when their best friend died.
Now I'm here, and I'm promising full coverage of their junior year.
Trust me, it'll be fun

[Jasmine]

ohmigosh, i love
that series!! start!

[best_of_both_worlds16]

post, i've never heard of the series, but i'm sure to check it out now. :P

[mileycyrus#1fan14]

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please start

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[PinkRubberDuckie]

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[mileycyrus#1fan14]

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intro.

If you could remember everything that happens, would you want to? If you're best friend kept secrets from you for years, would you really want to know them? Would you rather be clueless because sometimes the truth hurts? Yes, the truth hurts, but sometimes we just need to know some things. So if you did something that you don't remember, would you want to remember it?


It was a hot, humid summer evening. Stephanie, Melissa, Samantha, and Rachel rang Amelia's doorbell. It was time for their annual end-of-the-year sleepover, even though it was the end of seventh grade, and they've only known each other since sixth grade. It was a tradition, and traditions weren't broken.

Amelia answered the door, and led them inside her house. Her parents decorated with brown leather couches, a beautiful glass coffee table, and a couple chairs scattered around.

They all went up to Amelia's "too much pink, it makes me throw up" as Rachel would say. Rachel was the ring leader of the group, you might say. And with this leadership, she made these four girls into the it girls of Westchester Prep, the local private school they attended.

"Hey! I have an idea!" Rachel squealed as soon as they got into the room.
Rachel's ideas usually were a little crazy, but they all went along with it, especially Samantha. Samantha was basically Rachel's worshiper.
"Ok, guys, let's blindfold each other, and eat in the dark. Kind of like those really chic restaurants in New York City." Rachel suggested.
Amelia looked at her like she was crazy as Rachel went up to her windows and pulled the pink curtains closed.

"Rach, I don't think this is such a good idea." Amelia said.
"Just play along." Rachel told her.
"Yeah," the rest of them agreed.
"No, really stop!" Amelia screamed.
Rachel gasped. "What?"
Nobody screamed at Rachel like that.
"Just get out." Amelia said.
"Fine."

Rachel stomped down the stairs, while the girls had worried faces on their faces. Amelia got up.
"I'll be back, guys."

She ran down the stairs, and out the door. The warm wind whipped against her face. "Rachel! Wait up!"
She didn't turn around.

"Listen Rach, I'm sorry!" She yelled again.
And then it went black.

A couple days went by, and Rachel was pronounced missing. No one had seen her since. The four other girls went their seperate ways, not really interacting anymore. They felt awkward without Rachel.

[Hannahfan_eva211]

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chapter 1

Melissa was driving in her mom's beat up Toyota Prius. They had just arrived back in Westchester after three years away in Denmark, where she liked a lot better than boring, old Westchester.

She watched as she passed the huge mansions, in which she never lived in, and the beautiful people in the cars next to her. Westchester was always too perfect for her. She loved Denmark for that reason. In Denmark, she felt normal and not always having to try to be perfect. It felt good.

"Mom, why again do we have to come back to Westchester? Denmark was so much better!" she groaned.
"Well, I'm glad we're back." her little brother, Jonathan said. "All the boys in Denmark are weird, and the girls smell."
Melissa rolled her eyes.
"Melissa, I know you loved Denmark - we all did. But, your dad got his job back in the local community college, and it's much better that way." Her mother explained.
"Yes, Melissa. I'm sorry, but this is where the money is." Her father told her.

She groaned, and went back to looking out the window. When she looked out, she saw her old best friend, Rachel's house. They moved after she went missing. It really was unfortunate.

Finally, after a few more blocks, Melissa, Jonathan, and their parents made it to their old, beat up house. Home sweet, home. NOT!

Melissa stomped off to her room - it still looked the same way. Her old poster of old English authors. Her sketches that she had made before Melissa, Rachel, Stephanie, Amelia, and Samantha became best friends. Back in that time, nobody understood her.

She sighed, and plopped onto her bed. The springs squeaked, and then she closed her eyes, breathing in the old scent. She'd so much rather be in Denmark. And, she'd so much rather not go to school tomorrow, and face everyone. It would be so awkward.

Especially when she would see her old friends.
"I wonder if they still like me." she asked aloud.

But, there are no point in worrying now. She just closed her eyes, and let her mind drift away. Why scare herself now?

[Hannahfan_eva211]

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chapter 2

Amelia woke up to the sound of her alarm clock ringing. She had fell asleep early last night, not exactly remembering why. Sometimes she just couldn't remember everything, and never understood why. It was very strange. Who could forget things that just happened last night? Maybe she had short term memory loss.

She slammed her hand onto the off button, and pulled her pink sheets off of her. She had to look perfect for her first day of junior year. It was important to make a good first impression for her teachers, even though she already was. She was taking all her main subjects in AP, and she was basically on any club you could name.

She sighed as she brushed through her dirty blonde hair. She always had bedhead in the morning, and it annoyed her not to have perfect hair. Everything had to be perfect for her. It didn't matter about anything else. She loved perfection, and perfection and Amelia just went together perfectly.

After getting all of the tangles out of her hair, she pulled into a tight, neat high ponytail. "Perfect," she smiled at herself in the mirror. She pulled her baby blue tank top over her head, and slipped on a light pink tank top with a little lace. Then, she put a navy blue blazer over it. After that, she slipped out of her plaid boxers, and put on a nice pair of dark wash jeans.

She tossed her bangs out of her face, and smiled her newly whitened smile as she walked to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. She quietly ran the water, brushed her teeth, and rubbed the face wash over her face. She quickly spit the toothpaste out, and soon, cupped her hands and poured water on her face. "Ahhh," she sighed.

She rushed downstairs, grabbed a granola bar, and walked out the door. It was still hot from summer, but it was also pretty cool from the nearing fall. She opened the door to her BMW, and stepped in. She backed out of the driveway, opening her granola bar.

She drove into the parking lot of Westchester Prep, and checked herself out in the mirror. She slowly applied her makeup, and got out of the car. She saw her old friend, Melissa, getting out of her beat up car. She looked the same, but just older. She was surprised to see her, but she wasn't going to start talking to her. She had to go to Yearbook Club, and talk to the new students.

[huskerrich]

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