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Post by Emily Fields on Oct 23, 2010 9:38:44 GMT -6
Emily thought maybe she would play dunb and hope that Hanna was too busy to notice. "Umm, what green one? You gave me the purple one!"
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Post by Aria Montgomery on Oct 23, 2010 9:39:32 GMT -6
Hanna rolled her eyes. "Whatever, wear the purple one" She smirked, she quickly slid on her shirt then the skirt. "Alright, lets get ready to go"
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Post by Isabella Fields on Oct 23, 2010 9:54:55 GMT -6
Maya took the blue shirt and held it in her hand than she quckliy slid on her Shirt and smiled to Emily and the other girls."Let's go."she got up from the bed and walked to the door.
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Post by Emily Fields on Oct 23, 2010 10:11:56 GMT -6
Emily trailed behind the other girls waiting till Hanna and Spencer were half way down the down stair. She grabbed Maya's hand and hoisted her from the bed. With a small peck on the cheek, she was was dragging Maya close behind as they headed down the stairs together.
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Post by Isabella Fields on Oct 23, 2010 10:29:52 GMT -6
Maya hold Emilys hand and smiled all the time because she loves her so much. On stair she let go Emilys hand and then everything went to the party.
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Post by Aria Montgomery on Oct 23, 2010 12:40:34 GMT -6
Aria walked onto Emily's porch, she sat down on the porch and took out her phone to text Ezra.
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Post by Emily Fields on Oct 23, 2010 13:39:21 GMT -6
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Post by ilovebrendan20 on Oct 23, 2010 14:51:44 GMT -6
Hannah Continued to worry silently about the text she had just reseved from A. How could this person think she had lipo? The truth was she was bulimic but at least A didnt know that. Or did they?
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Post by ilovebrendan20 on Oct 23, 2010 14:56:50 GMT -6
She silenty picked up her yearbook and began flipping through it, if anyone asked she was looking for alison's picture. But the truth was she was looking for lucas, she always felt bad that alison picked on him and always kinda thought he was cute. " Han, what ya doing looking at a picture of him?" aria asked. Then here text alert began to blare.
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Post by Toby Cavanaugh on Oct 23, 2010 16:01:50 GMT -6
Toby made his way up the steps of Emily's house and lifted his hand to knock on the door. He hoped she was home alone. He didnt have a lot of time, and her family and friends had an irritating habit of asking hard-to-answer questions. Emily was always surrounded with people, swarming around her like a hornet's nest, ready to attack anyone who wasnt sweet and charming and pretty and perfect. It was Alison's fault, but then again, everything was Alison's fault. That girl had had a way of ruining people's lives.
But that was beside the point. Somehow, even after she was dead, she'd managed to sneak into his every thought. His hand was still frozen, finger extended, a second's press from the bell. He shot a dark look behind him and rang.
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Post by Emily Fields on Oct 23, 2010 16:14:54 GMT -6
Emily and the girls had only just arrived home and Emily had taken Isa to bed. There was a knock on the door and Emily couldn't imagine who it could be. Aria had returned and the rest of the girls were with her. "That creeper Damon better not have followed me home." she thought. Emily looked through the peephole but it was too dark and the porch light was burnt out. So she slowly opened the door leaving the chain locked. "Who is it?" She asked into the darkness.
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Post by Isabella Fields on Oct 23, 2010 16:26:22 GMT -6
Isa was lying on her bed and was sleeping but she wake up every time because she had a bad dream.She went to the stair."Em?"she ask quietly."Can i sleep in your bedroom?"
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Post by Toby Cavanaugh on Oct 23, 2010 17:11:00 GMT -6
A soft female voice, not Emily's, wafted down the stairs. Great. One of her girlfriends, Maya something, or that other new girl. Once, just once, Toby'd've liked to see Emily actually alone. But she was never alone, because she wasnt a murder suspect.
And because she was friendly, and easy to talk to. And hot.
Whatever, he thought, shoving his hands in his pockets and glaring at the world in general, and a streak of mud on his shoe specifically.
"Who is it?" Emily said. Toby looked up. She'd opened the door but left the chain where it was. She peeked at him from behind it. "Oh."
"Oh." Toby's mouth twisted in a bitter smile. "So Im not a murderer," he added casually.
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Post by Emily Fields on Oct 23, 2010 17:18:30 GMT -6
"Oh? That was all he thought to say?" She thought. "Oh no, wait, he's speaking again. ...Not a murderer." Emily cautiously unhooked the chain. SHe slid the door open a little bit more. "Toby! I...You...How..." Emily froze. She had no idea what to say to him. She had thought about what to say to him if or when she saw him again a million times. But blank. Blank was all she got.
Her sisters voice tailed off in the background and faded away. She could not be concerened with that now.
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Post by Toby Cavanaugh on Oct 23, 2010 17:33:13 GMT -6
He watched as she sputtered, searching for words. It was tempting to just let her go on forever, trying to formulate some kind of apology. He'd come by just to lay it into her, to tell her how much he hated her now.
She stammered and started and stopped and started again, and he couldnt. She was just too sweet and clueless. He had to let her out of her misery.
"Just forget it," Toby said, suddenly exhausted. "Wilden let me go. Some new evidence came up, a video or something."
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