Well, that last one only applied to Spencer. They had such power now-to deem who was cool and who wasn’t, 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. With Ali by their sides, they had become the girls of Rosewood Day, the private school they attended. She’d plucked them out of oblivion a year and a half ago to be her best friends.
Sure, Rosewood was glamorous by most standards-all its residents looked like walk-on models for a Town & Country photo shoot-but they all knew Ali was destined for greater things. She wouldn’t stay here in Rosewood, Pennsylvania, for long.
But Emily pursed her pale lips, considering, and Hanna nodded, truly believing. I’ll be a smarter, cuter Paris Hilton.” Spencer snorted. “Why are you going to be famous?” Spencer challenged, sounding bitchier than she probably meant to. “Well, we all know I’m going to get famous.” Alison thrust back her shoulders and turned her head to the side, revealing her swanlike neck. I’m concentrating on setting up this shot. “And anyway, my face isn’t going to freeze like this. Aria moved the camera’s lever back and forth to zoom in and out. They all had pink leather holsters to match Ali’s, too-well, all except for Aria, whose holster was made of pink mohair. 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. “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 Spencer’s family’s 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. Alison tapped Hanna’s shin with her flipflop.
“Your mom should’ve warned you that your butt would freeze that way.” Hanna’s face fell as she pulled down her pink-and-white striped T-shirt-she’d borrowed it from Ali, and it kept riding up, revealing a white strip of her stomach. Alison looked Hanna up and down and cackled.
“Your face will freeze that way,” she mimicked. Hanna always ate faster than anyone else. “Your mom says that too?” Hanna Marin asked, throwing away her green-stained Popsicle stick. “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. 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. Your face is going to freeze like that.” Spencer Hastings unwrapped an orange Popsicle and slid it into her mouth.
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