Aria's POV
I walked out of the Hart and the Huntsman and started to hum a little toon. It was Ezra's favorite song. I hopped on my bike and rode peacefully into the woods. At least it was peaceful till someone behind me hit me on the head with a rock. Then pulled me into the watery grave of the Rosewood Lake. I know who did this. I know. Too bad I can't tell the girls. It's too late to stop them.
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Pretty Little Liars : Aria
FanfictionIt's 4 years after the girls get their first text from -A, you won't believe what -A did this time.
