Emily POV:

What did I just agree to?

Being Alison DiLaurentis' friend?

Am I out of my mind?

Or is this just a crazy dream?

Emily couldn't sleep, she had tried to though. But the feeling of exasperation kept nagging at her through her stomach. She felt sick. Why would Ali D in her right mind want a sad, pathetic swimmer like Emily Fields? Didn't Alison and her minions make fun of her just a day ago? Something didn't feel right. Something wasn't right.

Emily woke up at six fifteen on the dot to go running. She usually felt happy to do this. Maybe a little bit obliged by her swim coach. But happy anyways. Today was different, Emily wasn't just star of the swim team anymore. She was EMILY: Friend of Alison, good swimmer. A different label. A new label. Perhaps a better label. Pfft, how could it have been a better label. The poor little bastard was haunted by a psyco- stalker for years.

By now, Emily was on her way to school with her red hair flowing behind her as she drifted through the streets of suburban Rosewood. She was wearing a bright smile on her face. Duh! Emily had a one- way ticket to popularity without even making an effort. All she had to do was follow her leader's commands and she was good as gold. As her jogging continued, she almost ran into Alison.

"Whoa Em! Watch where you're going!" Alison shrieked. Em? That was new.

"So sorry Alison. I'm just running behind on time." Emily smiled and tried to dodge her to continue her path.

"Don't call me that. Call me Ali!"

"Okay… Ali."

"Much better."

Emily just smiled in response.

"See ya!"

"Goodbye!"

Out of the corner of her eye Emily saw a hooded figure. She looked again and it was just a football player. God! Was she paranoid.

A/N: Sorry for my tardiness. I might be late updating from now on because of vacations. But I'll try! Have a good summer and I hope to hear from you!