Did you really believe I was Toby? Puh-lease. I would have killed myself too. I mean, honestly—ew. He totally had it coming. Karma's a bitch, and so am I—just ask Aria, Emily, Hanna, and Spencer...
Let's start with Aria. The girl's so busy getting busy, I can barely keep track of her boyfriends. First Ezra, now Sean, and I have more than a sneaking suspicion she's not done with Era yet. That's the irritating thing about arty girls; they can never make up their minds. I guess I'll just have to help little Aria out and make the choice for her. I'm sure she's going to looooove that.
Then there's Emily. Sweet, clueless Emily. Alison and Toby would probably say that kissing Emily is pretty much the kiss of death. But...oops...they can't say anything—they're dead. I guess Em should watch where she puts her poisonous little lips. She's two for two, and superstitious Emily knows better than anyone that bad things happen in threes.
Lonely wittle Hannakins. Sean dumped her. Her dad dumped her. And her mom probably would if she could. Being unpopular kinda makes you want to throw up, huh? Or is that just Hanna? At least she has her BFF, Mona, to hold her hair back. Wait a second, no she doesn't. I wish I would tell you it couldn't get any worse for Hanna, but no one likes a liar. Least of all me.
Finally, there's Spencer: Sure, the little overachiever knows her SAT words by heart, but her memory's kinda fuzzy when it comes to the night Alison disappeared. Don't worry, she's about to get a refresher course courtesy of yours truly. Look at me—so eleemosynary! That's SAT for "nice"!
If you were as smart as me, you'd probably have figured out who I am by now. OMG, not being a genius must be so annoying. And I can't help you with that one—I've got my hands full with four pretty little liars at the moment. But since you've been so patient, I'll give you one hint: Spencer may have a 4.0, but I've got As to my name, too. Kisses! —A
End of Book Two. Look out for Perfect, Book Three.