A Pretty Little Liars Short Story by Giovanna B. (based on the 2012 Winter Premiere of Pretty Little Liars) “Hanna, let’s go, we’re going to be late,” Aria breathed, clearly annoyedat how long Hannah was taking to leave. It was already 8:00 a.m., and theyneeded to be there at 8:15 a.m. “Calm down, I’m almost ready,” Hanna exclaimed as she twisted a strandof her perfect blonde hair around her finger. She examined her hair for anypossible split ends. “It’s not every day that you attend one of your best friend’s funerals,” Ariamumbled quietly. “Will you stop bringing it up?” Hanna snapped, “I don’t want to thinkabout it, I just want to get this thing over with.” “We can’t just ignore what happened, Hanna,” Aria told her, as shelooked down at her wrist to observe a beaded bracelet with the letters of hername written across it. She quickly took a peek at Hanna’s wrist to discover thesame bracelet hung around her wrist. The room was deadly silent, as Hanna slipped on her last season Guccinude platform pumps. She double checked her Mac dazzle glass lip gloss in themirror, to see the shadow of a familiar figure. “Emily, is that you?” Hanna said, as she flipped around the corner, herheel making a loud click on the light, hardwood floor. “What are you talking about Hanna?” Aria asked, full of curiosity, “Emily isdead.” “No, I saw Emily’s reflection in the mirror, standing inside my kitchen!”Hannah exclaimed, trying to escape over the kitchen to make sure she wasn’tgoing crazy. “I think it’s time to go,” Aria told Hanna, pulling her towards the door andto her silver Mercedes. “I know what I saw,” Hanna huffed as she climbed into the front seat, hermind still blown from the sight. “Whatever, Spencer is meeting us there, we have to hurry,” Ariaanswered, gripping her hands on the leather wheel.