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~Chloe~

I groaned and slammed my head onto my desk in my room, because how bored I was. Lately, my living room privileges have been taken away from me because I'm not allowed to watch anything about Courtney's case. Of course I didn't know anything about it, so I was watching the News until Ali came into the living room, turned off the TV, and kicked me back into my room. Which I have been in for the pass three hours.

I had nothing to do. I can't watch the TV in my room unless Alison or Nick allow it. The books on the bookshelf were already packed, which meant I couldn't read those.

It was like beginning all over again. I couldn't do anything or didn't know what to do. It was hell again.

Just as I was about slam my head again against the table again. When Alison opened the door, stopping me from letting my head make contact with the hard wood by a few inches. I looked up at her, but rolled my eyes and turned away from her. Things with her haven't been that great since the whole 'normal life' thing.

"I'm going out and getting something to eat, want anything?" My so-called sister asked me.

I quickly turned to her, "How about a way out of here?" I snapped.

Alison rolled her eyes and lend against the door frame, "Not in a million years, sweetheart."

"Then I'm good." I answered while putting my head back onto the desk.

"God, when did you become a little bitch?" Alison asked.

I smirked, "It runs in the family, sweetheart." I said, remembering a old comment she once told me before.

Alison smirked, "Isn't that cute?" She asked as she pulled herself off the wall, and suddenly my smirk disappeared.  "Trying to be all tough, when we all know your weak. You can't even stand up for yourself, because how weak you are."

I quickly stood up from my chair. "Is that it? I'm not the perfect DiLaurentis like the rest of you? Who can lie about everything and get away with it?" I screamed at her. Ali didn't respond, so I continued. "I'm not like the rest of you, because I grew up with a family who all loved each other. We were a family, but us? We were a family built on lies, the second you tried to kill Courtney."

Alison's jaw clenched and I saw her hand ball up into a fist. She wanted to say something, I could see it, but instead she turned her heel and was out the door. Slamming the door closed behind her.

~Emily~ (Emily is kinda hard to write in)

We continue to watch more of the security footage, until after Courtney and I left house. About five hours after we left, Alison went back inside the house and took the exact knife that Courtney used to cut opened the bacon package. Alison was the mastermind behind everything, and I couldn't believed that I actually believed that Courtney killed Chloe. Ali did, and we had enough proof to put her behind bars and Courtney out... Well maybe. If Spencer's mom can believe this, then maybe we have a chance, and Courtney's life is in the hands of the jury.

"Okay, now the question is, do we go to your mom now, or wait?" I asked Spencer.

Spencer looked up at me like I had asked her what two plus two means. "We go to her now, Em! The faster we talk to my mom, the faster she can get Courtney out. Come on, Em, be smart about this." Then she smack the back of my head.

"Ow! I'm not Hanna, you can't just smack me around." I complained

"Well, your acting like her." Spencer answered and started going towards the study, where her mother is at. I quickly followed behind her, as she knocked on the door and then opened the door.

Her mom quickly looked up from her work and sigh, "Girls, I'm busy. What do you need?" She asked us.

Spencer went over to Mrs. Hastings desk and place the laptop on her desk. "We think we have found something that could help Courtney's case."

~Courtney~

Mrs. Hastings called today and said she would be coming by today, hopefully Emily found something to help me. I needed everything I could get now, because my trial was only a week away. One week that can determine the rest of my life and Chloe's life, but I had big hopes. I wasn't going to let Ali win. She has taken to much away from me, and now it was my turn to take something away from her.

~

"My god, Courtney. What has happened to you?" Mrs. Hastings asked me, probably talking about my face. Recently I tried making friends, but everyone already knew who I was. Courtney DiLaurentis, the girl who killed a fifteen year old girl. Of course there are real murders here and no one cares about them, only me. At lease no one knows I'm a lesbian, because well, I don't even what to know what they would do to me if they found out.

Anyways, while trying to make friends, I was talking to these two older woman until suddenly the rest of their group surrounded me. They first starting with pushing me around, until one punched me right in the face then another and then another. When they were about to hit me again, a guard broke up the fight. So now I have a busted lip, and a black eye. Prison life just wasn't meant for me or anyone of that matter except maybe Alison.

"I tried making friends, Mrs. Hastings and this happened." I explained to her.

She sighed and then smiled. "Well, I don't think you will be here much longer."

I quickly lit up, "Really?"

Mrs. Hastings nodded, "Yes, Emily and Spencer found a video from the lake house. One that provides that Alison took your ring and a knife you used the day before."

I sighed in relief. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Hastings, but now I feel like my parents won't believe that Alison did it. She the golden child of our family besides Chloe."

Spencer's mom shrugged her shoulders, "Right now, Courtney, you only have to think of yourself. Not your parents or your sister. This is your fight." Then she grabbed two papers out of her briefcase and placed them in front of me. "Notice the difference?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

I looked down at the papers and notice that they were papers with my name on them but one wasn't mine. The one on the right was a paper I wrote in Radley about a memory we missed the most, and it had to be two pages. Then the one of the left wasn't mine at all. Yes, the handwriting looked the same, but there was little mistakes that indicated that it wasn't mine.

I pointed to the one on the left, "This isn't mine. I don't write my 'y' or my 'c' like that."

Mrs. Hastings smiled, "The on the left is from the 'diary' you wrote, and the one of the right, well I think you know what that is." She paused. "I noticed those little things too. I think who ever said this was your handwriting wasn't paying attention."

I looked at her confused. "How did they figure out it was mine? I mean, they didn't have me practice writing anything before they arrested me." I told her.

Mrs. Hastings looked at me confused, before looking back through her papers. While looking through her papers her eyes widen. "It says here that Alison approved that it was your handwriting."

I slammed my hands in the table, "That bitch!" I screamed.

"Hey," Mrs. Hastings called out. "Don't worry, we're going to get your out of here and her here. We're going to win Courtney, trust me."