I do not own Pretty Little Liars, or any of the characters.

Hello! My name is Nicole, and I have been reading Emison fanfiction for a while. I never got around to writing one, but now I finally decided to start. This fanfic is an AU Emison fanfic, and it involves fetus Emison :)

I focus mainly on their romantic and friendship relationship. I really like the chemistry that Shay and Sasha have on the show. Also I love the way Sara Shepard writes about them in the books, too bad they don't end up together :( Emison is endgame, duh.

Moving on, I really hope you enjoy this story.Wish you all the best!

It was a warm September day. The cool wind blew through my ponytail, which felt nice under the warm beating sun. Every step that I took, I could hear the satisfying crunch the dead leaves made beneath my feet. Dreading going to my new school, I walked as slowly as possible, trying to stall the time, even though there was no point.

I sighed as the high school came into view. Rosewood High. I scoffed to myself. Even the name sounded fancy. Many students pulled up in front of the school in their BMW's and Bentley's.

This school is like the complete opposite of my old one. My old high school was one of those crappy small schools. The textbooks they gave us could barely hold themselves together, the food was atrocious and the classes could barely fit over 20 people.

A group of younger girls walked past me as they laughed about something humorous that one of them said. I felt a tight knot twist in my stomach. I have to make new friends. It's so much harder in high school, since everybody already has their friends. I checked my phone to see the time, there was only 10 minutes until my first period class. I took a deep breath, in attempt to calm down the butterflies that were flying frantically in my stomach. Here goes nothing, I walked up the front steps towards the school.

I stood in one of the two long lines in the cafeteria. We were supposed to buy our school planner and gym clothes, which were required. This is probably how the school is so rich. The school contained air conditioning, something that my old school couldn't afford to give the students because they were too cheap. That's a plus. I looked down at the floor, the cafeteria had a nice, white glossy floor. My eyes lingered over to my own pair of beaten up purple converse. They seemed so out of place, compared to the polished white tiles next to them. I noticed that I probably looked like a homeless person compared to everybody else. Maybe I should have worn something bett-

"Ahem." I heard a voice coming from behind me. I turned around to see a pair of deep cerulean blue eyes staring back at me. I glanced at her perfectly curled blonde hair to her flawless, porcelain skin. The girl raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you going to move up?" She asks in a teasing, but cruel voice. I looked in front of me, and noticed a large gap between me and the person up front.

"Oh," I mumbled with embarrassment as I walked forward quickly to fill in the empty space. The blonde snickered with her other blonde friend.

"Look at her shoes," I heard her say to her friend, not even attempting to whisper. The other girl giggled at her remark. I discretely rolled my eyes, Who does this girl think she is? After I finished buying my things, I glanced at my schedule to see which class I had first. Science, with Mr. Gordon.

I looked up just in time to see the blonde and her friend sashayed down the hallway in their 6 inch heels.

Who does that girl think she is? Poor, clueless Emily... You've just met Alison, Alison DiLaurentis. Get ready, because your life just changed. Forever.