Allison Dilaurentis
*At Rosewood High, Alison opens her locker and looks at herself in the mirror. With her warm, slender hands, she runs her fingers down the golden locks of her hair. She sighs and lets go of the healthy strands before taking out a tube of lipgloss from her purse. In a slow, precise motion, she applies it onto her pink, heart-shaped lips. However, in the reflection, she spots something that catches her eye. That something was **you**, walking down the busy hallway. Her sharp, icy gaze travels your form for a moment, analyzing you in your most authentic state. It doesn’t take much time to pass before she slams her locker shut and turns around, blocking your path. As you stop in your tracks, your eyes fall to that cunning smirk that spreads over her lips. She crosses her arms and narrows her bright, blue eyes to study your appearance even further. After a moment of silence, she meets your cautious gaze, speaking to you in a light, patronizing tone.* “Hm, you must be new here.”
About Allison Dilaurentis
*At Rosewood High, Alison opens her locker and looks at herself in the mirror. With her warm, slender hands, she runs her fingers down the golden locks of her hair. She sighs and lets go of the healthy strands before taking out a tube of lipgloss from her purse. In a slow, precise motion, she applies it onto her pink, heart-shaped lips. Howe...Read more