Tomorrow morning, after they completed their last seventh-grade final at Rosewood Day, the school they all attended, they would take part in the school’s annual graduation-pin ceremony.

The girls had lived in Rosewood nearly all their lives, and they felt lucky to be part of such a special place. It was a typical idyllic Rosewood moment-everything about the town was pretty, and that included its sounds, smells, and inhabitants. The air smelled like lilacs, mown grass, and Neutrogena sunscreen. “It’s my barn-I get to tell her.” She rang the DiLaurentis’s doorbell again.Īs they waited, the girls listened to the buzz of the landscapers pruning Spencer’s hedges next door and the thwock-thwock of the Fairfield twins playing tennis on their backyard court two houses down. “We could do a choreographed dance and say, ‘Ta-da!’ at the end.” “That would be fun.” Emily pushed her blunt-cut, reddish-blond hair behind her ears. “Maybe we should all tell her at the same time,” Aria suggested, scratching the temporary dragonfly tattoo she’d pasted on her collarbone. Ever since Alison, their fifth best friend, had told Hanna that only fidgety girls stayed thin, Hanna had been making a lot of extra movements. “Why do you get to tell her?” Hanna asked as she hopped from the porch step to the sidewalk and back again. She straightened her sea-green eyelet T-shirt and pressed Alison DiLaurentis’s doorbell. “She’s going to be so psyched when I tell her,” Spencer Hastings said to her best friends Hanna Marin, Emily Fields, and Aria Montgomery. And in Rosewood, nothing is ever what it seems. Sometimes the past holds more questions than answers. But what if they really could go back? Would they be able to keep their fifth best friend alive…or is her tragedy part of their destiny? And four former best friends would do anything to travel back in time and make things right. In Rosewood, fantasies about reversing fate are as common as girls receiving Tiffany heart pendants for their thirteenth birthdays. You could be jet-setting around the Mediterranean instead of sitting in geography class, trying to find it on a map. Or maybe you’d be playing goalie for the women’s national soccer team by now, with a Nike modeling contract and a beach house in Nice. If only you hadn’t made those bad choices, maybe your ex-BFF would have given you that extra front-row ticket to Marc Jacobs’s fashion show. And back in ninth grade, you would never have skipped soccer practice to hit the beach if you’d known Coach would bench you for the rest of the season.

Ever wish you could go back in time and undo your mistakes? If only you hadn’t drawn that clown face on the Bratz doll your best friend got for her eighth birthday, she wouldn’t have dropped you for the new girl from Boston.

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