Welcome to Camp Chapter Four

I am taking guesses, but not suggestions, on who A is! I have it all planned out, including the order each A will be revealed in. Good luck! I don't own Pretty Little Liars! Sadly...

This Isn't a Game

Alison

"Hanna," Ali snaps, "Were you even listening to me?"

"What?" the other blonde asks, "I'm sorry, Ali. I was zoning." Alison rolls her grey-blue eyes and sighs.

"I said, we need to find out why Spencer is so very adamant about Toby," she repeats, as they walk around, trying to find something to do.

"Let's go to the cabin and I'll give you a makeover," the blonde tacks on as an afterthought.

"I think she just wants to do what's right. That sounds good," Hanna replies, defending her friend while still agreeing with Alison, in a way. Ali scoffs but drops the subject, linking her arm with Hanna's.

"I'm glad we got put in the same cabin, Han," she tells her friend, "Don't tell the others, but I feel like you are my true, best friend." Hanna smiles widely and follows Ali to their cabin.

Emily

"That's a very pretty name," Maya tells her caramel-skinned companion.

"So is Maya," Emily replies, standing up and offering her hand to the other girl, "Join me?"

"As long as you don't mind me going in in my underwear," Maya tells her, causing a surprised look to take over Emily's face, "I don't have my bathing suit." Em smiles shyly.

"Right, no problem," she replies, slightly embarrassed. Maya takes Emily's hand and pulls herself up. She slides her shirt over her head and Emily bites her lower lip, before looking away. Maya's shorts hit the pier and she walks to the edge. Emily joins her and they jump in together.

Aria

The petit brunette girl looks around in awe. The art room is huge. She walks over to one of the easels, trailing her finger tips gently along some of the supplies. She sits on the stool in front of a large canvas. The graphite pencil the young girl had decided to use glides smoothly over the canvas. As the familiar feeling takes over her, the outlines of five faces begin to form. They over lap slightly, all five shaped slightly differently. Eyes are sketched in, followed by noses and eyebrows. The dark haired girl hears the door open, just as she starts the mouths, and turns around, towards the sound.

"Sorry to interrupt," a deep voice says, walking over to where the small girl sits.

"It's no problem. I hope I'm not breaking any rules by drawing, Mr. Fitz," Aria responds, smiling timidly.

"No. Of course not. Everyone is encouraged to use the equipment we have everywhere," Ezra tells his camper.

"Good," she whispers, turning back towards her canvas to finish out the smooth lines of the mouths. Shoulders form, overlapping each other, only after slim necks make an appearance on the drawing. As she adds hair that all seems to flow together, unintentionally making the girls look connected. She sets the pencil down and sighs.

"That's very impressive," the counselor whispers, not wanting to break her focus.

"Thank you," she replied, quietly. Somehow, without realizing, the man and girl move towards one another. As their lips become only millimeters apart, the door is flung open. Ezra and Aria fly apart as Spencer rushes to her friend's side.

"I have to talk to you!" she shouts, breathlessly, "Oh my God! That's amazing, Aria! It looks just like us."

Aria smiles widely at her friend then links arms with her and bids her counselor goodbye, walking to the girl's cabin, canvas in tow.

Hanna

After almost an hour of plucking, makeup applying, and primping, Alison finally gives her friend permission to look. Hanna's eyes widen as she takes in her reflection.

"I look…" she trails off, unable to find the proper words to describe her make-over.

"Hot," Ali replies, with heavy emphasis, "Now, I am going to take a nap."

"And I am going for a walk," Hanna announces, slipping on a pair of flip-flops. Alison waves at her over her shoulder and flops onto her bed. The slightly heavier blonde walks out the door and nearly straight into a boy, about her age.

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaims, startled.

" No, no. It was my fault. I'm Caleb," he introduces himself.

"Hanna," she replies, offering her hand.

"Let me guess," he says, "You're a rich girl that has never spent a day outdoors in her life."

"How about no? I go camping every summer, at least twice, for a week at a time with my dad. In a tent. Not some cushy cabin. Or, I used to anyway," she snaps, offended, "And let me guess. You're one of those guys who plays guitar, and gets all the girls. But, because of your past, you can never make a commitment."

"Not even close," he tells her, smugly, "I'll see you around, Hanna." She turns around as he leaves and glares at his back.

Anonymous

The girl watches the many screens on her wall and smirks. She sees it all. Toby and Spencer kissing. Aria nearly kissing her counselor. Alison giving Hanna a make-over. Emily swimming with a girl in her underwear. Hanna speaking to a boy with long hair. Alison taking out her special medication. An evil smirk covers her face. Her stormy green eyes flash in delight at knowing all of their secrets.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she announces loudly, in order to gain the attention of her mesmerized posse of five teens and one adult, "You all know why you're here. We are going to take down these bitches once and for all. Secret by secret and lie by lie. And they will never see it coming."

"When do we start?" one blonde asks, smiling wickedly.

"We already have. Welcome to the A-Team. I'm sure you will all like it here. Never forget your hoodies and gloves when you go near them please. They will find out who we are when I want them to. This is not a game. I'm out for blood. Line up."

The head of this sick, twisted team goes down the line, handing out everything they need to take down Alison and her bitches.

Five texts are sent.

Look who's kissing the enemy. What would your little leader say? ~ A

Like father, like daughter. Affairs with teachers are more common than you think. ~ A

Nice girls don't date each other. ~ A

Pretty faces mean nothing if you're not skinny. Your toothbrush has two uses. ~ A

Your friends will leave you when they find out how cray-cray you are. ~ A