If A Little Voice In Your Head

If The Next Car Passed Is Blue, Violet Will Be Okay, She Thought. If It's Red, A Will Do Something Horrible To Her. She Heard A Growl Of An Engine And Shut Her Eyes, Afraid To See What The Future Might Hold. She'd Never Cared So Much About Anything In Her Life. Just As The Car Was Passing, She Opened Her Eyes And Saw A Mercedes Hood Ornament. She Let Out A Long Sigh, Tears Coming To Her Eyes Once More. The Car Was Blue.

I Suppose I Could Let Bygones Be Bygones, Forgive And Forget, Yadda Yadda. But Where's The Fun In That? These Pretty Little Bitches Got Everything I Ever Wanted, And Now I'm Going To Make Sure They Get Exactly What They Deserve. Does That Make Me Sound Awful? Sorry, But As Every Pretty Little Liar Knows, Sometimes The Truth's Ugly-and It Always Hurts. I'll Be Watching.... Mwah! -a

The Air Smelled Like A Mélange Of Everyone's Perfume And Hair Products, With A Slight Undertone Of Booze.

I'm Just Saying -- You Can't Prevent Other People From Disappointing You. It's Bound To Happen At Some Point. We're All Only Human. What You Can Do Is Decide How You're Going To Deal With It.

Ew, No!' Laurel Said, Brushing Past Him. Dracula Covered Half His Face With His Cape, Shunned Vampire-style, And Scooted Away To His Perch Behind The Counter.