She Still Felt Like A Punked-out, Faux-leather-wearing,

Aria: I Went To Hollis. Because I Was Looking For...you Know. Her. She Was Teaching An Art Class, So I Ran Inside, Grabbed A Paintbrush, And Painted A Scarlet A Across Her Chest. You Know, Like That Woman In The Scarlet Letter? It Was Awesome. She Didn't Know What Hit Her. And Then I Said, 'now Everyone Will Know What You've Done'. Ella: Do You Realize That Hester Prynne Is Supposed To Be A Sympathetic Character?

We Killed An Innocent Girl

Go Now. Alone. Or I Make Good On My Promise. -a

Or Perhaps All Those Things You Missed Upon First Glance Mean Much More Than You Could Ever Guess.

Ezra Clapped His Hands. "all Right," He Said. "in Addition To The Books We're Reading As A Class, I Want To Do An Extra Side Project On Unreliable Narrators." Devon Arliss Raised Her Hand. "what Does That Mean?" Ezra Strode Around The Room. "well, The Narrator Tells Us The Story In The Book, Right? But What If... The Narrator Isn't Telling Us The Truth? Maybe He's Telling Us His Skewed Version Of The Story To Get You On His Side. Or To Scare You. Or Maybe He's Crazy!