Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars or these characters. Not written for money, only enjoyment.
So I'm going to try something different. I hope you like it.
I should be there. I should be her maid of honor. I should be able to run to my brother and tell him that his bride looks amazing and that his jaw is going to drop when he sees her coming down the aisle. But I'm not, I can't be. I guess I'm getting ahead of myself. I just can't believe I missed so much in my best friend's lives, especially Aria's. I had always suspected that she had a crush on Jason, my older brother, but she always kept it quiet. Maybe if I had encouraged it when I was around they would have been together sooner.
Oh I'm guessing you want to know who I am. My name is Alison DiLaurentis. You see I disappeared the summer before I was supposed to start high school with my best friends. I was murdered. So I never got to have a sweet sixteen, go to prom, graduate or worry about going to college. But what I did see was much more interesting to me.
See I was queen bee for years and I collected my friends specifically. Each of them were their own treasures. Spencer was the brains and could be a royal pain but I loved that she always wanted answers. Hanna was the sweet one but had a habit of eating her feelings, I fixed that right away. Emily, what can I say about the girl who was my first girl kiss and crush. Then there was Aria, she was rebel out of them. She always had to be different from me, at the time I didn't appreciate it but over the past few years I have come to love her independence.
Yet again I'm jumping around. Sorry about that. I've never told anyone about this. You're probably wondering about what I was first talking about. See I have a prime seat to my brother and Aria's wedding and I'm miserable because I'm dead and can't be there in person to see it. I have watched them fall in love over the past few years and my heart has been so happy for two people. I just wish I could tell them all of this in person.
Sitting above everything for years has given me some insight into the lives of my friends and how they handled my death. Needless to say they all thought I was a bitch, which I was, so no harm no foul. It has also given me my own personal romantic comedy to catch up on every day. It was the romantic comedy that involved a brother I hated when I was alive and one of my best friends that I never really understood.
So while I'm waiting for this wedding to start I'll tell you how I saw things from above, but where to start?