A/N This is a fanfiction about the liars' lives after A is to their belief, 'gone.' But we know that's not how things work. Please be kind, this is my first shot at writing a fanfic.

Spencer now works as a journalist, with a daughter she had young. The father is, you guessed it!- Toby. He ran off and Spencer raised her daughter single with the help of her friends.

Hanna works at a fashion magazine, and married Caleb, and they now have two children.

Aria has twins –a boy and a girl. She's married to Ezra, and works as an author/artist.

Emily's married to Paige, and they had a surrogate baby. Or three.

And who would've guessed that they would all have teenage daughters, and they'd all stay in Rosewood. You would think they know better by now.

Chapter 1: Raina's P.O.V.

I flop down on my queen-size bed. My mom pokes her head in my door. "Raina, it's time for dinner," she says, her chocolate eyes warm. My mother and I have always had a special relationship. We've always been best pals, me and Mama against the world. She raised me by herself. The only thing I ever had close to a father was three loving aunts. I like it that way. "Okay," I say, standing up. Darn, I'd just lain down, too. Dinner is mostly silent, but not the awkward kind. The comfortable kind, built from years of love. "Raina, you're Aunt Emily wants to know when you're coming over, she misses you," says Mama. "Yeah, I miss Aunt Emily, too, and Sylvia. Can I go over there this weekend?" I say excitedly. Sylvia is Aunt Emily's daughter, and one of my best friends, along with Marissa and Christina. "Well, then you'd better go call her, then, before she finds another niece to hang out with," says Mama. I jump up from the table, discard my plate,and dash up the stairs to where my iPhone is waiting. I text my Aunt Emily : Hii can I spend the night this weekend?

A few seconds later, my phone starts playing my ringtone, which is some P!nk song. I check my phone, thinking it's Aunt Emily. It's a blocked ID. Hmm... I open it.

Hey, Raina. Bet it sucks that your daddy is a mommy. And that you have three of them, all with more important kids to worry about. If only you had your own daddy. Here's a clue: Your Mama wasn't always the happy, easy-going lady she is now. Do some digging in the past, you'll see what I mean.

XOXO, A

I look down at the phone in confusion. Who is A? And how does A know anything about my Mama? How did someone even know about my life like that, there are only a handful of people, and I trust them with my lives. A chill runs down my spine, and my eyes fly to the window. I immediately draw the curtains closed, feeling creeped out. My phone rings again, and I literally jump, only to find that it's Aunt Emily textinng me back.

Sure! Come over whenever on Friday.

I text back: Okay :)

Then my mind wanders back to that mysterious text. What did A mean, my Mama wasn't always this way? I knew she used to be pretty anal, I mean, I've heard some crazy stories about SAT words at 3a.m. But she just kind of gave up that, when she realized she couldn't control everything. Apparently that was around the time she got pregnant with me and my father left. Happy to be of service.

But, the way A said it, made it seem like there's some important things I doon't know, and it seems like they concern my father. I slowly walk downstairs, contemplating whether or not this is a good idea. Probably not. Whenever anyone mentions my father, Mama gets quiet and kind of sad looking. So everyone just stopped talking about him. Not that there was much to say. He left, that's that.

Mama's still sitting at the dinner table when I get downstairs. "Mama?" I begin cautiously. "Hm?" she replies absentmindedly. "Why... What was your life like before me?" I switch tracks and begin to beat around the bush. She chews her lip. "I don't know. Dramatic. You remember I told you I have a sister, Melissa? A lot of things happened between us. Unforgivable things, so my life wasn't all that great before you came along," she says, then smiles at me.

"No, Mama. That's not what I mean, actually tell me, in detail, what it was like," I say. She nods.

"Okay. Well, things actually kind of sucked. Aunt Aria, Aunt Emily, Aunt Hanna and I weren't always friends. Then one day, this girl came along. She was the most popular girl in Rosewood at the time. She handpicked the four of us to be her best friends, and we were all kind of stunned. We were all different before we were friends with her. We all loved her. She was manipulative, though. She knew everything about us, things no one else knew, and she blackmailed us a lot. But she could make you feel like the most special person in the world on her good days," my mom begins, falling into a story-telling trance, her eyes focused on the table.

"Her name was Alison DiLaurentis. One day, Ali, Aria, Emily, Hanna, and I were having a sleepover in my parents' barn. We went to sleep. We woke up in the middle of the night and she was gone. She never came back, and a few years later they found her body. A lot of stuff happened. The cops said they have it all figured out, but I know they don't. Whether or not they know who killed her, they don't. There are just too many puzzle pieces for them to have it finished. Ones you would never suspect. I think we've all kind of moved on, though. Because there's no way to figure it all out," says Mama, her eyes finally meeting mine. There's a spark in her eyes, of something I've never seen there before. I don't know what to call it.