A/N: There will be random characters subbing in for the girls' friends, not all characters will come from the books. Please leave reviews on if I should continue and what not, enjoyyy. Also, my uploader is all messed up, and sometimes the text in my stories will be randomly underlined or italicized or bolded, sorry for the inconvenience.

Spencer:

Spencer walked downstairs, her parents were sitting at the kitchen table eating their scrambled eggs breakfast. Spencer was dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a plain white shirt.

"Morning!" Her mom said, in her happy, cheery, our-family-is-the-best in town tone of voice. Spencer smiled back at her, then peered out the window, "Whose moving in next door?"

Her dad brushed his hands on his napkin, getting the crumbs from his toast off of his hands before he responded, "The DiLaurentis family, they have a girl around your age, Spence. Maybe you could hang out with her or-"

"Dad." Spencer scoffed, "I already have friends." Then she slung her backpack over her shoulder and said, "I'm leaving for school now, I'll be home shortly after."

"Don't you have racquetball after school today?"

"Oh, I dropped that." She replied, waving her hand as if racquetball didn't mean a thing to her, which it didn't. "I thought I needed more time with Ruby and I. We haven't hung out in a while."

Her mom knit her eyebrows together, "Spencer," She started in a firm tone of voice, "You hung out a few days ago, and racquetball gives you credit for college, don't you want a scholarship?" Her daughter shrugged, "It's not like were poor or anything." Then she turned on the heel of her Converse sneaker and headed out the door.

Emily:

Emily stomped down the stairs in a sequined shirt and a leather mini. Her hair was curled and brought up into a girly pony tail. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she checked the caller-I.D: Jackson, her boyfriend. "Hello?" She asked, accepting the call. She paused in the kitchen, holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder while she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Hey, babe." Jackson replied, his voice low and muffled on the other end. "I was wondering if you needed me to pick you up for school today."

Emily pouted, even though Jackson couldn't see her , "Sorry, Jack, Mona's picking me up today. I could use a ride home, thoughhhh!" Her voice was sing-songy, she knew Jackson gave in whenever she sang.

He chuckled, "Sure thang, catch ya later, babe."

"Byee." She replied, also singing. Then she finised her cup of coffee and walked out the door. As if on cue, Mona pulled up to the curb of Emily's place, and she opened the door for Emily to climb in.

"Hey!" Mona said, taking off her sunglasses and turning down the Ke$ha music.

"Hey, Mona. I love those!" She pointed to her friends new gold-plat formed Gucci heels she was sporting with a black dress and a white blazer. Mona looked like perfection, like she always did. Emily looked better than perfection though, her flawless skin and better clothes gave her the Queen Bee title, and she liked that.

Aria:

"Aria!" Her mom called from downstairs, "Hurry up or your going to be late!" Aria rolled her eyes, and finished on her eyeliner. Then she stepped back and examined herself in the mirror, black dress, black skinny jeans, black combat boots and a black hair feather to top everything off.

Once she decided it was good enough, she went down the stairs, grabbed her keys and drove to school without saying good bye to her family. On her way to school, she caught sight of a moving van a few houses down, getting a few boxes in the front lawn, a girl with cascading blonde girls caught Aria's eye.

She reminded her of Emily, but with lighter toned skin, and of course, blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked like the materialistic type, though. "Hey!" She cried, "Goth girl, what you looking at?" She cried.

Aria lifted an eyebrow at her, "It's Aria, not goth girl."

Blonde Hair-Blue Eyes girl giggled, "Haha, like I care! Now just drive off!" Then she waved her hands, motioning for Aria to drive away. She obeyed, and muttered under her breath, "Bitch." As she turned up the music. Nine Inch Nails blasted from the radio, at a reasonable volume that kept Aria from thinking, she could barely hear her own thoughts over it.

When she pulled into school, everybody starred at her. Normal routine. She could hear boys whistling at her, and saying, "Hellooo, Aria!" In seductive voices. She ignored them, as always, and held onto the black pearl necklace around her neck so it didn't sway obnoxiously.

Hanna:

When she got to her locker, she loaded the books out of it. Social Studies, Geology, Chemistry, and the list went on and on. When Emily and Mona passed her, she could hear them making fun of her outfit.

Saggy jeans and a T-shirt that made her body shape look like a demented pear. Hanna didn't care though, she was getting into college while they weren't, and that was better than looking good, at least, that's what her mom told her.

Hanna pushed the text books under her arms, and walked around the schools until she got to her first period class, Chemistry. She set her books down and sighed of relief when she could feel the weight off of herself.

She could hear a random classmate in the back of the room chuckling, she turned around to see Aria looking Hanna up and down.

"What?" Hanna asked defensively, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at Aria's outfit. She may be goth, but all the guys had dreams about her, she over hears them talking about her every day at lunch. Hanna wondered if Aria would ever even date one of them, most likely not, she was into the creepy kind with big muscles and motorcycles.

Aria shook her head, "Did you literally get those jeans from Goodwill?"

Hanna bit her lower lip to keep from crying at the jab, then said back, "No! I have more important things to do than shop!"

Aria nodded sarcastically, "Oh, yeah! Study, study, study!" Then she held her arms up and waved them like she was dancing. Then she got realistic, "Just maybe try a second hand store, it's better than Goodwill."

Hanna turned around and pushed her glasses farther up her nose, and blinked furiously. Don't cry, don't cry. She told herself, she was used to the daily jabs, when people made fun of her, but coming from people like Aria and Emily and Spencer, it was different somehow. Hanna didn't know why it was different, it just was.