All the Little Monas

by YouKnowWhatTheySayAboutHope

There are so many Monas. So many personalities she's had. So many to the point that she doesn't know which one was there first, let alone which ones are meant to stay. Or Mona throughout the years. Vandermarin.

1. Mona

Mona

Once upon a time, Mona was normal. It was just Mona. No prefix to the name that drove her almost as nuts as the people who called her by it. It. was. Just. Mona.

And she had friends. Some not so close ones. Some closer. Some girls she vaguely knew. Becca Roberts, Jenny Bright, Emily Fields, Lexy Jackson, to name a few.

By the time eighth grade came, Mona had found her best friend. There she was. Funny, pretty, goofy Hanna Marin. Who bowed after puking on a trampoline. Who made Mona stronger. Whose laugh had Mona smiling all day. Who didn't mind Mona's large glasses and annoying braces, or lack of sense of style, or the kids in the halls who called her foureyes.

Although Hanna sympathised with Mona because of the kids. The same ones who made the small brunette's life miserable sometimes called Hanna names, too. Fat. Greedy-guts. Some others, that Mona did not find worth mentioning. Whenever the sound of one of them hit her ears, Mona curled her hand into a fist.

One day, those jackasses would pay for every insult, every miserable lunch period that Hanna would ever have to endure. Mona would make sure of it.

The middle schoolers that bothered them in the hallways were a pain in the ass, but nothing Hanna and Mona could not handle. They had each other. And Mona had the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach whenever she saw Hanna's beaming face.

Then the summer before freshman year came, and along with it, Alison DiLaurentis.