If you could be someone else for a day, would you? Maybe it was during a truth or dare game at a slumber party or maybe it was during a gossip session with your best friends, but we've all been asked this before. For Mona Vanderwaal, this was an easy question to answer. Mona would have gladly become Alison DiLaurentis for a day, a month, a year, maybe even forever. She would have given anything for her heart shaped face, and charming smile - the kind of smile that hypnotized girls and boys alike. She would have done anything to gain access into Ali's elite clique, the Pretty Little Liars. Mona looked up to Ali more than anyone. In fact, it was kind of heartbreaking in a way; because Ali couldn't have felt more different towards Mona.
"Come on, tell us," Aria Montgomery begged, twirling a strand of neon-streaked hair around her finger. The rest of her friends nodded in agreement, staring hungrily at Ali.
Ali laughed, a noise that instantly brought a smile to her friends' faces. "Where's the mystery in that?" Ali asked teasingly. All her friends groaned, and Ali leaned forward as if to tell them a secret.
"I will tell you this, though," Ali grinned. "He is so much more mature than middle school boys."
"You're dating a high-" Spencer Hastings asked in disbelief, but was quickly interrupted by a silencing glare from Ali.
It seemed someone was eavesdropping on the girls' conversation. Again. Why Mona Vanderwaal got the impression that the Liars wanted her around, none of them knew.
"Not it," Ali said loudly.
"Not it," all the girls but Hanna repeated.
Hanna groaned. This was a game the girls played to determine who would have to talk to freaks like clueless Mona. "Can I help you?" Hanna asked Mona, annoyed.
"Can I sit with you guys?" Mona asked eagerly, running a hand through her unbrushed hair. She sniffled, and Ali scrunched up her nose disgustedly.
Suddenly Ali's face brightened, and she flashed Mona a special smile that was usually directed towards the Liars. "Sure."
"Really?" Mona asked, her eyes widening. The Liars looked from one to the other confusedly. Since when did Ali allow Loser Mona to sit by them?
Mona sat down next to Ali, smiling like a dog who had been tossed a bone. But Ali's smile was more like a snake who was after its prey. Ali stood up, gathering her bags and walked away from the table. As if by que, the Liars followed her.
"Sorry, sweetie," Ali called over her shoulder, blowing Mona a kiss. "We don't sit with desperate losers."
Maybe the Liars would have been nicer to Mona if they had known where she was on the night they blinded Jenna Cavanaugh: standing on the porch taking pictures.