A/N: Hello fellow readers! I have been really wanting to write a Pretty Little Liars story, and all of a sudden this idea smacked me in the forehead. There are a couple OC's, but other than that everything is connected to the storyline. This particular fanfiction will be around the events of mid-season 3ish. I think. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own PLL. Marlene King and Sara Shepard do.

"Makeup, check."

"Designer purse, check."

"Phone, charger, and camera, check."

"Sunglasses, check."

"Bikini, check."

If you had already watched at least the first episode of Pretty Little Liars, you probably would've have already guessed who was speaking right about now.

Yep. Typical Hanna Marin for ya.

Compared to the others, who were plenty happy with their jeans, blazers, and comfy dresses, Hanna liked to go all-out. Today she wore a pink and gold striped sundress, with a pair of leopard print glasses, and had pulled her hair into a tight braid.

Now finished with packing, Hanna closed the lid of her suitcase, then tugged on the zipper.

It didn't budge.

Hanna tugged harder, gritting her teeth in frustration. How hard was it to fit ten pre-picked designer outfits, a medium sized makeup bag, and a hair curler in a silver glitter suitcase?

"Hanna, Emily's here!" Why was her mom calling her? It wasn't even one o'clock yet!

Emily must've made sure to arrive early.

"Just a minute, I'm coming!" Hanna yelled over her shoulder, then turned back to the packing situation, cursing under her breath when the suitcase still wasn't answering her prayers.

"Hanna?" Now Emily's voice. "Do you need any help up there? I'm coming upstairs!"

Dammit.

"No, it's okay! I'm fine-"

Too late. Emily Fields, one of Hanna's best friends, appeared in the doorway. Compared to the blonde, she looked totally different, appearance and all. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, and she was dressed casually, with jeans and a Taylor Swift concert t-shirt, with a purple bandanna tied around her left wrist.

"Everything okay?" Emily asked, slightly concerned considering Hanna's flustered face and a little too stylish outfit.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." Hanna stammered, jerking the zipper so that it finally got unstuck and zipping the suitcase shut. "There. All done!"

"Sounds good. Do you want me to help carry anything?"

No, thanks." Hanna shook her head. "All I have is this, so..."

"Are you sure? It looks pretty heavy to me."

"I'll be fine." Hanna insisted, standing the suitcase upright and gripping the top handle. "Thanks for offering though, Em."

"No problem. I'll be outside if you need me." With that, Emily turned on her heel and left the room.

Glad for her friend to be gone and not watch her struggle, Hanna mentally counted to three and heaved the suitcase over her shoulder like a backpack.

God, this thing feels like it weighs thirty pounds!

Grumbling and groaning with a lot of effort, it took Hanna a while to work her way downstairs, to where her mother was waiting, a sly smirk on her face.

"Too heavy for you?" She joked.

"Not a chance, Mom." Hanna shot back, forcing a smile.

"Well, you have fun, okay? Be careful, Hanna. I love you."

"I love you too." The two exchanged a quick hug, then Hanna closed the front door behind her and headed outside, with a final goodbye from her only parent.

She met her gaze with Emily, who grinned and told her to get in the back while she loaded the suitcase in the truck.

Relieved to comply, Hanna handed it to her, then opened the back car door, hopping inside.

Aria met her in the back seat, and the two girls exchanged hugs and smiles before Aria spoke.

"Hanna," she said, pointing at her friend's outfit, "What the hell are you wearing?"

"What do you mean, what the hell am I wearing? I thought we were going to Em's cabin!"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to wear anything that you bought for over a hundred dollars."

"Whatever." Hanna huffed, adjusting her braid. "By the way, where's Spencer?"

"We still need to pick her up." said Emily, who had just gotten into the car and was now turning the key in the ignition. "Her house is the last stop, then we'll be on our way to freedom."

"Tell me about it!" Aria exclaimed, sighing dramatically. "All I can think about is A not being able to torment us."

"You're totally right about that." Hanna replied. "I can't wait to go sunbathing and watch for hot guys."

"Who said anything about hot guys?" Emily said, smiling into the rear view mirror.

"Well, you never know!" Hanna said, and with that remark, the three girls burst in giggles.

It didn't take long before they reached Spencer's house. Their friend sat on the front steps, wearing a checkered blazer and a dark grey skirt to match, along with her brown hair pulled into a ponytail. Aria noticed that when she stood up, her usual serious expression turned into a pained one. when Spencer walked towards them, she seemed to drag her right leg behind her. A bandage was wrapped tightly around it right below the kneecap.

Emily was the first to ask about the injury.

"Spencer," she asked, "What happened?"

"Are you okay?" Hanna added.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I just dropped a kitchen knife on my leg, that's all."

Aria gasped. "Did you need stitches?"

"No. Mom, Dad and Melissa are in Virginia visiting my aunt, so I was alone when it happened. Plus, it's just a scratch."

"It doesn't look like just a scratch to me." Emily noted, crossing her arms.

"Well, either way I'll deal with it-"

"Guys, stop." Aria interrupted the two, easing the tense feelings. "Spencer can tell us if she's hurting any time. I think she just doesn't want the attention right now, okay? If she wants some help later on, we'll give it to her."

"Fine. Sorry, Spencer." Emily said, getting back in the car.

"Sorry, Em."

"Anyways..." Hanna dragged on, trying to change the subject. "Are we ready to go?"

"I think so, Han." Aria replied. "Spencer, would you like to join me in the back, and Hanna can sit in the front with Emily? Is that okay, Hanna?"

"Sure." Hanna said, getting out of the car and getting into the front. "There you go, Spence."

"Thanks." Spencer said, putting her stuff in the back and getting in next to Aria, closing the car door. "Hey, Aria."

"Hey, Spencer. Team Sparia is reunited, huh?"

Spencer grinned. "You bet."

"Everyone ready?" Emily asked. "Seatbelts on?"

"Yep!"

"I'm buckled in."

"Ready."

"Okay then. Get prepared for the ride of your life!" Emily said, smiling.

With that, they sped off for the highway, heading up towards the north of Rosewood. But none of them knew things were only about to get worse.