Jess' Point of View
It didn't start for me, the same time it started for the others. That's because I wasn't here at the start. When they all were together. I'm from the past, I guess you could say. Some leave their past behind and call it hitory. Is that why we learn it?
Because whoever and whatever is in the past is forgotten? Well, I don't know if that goes the same way for me. Maybe it is, but how would I know? I'd have to ask the person who I knew. I would, but she's gone. She's already dead. And I will never know if she remembers me or not.
But I'm sure if I turned up and looked her in the eyes in front of her new friends, she'd remember me. She'd remember my eyes, my face, my attitude. It'd be hard to forget me
completely, or at all. In way, you could say, she got her personality and ways of being a leader, from me. Nobody would forget me, once they saw me or if they knew me. Some hate me, but they are losers.
Wait, that's what Alison would say. I'm much nicer than that. Ali and I were alike, but I'm not as horrible and cruel as she was most of the time. She was my best friend, until she moved and then I was the leader in Rosswell. But now, that I'm moving to her town. The one she took over as soon as Ali moved there. My name is Jess. Jess Bennings.
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Alright, so this isn't going to be any average day. I just moved to Rosewood and I start school tomorrow and I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm really interested in Ali's legacy there. I want to know what she did, maybe I'll see if she learned any of my ways. Or better; I could learn something from her.
But I doubt it, because Ali and I were like sisters. Except I actually had more humanity
inside my body and I had more of a heart than she did. I don't know how I can look Ali's friends in the eye? I don't even know their faces. But I do know their names. I've heard a lot about Ali and her new friends in Rosewood.
There names are ones I've never heard and some names that are fit for boys.
Some that are fit for people that wear wigs. And some that are for princess types. That's a trait for each of them. I know them and I don't know them. I know it sounds complicated, but it's just the way things are.
Anyway, I just wonder what it'll be like here. It'll be a new start. I don't know if it's going to be for better or worse. But let's say my life hasn't exactly been, as a slice of pie as Ali's was. Mine could improve now that I'm in Rosewood. Or it could get bad. Really bad.
Even though I used to live with my know it all father who has a different girlfriend every week. He's my dad, even though I prefer to call him George. Don't let his eyes fool you, George the Whore is just as evil as mine and Ali' dark sides were; maybe even worse. And then there's my younger brother. Liam. He's so young. Well, he's eleven and he's smart. He knows our daddy's true colors and was actually the one who picked out his nickname. I take care of him. He takes care of me. We've got only each other. Can't rely on George in between different vagina's he visited.
We now live in a foster home. It's been about two weeks. I had had enough when George forgot to bring us food for a week and then when Liam asked about George yelled at him and me. Then decided to teach him by giving him a punch. He hurt him. In the Stomach. It took many minutes for me to make George stop and he only stopped because his lady was waiting for him. He wasn't going to be late for work. Something George was reliable on.
And I certainly wasn't going to let that happen to Liam again. So, I called social services and Liam and I had been there for two weeks. George was in jail. It was a matter of time. Liam could sleep at night, knowing George would never hurt him again. But the next thing we knew, we had to leave Rosswell.
The only reason Liam and I had to move to Rosewood was because we got adopted. I don't know much about him other than he's a teacher. Which gives me and Liam more of a chance of being nagged every minute to finish our homework and to study every possible free minute we have. Or worse, he probably works at a high school and we'll have
to be taught in his class. Well, at least I'll have to now. Liam might be safe for a few years until he's a Junior or Senior. I'm a junior by the way in case you were wondering. I won't know anybody in this town, considering Ali's dead. But right now Liam and I only have one wish.
We just hope whoever our new father is going to be, isn't as bad as George the Whore was. Or Worse. I don't know if Liam and I know what could be worse than our biological father after our mother died. Which basically how he always was; at least in Liam's eyes. Now we just wait to see who our new father is and how we like Rosewood. Maybe I'll be the new Alison. I do know Liam will never be like Jason. I promise that. We'll see what tomorrow brings. With our new dad, at our new schools, and our new life.
My First Pretty Little Liars Fanfiction! :) I'm currently Obsessed with this show, so I thought I'd try one!
Anyway, I know I don't usually write in first person, but I thought I'd give it a try. At least for this Prologue. I might do more 1st person but, I know most of this as the story goes on will be 3rd person, like all my other stories.
Anyway, Jess is my OC, which I have for like every story! ;) She's an old friend of Ali. And yeah she's a foster kid, along with her brother. But now she's gotten adopted and when the girls meet her, this might cause a little tention for one of them.
Jess is nicer than Ali was most of the time, but will kill you if you get in her way. Hanna, Emily, Spencer, & Aria will be in next chapter. Along with some of the boyfriends, Toby, Ezra, Caleb, & Paige.
Let me know what you think of this so far. And if there's something you'd like know. I might be able to tell you. Especially if it's about Jess.
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