A/N: Hey guys, here's a new story I just started. I've been playing with the idea for a while so I decided I'd write it out and upload it to see what you all think. I know this chapter is not the most interesting, but Ezra will show up next chapter and make things quite interesting and very very confusing. So review and tell me what you think! You know you want to! :) -Lindsey

Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars, I never had, and I never will (sadly). All I own is Roxy Balboa and my own imagination.

-Chapter 1-

Hi, my name is Aria Montgomery and I know nothing about myself- that's because I'm not really Aria Montgomery. Let me explain. My real name is Roxy Balboa, an adopted 17-year-old girl from Minnesota. I never knew anything about my birth parents or family until three weeks ago- the same day that my life turned inside out. You see, my adopted parents had six other kids to worry about, meaning I wasn't really their prime focus. I decided to do some snooping around to find out anything I could about my birth family. What I didn't expect was for them to contact me.

On October 18th, I got a call from a girl who told me I was her twin and she wanted to meet me. At first I was skeptical, but once she proved herself on video chat, we became fast friends.

She had the life I had always dreamed of having, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't draw me in. I wanted to meet her- my parents. She had told me she was never told I existed, but assumed her parents just decided they couldn't handle two kids. I can't say it doesn't bother me that they chose her and not me, but I was determined not to hold a grudge.

We had made a plan to meet. I told my parents I was going to stay with a friend and I'd be back. It was summer, their lives were hectic, and they didn't really care much, so they let me go.

As soon as I got to Rosewood, I knew my life here would be different. Every house was a mansion, every girl dressed in designer clothing, and everyone seemed to know each other.

We pulled into the bus stop and looked at the man sitting next to me who had made small talk with me throughout the ride, "Well, this is my stop," I said, "It was nice meeting you." He smiled and returned the gesture before getting up and letting me pass by to get off the bus.

"Roxy!" I heard someone yell and as soon as I turned in the direction, a body much like mine ran over and gave me a hug. I returned the hug and started walking with her, "How was the ride?" She asked.

"Not too bad, but there was a kid behind me that kept kicking my seat," I replied.

"Oh, I hate that," She said, continuing to walk down the street.

"Where are we going?" I asked suddenly.

"To my house, There's been a change of plans and I need to explain everything to you but there is no time."

"But aren't your parents-" She cut me off.

"No one is home, now please hurry!"

She rushed me inside a large, but beautiful house and raced me upstairs to what I assumed was her bedroom.

"I have to leave," She blurted out, "And I can't tell anyone otherwise A will know."

"What are you-"

"No let me finish, this is important. I don't know when I'll be back, but it's important for you not to give yourself away. You are me as long as I'm gone. Here's what you need to know. Mike's coming home in an hour, you need to change out of those clothes before he see's you. Hannah will pick you up at 7:30 tomorrow for school. Stick with her Em and Spence. You're class schedule is in your binder in your locker. Oh, and one last thing, if my dad brings up anything about Meredith, avoid it like the plague."

"Ok, so I-"

"I'm sorry, I really got to run. You're me remember. Bye!" and she ran out the door. For a moment I contemplated running out the door too and leaving this place behind, but the thought of meeting my birth family kept me rooted on the ground. Everything happened so suddenly. One moment I'm Roxy Balboa, the girl with no real family and hardly enough money to live off of, and now all the sudden, I'm Aria Montgomery with a life too good to be true, but I know nothing about.

I walked around Aria's room familiarizing myself with my surroundings. By the amount of books she had scattered around, it was evident she liked to read- a trait we share. She had a great, but quirky sense of style- something I picked up on from the clothes in her closet that I had already begun to experiment with, and she was close with her friends. There were numerous pictures of 5 girls, and some with the same girls, but the pretty blonde one missing. I wondered if there had been a falling out between them.

I studied the pictures trying to figure out which girl Hannah would be. I would find out in the morning but it would be nice to have a little briefing on each of them before having to fake being their best friends. What had seemed like a cool experience, living in Aria's shoes, suddenly seemed like a very bad idea. I had no idea anything about her friends, what kind of a student she was, her type in guys, nothing. We'd talked only enough for me to find out we were similar, but definitely not the same people.

I had to remind myself that I was a smart girl, one of the smartest at my old school, which means one thing only- I could do this. All I have to do is figure a few people out and I would be golden.

I contemplated telling one of Aria's friends that I was Roxy, hoping that if one of them knew, they could help me out, but Aria had said something about someone finding out, so no one could know. I do know one thing; Aria is smart too. If she told me not to tell anyone, I'm sure she has a fantastic reason for doing so.

My heart rate picked up as soon as I heard the front door open, knowing mike had come home. Per Aria's request, I had changed my clothing, experimented with her makeup, and made myself look as Aria-ish as I possibly knew how. I was ready to face Mike.

"Hey," he mumbled as I came into the kitchen. His head was stuck in the fridge, so I didn't have the best view of him. Aria had told me a little bit about him during our brief video chats, but I had never seen a picture of him. I was ready to see my little brother for the first time in my life.

"Hey mike," I replied, not knowing exactly what to say. He stuck his head out of the fridge and looked at me head on. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, my little brother at last.

"When was the last time mom went shopping? We have no food in this house. I'm starved," He complained and I laughed.

"There's plenty of food, it just takes a little preparation."

"Who do you expect to prepare it?"

"You?" I asked unsure if I should continue. I honestly couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or he was just really a spoiled brat. Think like Aria, think like Aria I had to tell myself. It was the only way I was going to get through this.

Apparently I looked a little uncomfortable as mike soon pointed out, "Cool it sis, I'm not going to let myself starve. Plus, mom will probably be home in half an hour."

Well that's just great. I could barely fool my brother, let alone my parents. My parents. I was so excited to meet them, yet so nervous. I wanted so badly to make a good impression but now I couldn't be myself, I had to be Aria, and Aria wouldn't try to make a good impression on her own parents at some random dinner. This was going to be tricky.