A, Times Two

Spoilers, Spoilers, Spoilers. This has parts from the books and the TV series. Do not read if you don't want to know who A is. Basically, Hanna is pretty evil in this and she is working with A.

The first week back at school after Ali's disappearance. Written from Hanna's point of view

Oh god, Mona was crying. Who knew someone could be feeling worse than I was? Crying though? That's like, the un-coolest thing ever. Typical loser Mona. But I did feel sorry for her; she was sort of like me in a way.

We both sat there outside the gym hall having just been told by Miss-Stick-Thin-Head-Cheerleader that we were "unsuitable for the Rosewood Cheer Chicks". She said "unsuitable", but I could tell by the way she was looking at me that she actually meant "too fat". No wonder Mona was in tears. I had never been so humiliated or ashamed of myself, ever.

They'd told me not to try out. Emily, Spencer, Aria. Alison. They'd all said it. Alison had said that only pretty girls like her could be cheer leaders, not overweight losers like me. We held a fake try-out session in Aria's garden a week before Ali went missing. Ali got to be the judge. You could tell she loved criticising each of us; while our faces would fall with disappointment, hers would light up with glee. She'd said some bitchy things to the others but nothing too bad, just typical Ali stuff, we were having fun so nobody seemed to care. But then it was my turn and suddenly Ali's mood just turned. She said I was fat and awkward, ugly and dorky. The others joined in as well; they were always ganging up on me. Once they'd finished tearing me apart I sat down on Aria's garden bench behind where Spencer and Ali were standing. I hated myself so much right then. I could feel tears starting to bubble so I wiped them away as quickly as I could, before the others noticed. But Ali turned her head at the exact right moment and saw me. My cheeks burned red with embarrassment. Ali didn't even seem sympathetic at all; she just smirked at me and then giggled. The others didn't seem to notice. If they had, it's not like they would have stuck up for me anyway. No one would have ever defended Hefty Hanna from Alison Dilaurentis .

That day we all agreed to try out for cheer squad the next school year. I was reluctant but I didn't want to disagree with the others, so I went along with it. After Ali went missing we said we'd still try out anyway, because she would have wanted us too. Now as I sat there with Mona, I had to watch Aria, Emily and Spencer all come through the gym hall doors congratulating each other on making the team. They ignored me of course. It was just another reminder that I never really belonged with them. I never fit in with the group. Who was I kidding, thinking that I ever did?

"How come they got in?" Mona had stopped crying now, and she was shooting dirty looks at Emily, Spencer and Aria. "Why did they even try out?"

"Uh, they did it for Ali, I did too"

"But Ali always made fun of cheerleading, she said it was lame"

Mona was talking about Ali like she knew her better than I did. I was annoyed, but then I realised she was right. Ali had made fun of cheerleading. I hated it when this happened, and it happened a lot. Ali and I were supposed to be best friends and yet every so often someone would say something and it would seem like I had never even known her at all.

"Spencer's only trying out because her sister was head cheerleader, I bet" Mona glared at Spencer like she really hated her. "Why is she so jealous of her sister? It's pathetic"

I knew she was bitching about someone who I was supposed to be friends with, but to be honest what Mona was saying was true. I didn't even think Spencer was my friend anymore. She was never that great a friend anyway. I guess I agreed with Mona. I was mad, and I started joining in with her too. We sat there for what seemed like ages making fun of Spencer, Aria and Emily; tearing them down the same way they tore me down that summer in Aria's garden.

That day, outside the gym after cheer leader try outs was the day I became friends with Mona. Then we became best friends. I was wrong about her; she wasn't a loser at all. From that day on we did everything together. We were inseparable. We shopped together, gossiped together and most importantly shared secrets together. We may have been losers when we first became friends, but that soon changed. I lost weight, we both got make-overs and soon we were the prettiest and most popular girls in the school. Mona was hilarious, stylish, gorgeous, sarcastic and the best friend anyone could ask for.

Who knew she would also turn out to be an evil, twisted bitch?