A/N: So this is my first Fan-Fiction, but I've read a lot before and I've done some writing before. I am also looking for a Beta, so if someone is willing PM me or contact me.
Disclaimer: The Pretty Little Liars books belong to Sara Shepard, not me.
Chapter 1:
Aria Montgomery's life was never exactly normal, but it was at least slightly more normal before Alison DiLaurentis came into her life. However for Aria, Alison becoming a part of her life meant some good things and some bad things to. Though this isn't going to be about that, this is going to be about Aria's time in Iceland.
Aria wakes up to the sound of a traditional Icelandic song playing on her alarm clock. She sits up rubbing her eyes, and hits the stop button. She climbs out of bed and gets dressed. She then makes her way to the kitchen, where she sits down at the table.
"Good morning, Aria" Her mother Ella, says to her as she sits a plate of what looks like bread in front of Aria.
"Good Morning Ella" Aria mumbles as she picks up a chunk of bread and takes a bite from it.
When Aria finishes her bread, she stands up and pushes her chair in. "Well I think I'm going to go draw, somewhere" She says.
She then walks out of the kitchen, to her room where she grabs her bag. Aria then walks back through her house, and to the door. She then walks out of the house shutting the door behind her. Aria then finds her self-walking in the direction of one of the natural hot springs. When she reaches one, Aria sits down and opens her bag. She takes out a sketchpad, and takes out a drawing pencil. She then bends over and slowly starts drawing.
When Aria, looks up she notices that a few hours have passed. She then looks down at her drawing, which she is shocked to see is off Alison. Aria quickly rips the drawing out of her notebook. She crumbles it up and throws it as far as she can.
Aria then picks up her bag, and shoves her pencil and sketchpad back into it. She then starts to walk away.
"Hey Beautiful" A random teenaged boy with light hair, and pale skin, calls after Aria, as she briskly walks past him.
Aria ignores the boy and keeps walking. When she reaches the street leading to her house, she turns and walks down it. When she reaches her home, she walks in and makes her way to her room. She throws her bag down, and sits on her bed. She then picks up her knitting, and continues to knit the pair of socks, she's working on.
Aria's thoughts start to wonder to, Alison and her past life. I wonder if the others have moved on? She asks her self. Slowly Aria sits down her knitting. She then lays back and closes her eyes. Slowly she falls asleep.