Spencer Hastings held her first ever copy of Hamlet close to her chest. The book itself wasn't new, but Spencer appreciated the smell of the pages when she flipped through it. The pages where yellowing sight, since it was one of the first copies printed, and her parents gave it to her as a gift for her first day of kindergarten.

Her parents just dropped her off, and didn't bother to check her into the building. Her older sister was attending the same school, but in a higher grade. Melissa was in the 3rd-4th grade wing, which was upstairs, so the oldest Hastings daughter wouldn't be able to keep an eye on the younger, who was on the lower floor.

Spencer confidently walked into the building, her book still in her arms. She was decked out in a cute plaid skirt and white button-down shirt-sleeve shirt. She had on knee-high white socks and black bow flats. Her hair was down and flowing, not a strand out of place. She had a maroon colored backpack, each strap even and on each shoulder. Her brown locks bounced with each step she took towards her class room, and her brown eyes shone with excitement.

Spencer loved school. She loved when the teachers applauded her for getting an answer correctly, and when she would get a sticker or a smiley face. She did appreciate those little gestures, but she didn't show it. She had to keep her head high and continue with her academics. She couldn't have her only goal be trying to get a strawberry scented strawberry short cake sticker. But, that was pre-school. This was real school now. Spencer was excited for new challenges and new things to learn.

The girl counted the numbers on the wall next to each class room so she could find hers. Room 15. Right now, Spencer was walking slowly next to room 9, admiring the gold stars with the student's names in them. She kept walking, occasionally glancing ahead of her so she wouldn't bump into anyone.

Room 11. Spencer mentally did the math and calculated that there were 4 more classes until she got to hers. She listened the clacking of her shoes through the hallway as she went on. Room 12, 13, 14… she was about to reach hers when a small body collided with hers. Spencer looked down and saw a smaller girl on the ground. Spencer was bigger than her, so she didn't fall, only this other person. She has on light pink dress and that rippled towards the bottom. She wore white and pink sneakers and her wavy blonde hair had pink ribbons on each side. She had bright blue eyes, and even though she fell down, she looked unharmed.

She stood up and brushed herself off hugged her pink plush rabbit close to her chest, as Spencer was doing with her book. The ears of the bunny flopped down, and its head rested in front of the blonde's mouth and nose, so her oceanic eyes peeked out to gaze at Spencer. A small "hi" sounded out from the smaller girl and Spencer smiled at her before moving to the side and entering the class room. Only half the class was there, and Spencer looked glanced around the table tops of each desk for her name, and found it towards the back of the room. She immediately frowned and picked up her name tag and walked up to the teacher.

The teachers name was spelt out on the board. Mrs. Schwartz. Under it, in white chalk, it spelt Mrs. S. Spencer knew most kids wouldn't be able to pronounce 'Schwartz,' that's why she offered to be called Mrs. S, so Spencer made a mental note to always call her Mrs. Schwartz.

She reached the lady that was in front of the whiteboard and held her name tag up to her.

"I'd like to be seated in the front of the class, please," she said urgently, hoping to sound mature and efficient. The teacher smiled down at her and began speaking.

"Actually," she began, taking a second to glance at Spencer's name tag to figure out her name, "Spencer, I made a specific seating chart everyone is in a spot I think would be easiest."

Spencer narrowed her eyes at her. "Bad kids sit in the back," she argued back. "I, am not a bad kid."

Mrs. Schwartz kept her fake smile on and chuckled a little before turning her attention back to the whiteboard. Spencer stood with her hands on her hips and her eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. No has ever just… turned away from her like that. How dare she! Spencer's new goal was to be at the top of the class to prove to this new woman she's not a trouble maker, and deserves to be in the front.

She felt a light tap on her shoulder and spun around, only to be met with the blonde girl from before.

"Mrs. S doesn't change seats. But she's very nice, you'll see. I sit in the back too," She assured her, her words light and slightly muffled from the bunny that was still in front of her lips.

Spencer didn't bother to give her a real response. She just brushed passed her and muttered, "The back is for bad kids." She didn't bother to look back at the girl as she plopped down in her seat with her arms crossed and chocolate brown eyes staring intently ahead. She didn't look at the rude Mrs. Schwartz or the look of hurt on the blonde's face. She just stared at the board with a scowl on her features and the words replaying over and over in her mind.

The back is for bad kids.

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A tall, tan, black haired girl entered the room ten minutes after Spencer. She was really worried about this. After all, Emily Fields didn't like pre-school, so why would she like kindergarten? The only thing she liked was recess and gym, because they got to run around. But gym was her favorite. You had to run around and be active with run another as a requirement. Recess, you needed friends to play tag and hide-and-go-seek with; Something Emily had a few of.

Emily wasn't very social with people unless they talk to her first. She didn't like the idea of just walking up to new people and striking up conversation with them. Maybe if they approach her first, and she responds, then maybe then she could have friends. So far, she's only had three friends. Scott, Clara and Shayla, who everyone just called Shay. The four of them were close in pre-school, and now, as Emily entered Room 15, she noticed that Scott and Shay were there. Clara was in the room next door, or Room 14. Scott and Shay ran up to Emily and hugged her and Scott gave her a wide smile, and she noticed he's lost his front teeth.

"Emiwy! Wook! I wost my teef!" He said excitedly, pointing his small fingers in his mouth. Emily nodded and grinned at him.

"That's awesome," she responded. He Shay nodded in agreement and pulled her jean jacket higher on her sleeve since it was a hand-me-down and kept falling off. She had on black stockings and a purple shirt under the jean jacket and Emily grinned at her and awkwardly patted Shay's soft light brown curls.

Shay reached over and flipped the hood on Emily's navy hoodie onto her head and giggled. Emily laughed too and Scott flipped it back own. Shay and Scott took turns flipping Emily's hoodie on and off her head, the three laughing the whole time at the situation, which wasn't even funny, but they found hilarious.

Then Mrs. S came up and squatted down besides the three and looked at each of them in turn.

"Let's not do that, okay guys?" She said in an overly sweet voice none of them caught onto. Emily nodded and Scott looked down kicked his foot on the ground. Shayla rolled her eyes and Mrs. S gave her a look.

"Now, Shay, you can't roll your eyes at anyone. That behavior isn't allowed," she said in a strict and still sweet voice that scared Emily a little.

Shay put her hands on her hips and looked at the teacher. "Don't call me Shay. Only people I like can do dat," she said back and Mrs. Schwartz's smile whipped off her face.

"Do I need to send you to the corner?"

Shayla shrugged. "I don't know. Do you?" Emily never really understood Shay's humor since it seemed more advanced. Shay had three older siblings. One was 10, one was 15 and the other was 20. All kids were spaced 5 years apart. Shay grew up with the humor from her older family, so she used humor no one really got more often than not.

Mrs. Schwartz shook her head at Shay and stood upright. "I'm going to have to speak to your mommy when she picks you up."

"My dad is getting me," Shay said back.

"Well then I'll have to talk to your daddy."
Shay just shrugged and walked off, and Scott followed her, and Emily did after.

Emily was walking and Shay ran up to her with a frown on her face.

"We don't sit next to each other! I sits in the front row and you're in the back! And Scotty in the middle!"

Emily frowned at the statement and looked over at Scott who looked upset as well. Then Emily smiled to try to cheer them up.

"It's okay. We still can see each other at recess and stuff," she said quietly. Shay and Scott perked up and smiled.

"Yeah! And we see Clara at wecess when we goes outsides!" Scott chirped.

The three nodded and Scott jumped into his seat and Shay glumly made her way to her own.

"Goodbye Emily! Goodbye Scott! I'll never forgot you! I'll see you soon!" Shayla called out to the two and Emily waved back before making a long journey to the back row. She sat down where her name tag was and dropped her purple, white and green designed backpack in the space near her.

Next to her, a brunette her height sat and looked in a bad mood. Emily didn't say anything though. She wasn't comfortable talking to strangers. She didn't like that the girl looked angry, but she ignored it, hoping she would be happy soon.

Scott and Shayla kept turning back around in their seats and waving at her, and Scott kept shooting her a toothy smile with his missing front teeth. She would grin back, and wait 10 seconds for them to turn around and wave again. That went on for a couple of minutes until Emily stopped paying attention to them and turned her head towards the determined looking girl on her left. She hadn't moved, and still looked like she was glaring at nobody. Then she heard the sound of a chair being pulled out from her right side, and looked over to see a short, thin, small blonde girl dressed mostly in pink and white with blonde hair, blue eyes and a pink stuffed bunny adjust in her chair.

The little girl looked a little upset and Emily didn't know what to do. To her left was an angry brunette, and to her right was a sad looking blonde. Emily just stared down at her desk and pulled out her lime green notebook and her Lisa Frank folder that had a sparkly cartoon dolphin it. She doodled a little in the back of her notebook until her pencil became dull. She set it down and looked around the room until she heard a peppy voice from besides her.

"I like your backpack."

Emily glanced over and saw the blonde girl giving her a small smile. Emily grinned at her and lowered her gaze to the bunny.

"I like your rabbit," Emily said in response. The blonde visibly brightened up and shoved the bunny towards her.

"BUN-BUN!" She shouted enthusiastically.

Emily jumped back a little and stared at her for a moment and nodded cautiously.

"His name is Bun-Bun," the girl smiled.

Emily nodded and the girl spoke up again. "What's your name?"
The tan girl looked towards the blue eyed girl again. "Emily. What's yours?"

"Hanna," she said softly.

Emily looked to her left and back to her right. "Do you know why she's mad?" Emily asked Hanna.

Hanna shrugged. "She doesn't like Mrs. S or me. She's kinda mean, ya know?"

Emily looked down. "I don't think she mean. Maybe she was just not happy before."

Hanna shrugged once again. "She was mean to me though. She said I'm a bad kid," she explained with a frown.

Emily had no idea what to say next so she looked towards Mrs. S who was writing letters on the chalkboard.

Then the clicking of shoes sounded out and a dark haired petite girl entered. She had fair skin and wide, hazel eyes. She was wearing a neon pink legging on her left leg, and a pastel green one on the other. Over the pink legging, she had a dark blue sock the went a little past her ankle, and over the green legging was a blood red sock that went to her knee and had little decorations on it, such as stars and smiley faces. She had a side ponytail and wore an oversized yellow sweatshirt. On her feet were untied purple sneakers. She was pretty much a walking rainbow.

A women with the girl patted her back and smiled at her, and the itsy bitsy girl made her way around, looking for her name tag and where she would sit. Then she found her name in the last row next to the preppy looking girl with that looked ticked off. She swung one strap of her plain white backpack that had marker doodlings on it over the back of her chair.

Now, the entire back row was filled. To the far right was a small, slightly upset but bubbly blonde with a stuffed bunny, in the middle was a tall, tan swimmer who didn't know what to do in her seat but stay quiet and look around, next to her was a determined, overachieving, brunette who was anxious to get out of the back row and prove the teacher wrong, and at the very end was a colorful, brightly colored, mix matched petite girl who was currently drawing a fairly decent sketch in her drawing book.

Room 15's back row was full of the bad kids.

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A/N: I'm sorry. I really probably shouldn't be making a new story when I have a lot I need to update, but oh well. This story will be slightly AU since the girls didn't really meet or at least talk much at all before Alison, but they will be friends later in the story. Also, I'm not sure if I'll have Ali in it or not.

What else hasn't happened yet… well obviously Byron hasn't cheated yet, so the Montgomery family is all good. Mike is only 2. Hanna's dad hasn't left them yet, so the Marin's are all right too. Melissa is in 4th grade, and Emily's dad isn't fighting yet.

Review please and I'll update!