Author's Note: Hey guys! It's been a while since I've written any fan fiction, and this is just something that my mind came up with when I was bored at a wedding party yesterday. This first chapter, we have Janie's and Eva's first A notes, and in the next one, we'll have Christie's and Vanessa's notes. From then on, the story will have a clearer plot, since I will be done with explaining their lives. This probably didn't make sense. Hope you enjoy the story! Check out my girl UnrequitedEponine, she helped me with various improvements.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars.

Jane "Janie" Rivers

The snow fell lazily in small flurries, blanketing the ground with a thick layer of the icy powder . The trees rustled and bent in the crisp, chilly wind. It was winter in Rosewood, Pennsylvania. The snow had been falling since dawn, and school had been canceled due to the eight inches of snow piling up on the sidewalk. A girl, about the age of seven, peered out the window of one of the houses, features lighting up as she was once again reminded that she didn't need to go to school. Jane Rivers sighed contentedly as she watched the snow fall, chocolate brown eyes lingering outside for a few more moments, before she turned back to the game she had been playing on her mother's cell phone.

She was curled up on the chair propped up next to the window, her favorite spot to sit. The screen flashed with the message that she had a new high score, and she smiled slightly, reading her name over and over again. She wasn't used to being called by her name, and everyone in Rosewood, even her teachers, referred to her as 'Janie.' She didn't mind it, and was quite fond of her nickname. She continued playing the game for a while, but then quickly got bored. She glanced over at her older brother, Bran, who was busy playing video games.

Bran was five years older than her, making him twelve. His blue eyes were fixed intently on the screen before him, and he quickly ran a hand through his brown hair. Both Janie and Bran were kind of a mix of their parents. Janie had her dad's chocolate brown eyes and slightly tanned skin, while her hair was a dirty blonde, a mixture or her dad's brown hair, with her mom's blonde one. She was thin and small, with a dainty nose and bright eyes. Bran had his mother's blue eyes, and his father's brown hair, and was tall, with broad shoulders.

She leaped lightly from her seat, and scampered off, heading towards the kitchen, she was about to call out for her parents, but her mother's cell phone beeped with a new message. She looked at the cell phone, then at the kitchen, and decided that she would see the message. Besides, her parents were probably busy with lunch. She softly stepped closer to the door that led to the kitchen, and opened the door quietly, poking her head out. Sure enough, Hanna and Caleb were busy cooking, while they chatted happily. The seven-year-old softly shut the door, and headed back to her seat near the window, where she carefully opened the message. Her brown eyes grew wide as she read it.

Hey there, little liar. Want to play a game? How about Simon Says? Simon says break mommy's favorite vase and blame it on Bran. Oh, and if you don't do it, daddy disappears. Remember, don't tell mommy or the fun's all ruined -A.

Jane had to read the message several times before she understood what the words meant. She quickly glanced over at her older brother, and remembered that a week ago, he had cut off all of her favorite doll's hair, and she had sworn war. Suddenly, A's words, whoever he or she was, seemed to make sense. However, she couldn't help but be a little worried. Who was A, and how did this person know her mommy's phone number? She fidgeted slightly, toying with the idea of actually listening to A, after all, Bran had started it first, and she was only getting even. Besides, if she didn't do it, her daddy would disappear. She kept telling herself that she was only gettingeven, as she once again got off her chair and headed to the back of the living room, where she saw the vase on the top shelf.

She felt guilty, but started to climb the shelf carefully. When she was near enough to the vase, she reached for it, and it toppled sideways off the shelf, landing with a crash onto the ground, where it shattered into a million pieces. She quickly rushed away from the broken vase. She saw Bran jump up, startled by the noise, and rush over to the pieces, so he stood over them, a confused look on his face. Janie felt the weight of the guilt, and it threatened to crush her, but she couldn't stop now. Not when she was close to doing what A told her to do. She hoped that maybe A, whoever he or she was, would go away after that. She ran into the kitchen, tears streaming down her face. Her parents immediately turned around to face her, similar expressions of shock written on their faces. She had been startled by the noise, and she just went over and hugged her mom for a while, refusing to say anything, even when her parents gently asked her what was going on. She was shaking hard, startled and unable to process that she would soon have to pin the blame on her brother.

Eventually, she was picked up by her mother, who then walked into the living room, closely followed by Caleb. When she saw Bran at the back of the living room, standing over the vase, she was more confused than upset. Caleb eyed Bran steadily, tilting his head while trying to figure out the excuse the twelve-year-old would use when asked what happened. When Bran saw his parents standing there, with his little sister, he was quick to point at her.

"She did it, mom." he hurriedly explained, and Janie buried her face in the crook of her mother's neck, while Hanna soothingly rubbed her daughter's back, keeping her blue gaze on her son, who met her eyes with the same intensity.

"Is that true, Janie?" Hanna asked the seven-year-old, who raised her head and shook it.

"I didn't do it, Mommy." she finally said, feeling guilty as she lied, but knowing she had to, or something bad would happen.

"Dad, don't you believe me?" his voice had a hint of pleading in it, as he turned to his father. Caleb calmly assessed Bran, before exchanging a glance with Hanna.

"Well, your sister did look pretty scared when she ran in there, and seeing as you're the one standing over the vase..." he nodded at Hanna, who spoke up next.

"Bran," her voice had the trace of a sigh in it. "Last week you almost broke it playing ball."

The twelve-year-old protested that it was Jane, but he was sure he seemed guilty.

Knowing that his protests weren't going to do him any good in defending himself, Bran accepted defeat and trudged back to the kitchen, soon coming back with a broom to sweep the pieces up. When he was done, he looked around. He was alone in the living room, Janie and his parents nowhere to be found. He sighed slightly in annoyance, remembering that he had missed lunch because he was cleaning, and then took the pieces to the kitchen and threw them into the trash, before heading for the fridge to eat something.

Janie was in her parents' room, perched on the edge of the bed, while she played with one of her dolls, one who still had hair. Her mother's cell phone was also beside her on the bed. Her dad was helping Bran with his homework, and her mother was reading a book, sitting on the bed beside her. They spent a while in comfortable silence, before Janie spoke up. "Mommy?" her voice was hesitant, and she bit her lip nervously. "Yes, Janie?" came the reply, as Hanna set down her book. "Bran didn't break the vase, mommy. I did." the guilt that had been crushing her all day finally overwhelmed her, and she began to cry. "I-I'm so sorry!" the seven-year-old confessed, before reaching for the cell phone, and showing her mother the A message she had gotten earlier.

"I-I had to do it or daddy would disappear." she managed to calm down enough to witness the terrified, stricken look that settled on her mother's face. Her mother, who was always so fearless, who always made everyone laugh, who always understood, she looked scared now, and this frightened Janie. What would be serious enough to make her mommy that scared?

Eva 'Fitz'

The snow was still falling, even when the sky was tinged orange with the sunset. The wind had stopped, giving the now snow-covered city a serene, peaceful appearance that provoked a sensation which could only be explained as being bittersweet. A petite, slender brunette stood near the window of her house, looking out at the streets, while she juggled a cellphone in one hand, and a paintbrush in the other. It was a funny sight, one that could be described as eccentric.

Eva Fitzgerald had no problem with being called 'eccentric' or 'kooky'. In fact, the thirteen-year-old was proud to be unique. She was on the phone with Layla, one of her friends, while she stared at the canvas in front of her, trying to think of something pretty to paint. She held a paintbrush in her other hand, and would occasionally dip it in different colors of paint and whisk it across the canvas, creating different patterns. Not pleased with her current painting, if you could call it that, she tilted her head, pouting slightly while she thought of a way to salvage it and make it look like something, instead of just lines and squiggles.

She ranted a while to Layla, complaining about her horrible painting, until her friend announced that she had to go, and would call her later. Eva sighed, snapping the phone shut, and throwing it on the couch behind her. She looked out the window again, and her hazel eyes widened.

She giggled slightly as she saw some drunken teenagers, stumbling across the street, while swinging bottles of beer. She imagined those drunken teens singing songs, slurring the words so they were almost unrecognizable. Just the thought of that made her smile, and she instinctively leaned closer to the glass window, pressing her ear to it, as if hoping to hear the scene she had just imagined.

Around her, the house was quiet, besides the occasional laughs and thumps coming from upstairs. Every time that happened, Eva laughed quietly, rolling her eyes. She knew it was just her dad and her little brother, Arthur, building houses made of wooden blocks upstairs, and they would fall with a crash when high enough. Her mother was doing the laundry, and Eva would often hear humming once in a while.

The thirteen-year-old looked more like her mom than her dad. They had the same petite, slender frame, and the same wide hazel eyes. However, she did have her dad's hair color. Strangers out on the street would comment on that when she was out with her mother, and Eva didn't know whether to feel pleased or embarrassed. Sure, she loved Aria, but she thought that no thirteen-year-old girl in her right mind would like to be compared directly to her mom. When she was younger, and passerby's compared her to her mom, she would hide behind her father's legs, refusing to come out until Wesley assured her that the stranger was gone.

It took her some time, but she was finally able to complete a painting she was actually pleased with. She looked at her painting of a rose, and decided she was satisfied with how it had turned out. Gently setting her paintbrush down, she was about to head upstairs and ask if she could join her dad and her little brother in their game when her cell phone beeped. She turned around and headed back to the couch, where her phone still sat.

She fished it out from underneath some pillows, and saw that her screen was flashing with a new message. She frowned slightly as she saw it was from a blocked number, but decided to open it either way.

Wondering why your mom never mentions her high school days, or why your parents never go to any family reunions? Go to the Rosewood High library and search Ezra Fitz on the files. –A

Eva was very confused after she read the message, and she read it over and over again, hoping that one of these times the words would start to make sense. She was filled with a million questions, and her head started spinning. She took a deep breath, trying to organize her thoughts. First of all, who was this A person and why was he or she questioning her family? However, the more she thought about it, the more A's message seemed to make sense. She racked her brain, but couldn't remember a single time when her mom said something about her high school days. A was also right about family reunions. She remembered in fourth grade, everyone was going to family reunions for Christmas break, and Eva was confused as to why her family never had one. The next question that was bothering her was the one about Ezra Fitz. Eva racked her brain again, and could vaguely remember a time that her father, Wesley, mentioned having a brother named Ezra. Shaking her head, she tried to clear her mind.

The message then said to go look in the Rosewood High files. She quickly glanced at her watch. It was five thirty, and Rosewood High wasn't close to her house. She practically cheered out loud when she had the idea to search the files online. She turned on her mother's laptop and quickly typed in 'Ezra Fitz'. The search had a few thousand hits, and Eva decided on looking at the school records for him. Her eyes immediately widened as she read the page.

Ezra Fitz was an English teacher at Rosewood High, but left his job a few months after school started because he was offered a spot at Hollis. He is rumored to have had an affair with a student by the name of Aria Montgomery. At this, Eva frowned in disgust. What kind of student would have an affair with her teacher? This Aria must have been crazy, the thirteen-year-old decided.

She still couldn't understand how the elements in the message were connected, until everything clicked into place, and she gasped.

Aria Montgomery was her mother's maiden name. No wonder it sounded familiar to Eva. Her head started spinning once more, and her jaw dropped, while she tried to process what happened.

Her mother had an affair with her high school teacher.

Aria was reading a book in her bedroom when Eva came in, looking shocked and somewhat angry. "Mom!" she hissed, "How could you not tell me you had an affair with your English teacher?!" Aria was taken aback at her daughter's words, and her eyes widened. "How did you find out?" were the first things out of her mouth. It wasn't the smartest thing to say, and Eva recognized she had taken her mother by surprise. Sighing, Eva managed to bite back her anger, and showed her mother the text she had received.

She was quite confused at her mom's reaction. Her face paled, and her eyes widened, making for a look of complete and utter shock.

"A... is back." Eva thought she heard her mom whisper, but that only made her more confused. What did she mean by 'A' being back? How on earth did her mother know the unnamed texter?

She was confused, but deep down she was afraid. Whoever he or she was, 'A' was not someone you wanted to mess with.

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