"Have a fun time honey!" called Mrs. Montgomery as her daughter Aria closed the passenger door and stared at her glumly through the rolled down window.

" I don't know why you are making me do this!" she complained.

"I promised Oliver from the art gallery that you would be here to help since I can't make it. Be sure to say hi. I will be back at 3 to pick you up!" Mrs. Montgomery cried as she waved and drove off. Aria felt out of place at this charity fundraiser. They had needed volunteers and Aria's Mom had put forward her name when she had heard about it at the art gallery where she worked. All the volunteers were adults and Aria felt like a weirdo with the pink streak in her hair and her black leather mini skirt that she had paired off with a striped shirt. Aria's parents had raised her to be different and to be her self. Apparently no one liked Aria's true self, as she was a loner at school.

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Emily Fields bent down to lock up her bike. She couldn't believe she was wasting away her whole Saturday -one of the last weekends of summer vacation- to do some stupid fundraiser-clothing sale that her Mom had pressured her into signing up for, to get the extra volunteer hours.

"You need something on your college applications besides swimming", her Mom had repeated over and over until Emily had eventually gave in. She would do anything to be in the pool right now instead of here in the sweltering heat. She pulled up her baggy jeans that were sagging on her hips and ran her fingers through her long dark brown hair, which was still damp from her swimming session earlier that morning. Emily had biked straight here from the pool. Looking out at the clusters of volunteers started to gather near the foldout table and man with a clipboard she grabbed her backpack and headed there to join them. She caught a glimpse of Aria Montgomery who was standing awkwardly on the edge of the group. She took a deep breath, adjusted her t-shirt and went to join her.

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Hanna Marin gave her mother the silent treatment during the entire drive to the church parking lot where the charity fundraiser was being held. Her Mom had forced her into going claiming it would be her punishment for yelling at her father a couple days ago.

"Hanna I know you are mad at me, but you can't just flip out at your father like that. Believe me I get it, and I wished that I didn't have to do this but I needed to- Oh look Hana it's a clothing sale. You love fashion!" said Mrs. Marin as she pulled the car into a parking spot.

"He totally deserved it. He ruined our lives and the way he was-", Hanna cried in outrage.

"I know Hanna but now it's done and we can't do anything about it. Maybe you'll make some friends," said her mother.

Hanna peered out the front window doubtfully, "Yeah with some sixty year old who wants to play chess and shuffle board each Tuesday night", she said sarcastically. Her mother sighed and shook her head.

"Look don't those two girl go to your school", said Mrs. Marin. Hanna nodded, puffing out her cheeks and blowing her blonde bangs, up off her already sweaty forehead.

"You'll have fun. I will pick you up at three", said her mother trying to hug her. Hanna dodged the hug, getting a sad glance from her mother. Hanna climbed out of the car and her mother drove away waving goodbye as she pulled out of the parking lot. Hanna felt self-conscious in her tight pink t-shirt and jean shorts. After her dad left them, Hanna had started to binge eat and was gaining weight steadily. She looked over at Emily and Aria, hesitated then made her way over to stand silently beside them.

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Spencer Hastings jiggles her knees anxiously as her sister pulled into the parking lot.

"Would you cut that out?" snapped Melissa.

"Sorry I'm just excited. This is a great step for my college applications," said Spencer as she turned around and grabbed her bag from the backseat.

"I'm proud of you Spence" Melissa taking out her compact and fixing her already perfect lipstick in the tiny mirror.

"Thanks Melissa!" said Spencer surprised by the sudden compliment. Then Melissa's phone chimed.

"Got to run. Mom will come pick you up at three", said Melissa as Spencer unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. She waved as her sister backed out of the parking lot. She checked her outfit one for time making sure it was perfect. Her brown; slightly curly hair was in a perfect ponytail and her outfit was preppy and perfectly in order. It was exactly how a soon to be seventh graders outfit should look like. Satisfied she made her way over to the huddle of volunteers that where starting to gather around a man with a clipboard.

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Alison DiLaurentis lay in her bed with an awful stomach ache. The only time she had gotten up was to run to the toilet to vomit. Finally she was forced to admit that she couldn't go to the charity fundraiser, so she had her Mom call Reverend Ackard, who was organiser of the fundraiser. Ali was supposed to go help out today from 10-3 and help sort out clothes for the homeless. Not because she wanted to but because her mother wanted her to set her image as an active community member much like herself, from a young age. The way her Mother was treating her now, it was like Ali had gotten sick just to spite her. This wasn't supposed to happen, thought Ali groggily. Looking at the mirror she winced at her reflection. She was pale and had bags under her eyes from waking up constantly that night to run back and forth from the washroom. Her hair was a sweaty mess and she was wearing an oversized, sweaty white t-shirt. She applied some makeup, brushed out her hair and changed into a tank top and shorts. She looked into her mirror, "I'm Ali and I'm fabulous", she reminded herself. Then she swore as she ran to the toilet to vomit again. She found it hard to be fabulous as she vomited up the contents of her stomach.