Hanna's POV
I sighed as I slumped onto my couch, switching on the T.V. I ripped open another box of Cheez-It's. It's only been one month since Ali's disappearence. Honestly, it's been the worse month of my life. Sure, Ali was a bitch to me. She always called me Hefty
Hanna, even though she knew it got on my nerves. All of my friends in our little clique split apart, so I'm alone. Not only that, I put on a lot of wait. I'm back to being a loser, and I never thought I'd be back to this.
As I was about to put another handful of Cheez-Itz in my mouth, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and was confused at first.
FACEBOOK MESSAGE: Mona Vanderwaal
What would Mona want from me? Alison made us all bully her. I never understood why, Mona seemed so nice and she never did anything to Ali. I regret bullying her, it felt wrong. I opened my phone to read her message
Hey Hanna!
Ik we dontrllytalkbut I think it would be a great idea to get to know eachother & I think you could really use a friend right now since...u no...let's not talk about that! Come to my house tomrrw nite 4 a sleepover(;
Xoxox
Mona
I continued to stare at the cracked screen. Loser Mona wanted to hang out? I thought she hated me. I really do need somebody right now, after all that has gone on. Maybe I should go.
Saturday Night
I rang the doorbell, bracing myself. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe she's going to yell at me for everything we did to her. Maybe she will force me to play with her dolls. Suddenly the door opened and a new and improved Mona was standing in the doorway
"Hanna! It's so good to see you! Come in!" She cried. She then grabbed my hand and lead me to her room.
"I like your new look, Mona." I mumbled. How can she go from loser to beautiful in just a month? It isn't fair.
"That's what I've been meaning to talk to you about." She said plopping on her bed. She shut her eyes and smiled. "Hanna,have you ever wondered what it would be like to be...perfect? Perfect hair, perfect body, perfect personality. Having everybody
love you? Not making up rumors or calling you a loser? Wouldn't it be fantastic?"
I didn't know what to say. Of course, it's been my dream to be perfect. But I can't just say that, it'll make me sound desperate. "I guess so," I answered shyly. She sat up and smiled. It was odd seeing her without that ugly retainer and big round glasses.
"I think this summer you and I should reinvent ourselves. There needs to be a new queen bee at Rosewood, maybe co-queen bees. Together we can work our way to the top. All summer, me and you. What do you say?"
I blinked hard. Is this what I really want?
"Let's start!" I squealed.
Glamour boot camp begins.
