"I can't believe we're doing this again, mom!" I groaned, packing my backpack. My mom and I were sitting at the breakfast table, getting ready for my first day at Rosewood High School.

"What's so bad about it? Rosewood is where I grew up. You'll learn to love it," my mom mumbled as she was signing last minute enrollment papers for me. Aria Fitz, her signature read.

"Love it? How can you possible say that? Every time dad mentions Rosewood, you'd tremble. You hated this place. I don't even understand why we're coming here."

"I told you many times, Anya. Just listen, okay? Your grandparents, my parents, recently died. We're going to live in this house for a while, before we sell it, and you can finish school here. I'm telling you, Rosewood High School is a safe place now. Make some new friends and have a good last two years of high school."

"Okay, I'll try. Did you have friends here?" I cautiously asked. I never asked my mom about her high school years for she always seemed hesitant to answer. Maybe she had a rough time? Bullied, maybe? If yes, she was similar to me.

Since my family moved quite a lot, I changed schools almost every two years. I still don't understand why we move all the time, but my dad said it's because of his and mom's work. They're both writers, but I don't see why writers need to move. But still, I moved a lot, so I couldn't have many friends. Each school I went to, people laughed at me for being different. I guess you can say my style was a bit quirky. I liked to wear black and antiquated clothes, so I stood out.

"I did. We went through a great deal together. I love them to death, but we no longer keep in touch. That's life after all, we all had to move on."

"That's unfortunate. Do they still live in Rosewood?"

"Oh no, we all ran out of here as soon as we graduated," she chuckled with a sad smile on her face.

I got in the car as my mom drove us to school. I could see her teary eyes as she drove through the streets, the streets where she made memories, the streets where she enjoyed, the streets where she cried. She pulled up in front of the school as I got off. All I could see is a small school building titled Rosewood High School with a bunch of students hanging around the front yard.

"Good luck," my mom shouted with a smile.

Take a deep breath, I assured myself. Everything is going to be okay. Walking into the unfamiliar halls, I looked for my first class.

Room 201, English, Mrs. DiLaurentis.

Shuffling across the hallway, I was sure I looked like a lost idiot. I peeked my head through every door, looking for the class, but, to no avail, I failed. At that moment, a random stranger approached me.

"Need help?" She cheerfully asked. By looking at her, I could tell she was a 'popular girl'. You know how they look, with the long black hair, the bright blue eyes, the new trendy clothes.

"Yeah, I'm looking for my class," I responded as I was taken away by her soft, soothing voice.

She grabbed my schedule, without asking which I might add, and scanned through my classes. "Oh, you have first period with me! Nice," she chuckled.

"Can you take me there?" I asked since we were already late. The bell had rung a few minutes ago, so I didn't want to be extremely late on my first day. Bad impression, huh?

"Don't worry, she won't count you late if you're with me."

I was going to question why, but it seemed as if she enjoyed to talk. She answered my question even before I had the chance to ask.

"She's my mom, that's why. Come on, let's go," she said as we were walking through the halls. Turns out, I was going in the wrong direction the entire time. Finally, we reached to the classroom. The teacher, Mrs. DiLaurentis, seemed to be a middle-aged woman with long blonde hair. The girl who's name I have yet to learn and I quietly walked in as the teacher stopped teaching and noticed us.

"April! I'm glad you finally joined us," Mrs. DiLaurentis shouted in a angered tone. "And can you explain why you're late once again?"

"Actually," she sweetly chuckled, "we have a new student here and I was helping her find her classes." She, then, turns to face me. "And here is our English class with, yes, an evil English teacher."

Mrs. DiLaurentis looked at me in confusion, as if I was familiar, then she gave me a warm smile. "Oh yes, it's written right over here. Welcome to Rosewood High. I'm Ms. DiLaurentis. What's your name?"

"Anya Fitz," I awkwardly reply as I searched for an empty seat.

"Fitz?" She mumbled in befuddlement. She had an astonished look on her face, but I dismissed it as irrelevant. She, then, motioned for me to find a seat.

I found a vacant seat next to a boy who seemed to be preppy. Not someone I'd normally hang out with, I mentally noted to myself as I took out my notebooks and began to take notes.

After a while, without noticing, I began to draw and doodle in my notebook rather than to take notes. Drawing for me was a way to let my soul escape and be free. It's where I found my freedom. As my parents had a deep passion for writing, art was mine. Without realizing how fast time went by, the bell rang. I started packing my books into my bag, until I noticed Ms. DiLaurentis coming towards me.

"Yes ma'am?" I questioned for it was odd that she was coming to me. Maybe she had questions about me being new here?

"You're Aria's daughter, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am," I answered as I motioned I had to leave. Smiling, I left the classroom to avoid an awkward conversion if my teacher was an old classmate or friend of my mom's. It's not that I don't care, I'm just an awkward teenager in general. I am the exact different from my parents. They're social people, whereas I'm just a bit antisocial.

Classes went by and lunch strolled by. I knew I'd find myself in a terrible situation for I had no friends and had to sit alone. Getting out my packed lunch, I took a seat at an empty table. I saw groups of friends walking by, talking and laughing, hopefully not at me though.

Halfway through lunch, a familiar face walked passed me.

"Melanie?" I shouted to get her attention. Melanie turned around as a huge grin grew on her face.

"Anya? What are you doing here?" She cheered as she gave me a hug. Melanie and I were very close as kids, but we haven't seen each other in ages.

"You didn't know? I moved here recently. It's kind of my first day at Rosewood," I told her.

"No one tells me anything. Gosh, why didn't dad tell me you were coming? We could have thrown a huge party."

"Oh no, it's just me. No need for all that craziness."

"Well, come sit with me rather than being lonely here!"

Melanie and I know each other very well because we are cousins. Her family moved back to Rosewood when she was really young, so she's basically a Rosewood-native. I, on the other hand, knew nothing of this place.

Her group of friends didn't interest me, therefore, I quietly sat to the side. I slowly ate my food as I paid attention to their conversations. Most of their conversations dealt with books and grades. You could say Melanie was sort of a genius in our family. She was like her mother; her mother was an intelligent woman, as they all told us, but I never had a chance to know her well. Aunt Mona was what I called her. I could remember those sweet instances when she sang with her lovely voice for me and Melanie, but that was all. She ended up dying an horrendous death that no one knows why.

That is also the reason why they moved back to Rosewood. Melanie and her father, Uncle Mike, wanted to move back to a familiar place, so Rosewood became their new yet old home.

After a while, April walked over to our table. She asked if I was doing well and wanted to know if I would like to hang out with her.

"Oh no, I'm fine here," I politely replied, but she consistently insisted. I had no other choice to accept her offer.

April seemed to be the type of girl who every boy wants to be with and every girl wants to be. She was friendly with ever person she encountered and smiled very frequently. She was like those "queen bees" minus the rude and evil part.

She walked me over to a table with a few of her friends. They all nodded and greeted me, but I feel as if they were forced by April to accept me into their group. I quietly sat down as they all asked me for my name.

"So, why did you move here?" One of the girls asked.

"My grandparents died, so we took their house."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," another girl replied.

"It happens, you know?"

"I understand," April replied, looking off in the distance. "So, tell us. How do you like Rosewood?" She asked, obviously trying to change the conversation.

"Um, it's okay, I guess. I just had very low expectations for this place, but it's better than I expected," I truthfully admitted. After the vibe I get from my parents, I was hesitant. I wasn't very excited to be here, but at least I found people to talk with.

The bell rang as we were dismissed to our classes, and then soon, home. I walked out of the building, deciding whether I should walk on home. My parents were both unpacking so I'd be a burden to bother them to pick me up. I headed towards the sidewalks as I noticed a couple guys hanging around April. She's popular with the guys, huh? I thought. Dismissing those thoughts, I walked home. After a few short minutes, I notice April walking towards me, once again. What was up with her? She seemed very persistent in getting to know me, so it freaked me out.

"Please don't think I'm a stalker, okay? I'm not, trust me."

I nodded as I tried to brush her off and walk away.

"It's not safe to walk here alone," she shouted from a distance. I tried to dismiss her words and continue walking, but my paranoia kicked in. In the past, I was rarely allowed to do things alone for my mother was always afraid. This made me the same way as her, to think something amiss will happen. I was wary, but I ignored her warnings and walked home. As I arrived home, my father greeted me.

"How was school?"

"It was okay," I replied. "Didn't make much friends, but finally caught up with Melanie."

"That's good, at least."

I nodded and walked up to my room. The room that now belonged to me used to be the room that belonged to my mother. I can certainly say her room was unique. Her teenage style was sort of like mine, but weirder.

As hours passed by, I was drawing a family portrait until I heard the doorbell ring. I was getting up to answer the door, but my mom intervened.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'll get the door."

"Sure," I replied, peeking out to see who this uninvited guest may be. Since we just moved in here, I wasn't expecting to have many visitors. Possibly, it could be an old family member or friend who wanted to wish their condolences on the death of my grandparents.

Opening the door, my mom stood in shock. Out of all the people who I thought it could be, it was Mrs. DiLaurentis.

"Alison?" My mom whispered as she pulled her in for a hug.

"You didn't tell me you were coming back," Alison, as my mom called her, questioned. "It was a surprise to see your daughter for the first time and I immediately could tell she was yours."

"It's been a long time since we spoke, so I just didn't think to call," she admitted. "Come on in."

Ms. DiLaurentis walked inside as I noticed April was alongside her.

"And she must be your daughter," my mom questioned.

"April," April said as she introduced herself and walked inside.

I followed them, and we took a seat in the living room. I could see that my mom and Ms. DiLaurentis were close friends in the past. They seemed to have a lot to catch up on. April, on the other hand, had no interest on what our moms were talking about.

"This is a nice house," April commented to me, trying to make conversation with me. "Oh, by the way, I wasn't trying to be creepy after school. I just knew it's not always the best decision to be walking alone."

"Oh no, it's no problem. Thanks anyways," I replied.

Soon after, April and I were, surprisingly, able to hold a normal conversation. She asked about the simple things like boys and hobbies while I asked her about school and friends. After a short while, Ms. DiLaurentis and my mom joined the conversation.

"Aria, isn't it ironic how they're the same age?" Ms. DiLaurentis questioned as she pointed to us. "We used to be best friends when we were around your age."

"Kind of," my mom chuckled. "It was a rough situation."

"I'm sure Aria told you about all the crazies when we were teens, Anya?" Ms. DiLaurentis asked.

"No, she actually hasn't told me a thing."

I could tell my mom seemed hesitant about this conversation, so she evaded it by asking if they wanted something to eat. Mom didn't want me to know about her past, it was easy to tell that, but I didn't know why.

After a few minutes, my mom suggested that I should take April upstairs to my room. We obeyed and went up. April continuously told me stories about the parties here, but I didn't want to admit I've never been to one.

April, then, looked around my room. "You know, since this is an old house, don't you ever think there could be cool and creepy things hidden somewhere?"

"Yeah, I always wondered that, but I haven't gotten the time to look around."

April, then, started a hunt throughout my room. She looked in the small gaps between my closet, in the walls, between the squeaky tiles. Nothing. Soon after, I joined along the hunt. After around thirty minutes of searching, April's eyes laid upon a small, antiquated box hidden between my bed mattresses. "Jackpot!"

"What's in there," I questioned as she began to open it. Once she opened it, we saw that it was filled with small notes and four small dolls. I took the dolls out as they looked like an interesting addition to my doll collection. I carefully dusted them off as I listened to April speak.

"Oh my," April shrieked, "look at these messages!"

Don't mention me or you'll suffer.

I'm still here, bitches.

I know what you did that night.

The messages read. There were countless more, but it seemed as a bunch of threats from a single person. What's even weirder is that each note was signed by -A?

Did my mother write these? For A could possibly be short-hand for Aria? Or was she targeted by bullies?

"Well, we shouldn't look through these," I insisted. Since they were mom's, I didn't want to pry into her past. I knew she would freak out because of her constant reluctance of mentioning the past.

April scanned through the notes once more before putting them back and handing me the box. I didn't know what to do with them, so I shoved it back between my mattresses and planned on asking dad about this.

"Wow, this was as serious as I thought!" April exclaimed.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, how they were threatened and stuff?" She began to excitedly mumble, before she came to a realization. "Oh wait, your mom never told you. I guess you should hear it from her first."

"I guess." I knew I would end up never hearing about it because my mom would always keep her past away from me. "But you can tell me if you want." Truthfully, I wanted to know the entire story rather than having my mom ignore it completely.

"No, it's actually a sensitive topic to our moms, so I'll pass. I'm not like that, but I can tell you my sister is. She's terrible, she's a bitch."

"Sister? You have a sister?"

"Yeah, she doesn't go here though," April replied. "She lives in California. Our parents got divorced, so we were kind of separated. I wanted to stay here, but she didn't."

"Oh, that's unfortunate."

"No, it's not. Not really," she chuckled. "I don't have to see my sister's face, so it's all good."

We laughed and continued to talk. Surprisingly, without realizing, the two of us had a lot in common and the differences in each other cancelled out.

Author's Note: I usually find ANs annoying and pointless, but I want to say thank you for reading my fanfiction. It's my first time writing a Pretty Little Liars fanfic, and I wanted to write something as we all wait for the 5YearsForward to happen. Here's my version to the next generation of liars! Please tune in for the next chapter! The rest of the girls will surely meet soon.