Mona Vanderwaal's Diary: The Dollhouse

The Dollhouse, Day 3

My morning was the same as yesterday. I woke up, went to Ali's living room, had breakfast with the dolls and read the note that I had found on the table again: "Let's play my favorite game. —A." I was led to a room I hadn't been to before. The room looked like a little boy's room. There was a bed, a round table with chairs, toys, dolls, paintings and games. There was another note from A waiting for me on the table: "2 chimes means there's mail in the mailbox. 4 chimes means it's game time. —A." I wasn't sure what that meant, but I realized the door was still open, so I took the diary and went back to my room, where A surprised me.

A must have hit me in the head, because I woke up in Alison's bedroom at some point later today. I got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was suddenly blonde and my eyebrows were bleached. I was also wearing Alison's clothes. I didn't panic because I just assumed what I saw wasn't real. I thought I was probably still in my room, but getting hit in the head twice in 3 days must have messed up my brain. But I was wrong. A wants me to be Alison.

I found an empty diary on the desk and I started writing everything that happened. Writing this as me is my way of protesting. I know A will read this at some point so read this, bitch: I'll never be Alison.