Don't Look At Me With Those Judgy Little Eyes (Currently under revision)

Chapter 1- Aimless Emails & New Faces; not to mention the ones GLARING at you.

Aria Montgomery was originally born in the state of Pennsylvania, living the frightening life of losing her best friend, Alison. Aria will soon discover the secrets that lie in Mystic Falls. The question is, will she be able to handle the mysterious and dangerously compelling Damon Salvatore...... and survive?

(***Damon Salvatore (from The Vampire Diaries; Belongs to L.J. Smith) and Aria Montgomery (from Pretty Little Liars; Belongs to Sara Sheperd). I own no characters; only the story and plot line I put together. All characters belong to their rightful owners. This is a nonprofit story. All rights reserved***)

Chapter 1

Aimless Emails & New Faces; not to mention the ones GLARING at you.

I believe that most people, unlike myself, would be excited about moving away from Rosewood, Pennsylvania. The town was small, the people gossiped, and wherever you went you were bound to run into some familiar faces. I enjoyed living in my small, artsy home. I just did not see the point of moving away. Sure, Ella had found out about Byron’s affair with Meredith, the art teacher I despised. Sure, Alison’s murder had brought my reputation to an all time low. But who cares? I know I didn't.

I approached the building with pure disgust. How could Ella do this to us? Moving away from your problems doesn't always help. However, when you do think about, it depends on how far you are willing to go. Europe was better, in a sense that my family was still glued together, and my mom didn't have difficulty looking at me without glaring. Ever since Ella had found out that I knew about the affair, few words have been said to me. Ever since Ella decided to pack up our entire family, Mike and I, and move To Mystic Falls, Virginia, I have been trying to move past the silence. Ella could not hate her own daughter forever; could she? Every day, I would wake up and look myself in the mirror, trying to pretend that my life is perfect; no matter how far from perfect it was. I would take a deep breath, exhale and try to get through the day that lied ahead.

Not only did Ella rip us away from the only town I grew up in, she also took me away from all of my friends. Hanna, Emily and Spencer; not to mention my fair share of lovers, Noel, Sean and Ezra. I swallowed harshly, my heart aching at the thought. No more Ezra. Oh Ezra had been my one and only true love. Though, he and I were frowned upon. He was the dreamy English teacher, while I was one of the many students he taught; sitting in her old and worn out desk, watching him sit at his desk and grade papers.

The house resembled the town’s original structure; the pointed, steeple style roofs, deep colors such as blue and crimson, and large glass windows with black frames. The home also had a large porch with a porch swing attached to the ceiling. I stepped onto the porch, after walking up a few steps. There was a door matt that said “Welcome Home!”. I deliberately wiped my muddy shoes on the matt, smearing some dirt onto it, covering where it said “home“.

I walked inside the new furnished house; it smelled of freshly painted walls, cardboard boxes, and cleaning chemicals. I furrowed my brow and followed Ella up the stairs. She flung a door open, a box in her hand that read: ARIA'S BOOKS. She placed the box onto my bed and walked past me towards the door. "This is your room." was all she said before she closed the door.

I felt sympathy for my mother, but she clearly was being immature. It’s not like I wanted to get involved with her crappy relationship to my father. I rolled my eyes at her absence and then looked around my new room.

What I noticed, when I looked at the window, was the large oak tree. The leaves and branches snaked around the glass, concealing my room from peeping toms and watchful eyes. I approached the window, trying to see the neighborhood. All I could see, though, was my mom, quickly running inside and outside of the house, trying to bring everything inside of the house, racing against time. Poor Ella, she was going through a "I hate the world, thanks to my sleazy husband and my lying daughter" phase. If such a phase was even natural?