Pretty Little Liars: the next generation

Then and Now

Then and Now

Do you ever look back and see how much you've changed? In high school, you were one of the outcasts, and now you couldn't be more popular. Or it could have been a day ago. Yesterday, you didn't believe your old best friend could still be alive, but now... you know better. Four pretty girls in Rosewood, grew up thinking their fifth best friend was dead. They didn't know their futures one bit.

Spencer Hastings was the first to arrive. She ordered her latte, and sat down at a cafe table, drumming her nails. Next, came Aria Montgomery. She plopped down on a vacant chair next to Spencer, drinking her canteen of Icelandic coffee. Next, Hanna Marin appeared, dropping her purse down on a chair. She went up to buy a decaf, and dumped in Splenda packets and soy milk. Soon after, Emily Fields walked in. She bought a cappuccino, and sat down in between Hanna and Aria. Toes tapped. Fingernails drummed. Someone was missing.
Bells jingled, and the cafe door opened. A girl walked in with a blonde wig, heart shaped face, bow lips, and cheeks flushed healthily pink. It was now the one and only, Alison DiLaurentis. Ali strolled in, and sat down at the table with the girls. "Sorry I'm late," she breezed. "I had a new client who needed a blowout, and was willing to pay my emergency rate."
Emily smiled, but the rest of the girls all exchanged uneasy glances. They hoped adulthood wouldn't be like seventh grade, with Ali ruling their every move. Back in junior high, Ali held secrets over their heads, threatening to tell if they didn't do what she said. Little did they know, Ali had many dangerous secrets of her own. Like, her secret friendship with Jenna Cavanaugh; her relationship with Spencer's sister, Melissa's boyfriend, Ian, and most of all her secret twin, Courtney.
Ali took out a copy of People, and another of US Weekly. "Have you heard?" Alison flipped her hair. "Their doing an interview of me on how I dealt with the whole twin switch."
Ali was obviously bragging, but for once Hanna didn't care. She'd had enough of all the media in her face, doing countless interviews.
The girls talked a little more, chatting about their daughters. Then, they broke apart and went their separate ways. Another monthly meeting, done.
These girls have no clue how similar their daughters are to them, but they will soon find out. And I've got my eye on these pretty girls, making sure they don't spill a thing.