Pretty Little Liars: the next generation

The Outcast

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The Outcast

Lucy Montgomery sat by the window, sketching the pretty summer scene. School was starting in two days, and that meant another nightmare. It wasn't that she didn't like school, it was just that people at Rosewood Middle School seemed to look right through her, like she wasn't even there. Lucy spent most of her afternoons sketching. She planned to be an artist when she grew up.

The door opened, and Aria walked in. "Hey, Lucy," she said.

"Hi mom," Lucy replied, not looking up from her sketch pad.

"You know, you should try hanging out with Ashley sometime," Aria told her daughter.

"Ashley?" Lucy asked, puckering up her face, as if she'd just tasted something sour. "Why her?"

"Oh, I don't know. You guys just seem like you would get along together."

Lucy looked at her mother squarely in the eyes. "Is this because your friends with her mom?"

"Maybe," Aria said casually.

Lucy sighed. "Look mom, you may be friends with Hanna, but I could never be friends with Ashley. She thinks she is soooo popular, and she's a total snob."

"Lucy!" Aria scolded. "Watch your mouth."

"Sorry," Lucy apologized. "But it's true."

Aria shook her head. That was kind of like Hanna had been. She wanted to be popular, and made fun of people with Mona Vanderwaal.

Aria tried her best to encourage Lucy to make friends. She remembered back in the day, when she wished she had friends.

Lucy went back to sketching, and Aria walked into the kitchen.

A man walking his dog walked by. Ten minutes later, a mom and her daughter passed. The daughter looked about seven, and had silky blonde hair, milky blue eyes, and naturally red lips. She was wearing a white tank top, a cream colored mini skirt, and white sandals. They passed by, turning the corner.

Lucy's phone buzzed. She looked at the screen. It was a telemarketer. Of course it was. The only contacts she had were her mom Aria, dad Noel, and younger brother Cody.

Lucy looked out the window again, sketching the roof pattern of the house across the street. She soaked in the warm afternoon sun, and kept sketching. This was how Lucy spent most of her afternoons.

Lucy's phone buzzed again. One new voicemail. Lucy set down her sketch pad. Since she was bored out of her mind, she decided to clear her voice messages. The first one was from two months ago.

"Greetings," said a man in a sonorous voice. "This message is for Natalie Kemp. We are calling to inform you that your trial will be at eight tomorrow."

The rest of the messages were just random junk.

Then, Lucy got to the one from a few minutes ago. She clicked on it. Silence. There was a high pitched giggle. Then, the message was over.

What the hell?! It sounded like a random prankster. But still, there was something weird about the message. Lucy shrugged, and went back to sketching, not concerned at all. Little did she know, that very person would stop at nothing to make Lucy's life a living hell, for no apparent reason. But it wouldn't happen for another three years.