Chapter 1

Hanna walked into the kitchen where her mom was waiting for her. “Since you refuse to give me answers give me your cell phone.” “I said give me your cell phone, now!” “Mom I need my phone, what if there is an emergency.” “Then you can use the phone in the office, young lady.”

“Fine,” Hanna leaned forward and threw her cell phone in the sink full of water.

While she was bent over her jean clad bottom next to her mother’s face the blonds’ angry face turned to a wicked smile feeling she had just trumped her mom. What she didn’t know was her reflection and ‘eat’ poo smile had been reflected in the chrome face of the toaster in front of her.

Hanna’s mom had reached her boiling point and picked up the nearby breadboard and walloped her daughter’s bottom once HARD! The burn sunk right through the jeans and the panties she was wearing. The obstinate teenager who had just been called out for disrespecting her mom rubbed her bottom and turned to leave.

“Like I said I am going out and mom that swat was really uncalled for at my age!”

Hanna slammed the door and Mrs. Marin was left with the breadboard a part of her wishing she could take Hanna in line with more than one swat. None of the pretty little liars could have ever guessed Hannah got it.

Meeting of the Pretty Little Liars “Guys we have a problem my mom saw the arrest report.” “How did you let that happen?”

“Now she is determined to find out where that report came from and ordered me to hand over my phone when I wouldn’t tell her anything.”

“Now she’s talking about going to the police.” “Okay guys who is the best straight face liar.” Three of the pretty little liars turned towards the same girl. “Gee, thanks guys I really appreciate this.” “Well we need our most convincing liar for this plan to work. “Liar, Liar Pants on Fire,” The girls jovially sang in a choral response. Hanna felt a lingering burn in her bottom from her mom’s breadboard swat, but that was to embarrassing to confide with the group. Besides she reasoned Hanna was not her daughter.

“Then it is agreed Aria will talk to Hanna’s mom.” “Okay, Hanna don’t you worry I will go get your butt out of the frying pan.” “Thanks Aria,” they all laughed as Aria rubbed her butt and then took her finger and blew in it making a sizzle sound.

Hanna’s House “Hanna told me you found the police report.” “Yes, Aria I did and I intend on getting to the bottom of this.” “The report is not real Mrs. M.” “How do you know that?” “Because it is a fake I made.” “I don’t know Aria it looks pretty official.” “I know, I did a good job huh?” Aria couldn’t help but to take pride in her forgery.