[BubblyShell22]

Imagine it's the summer between sixth and seventh grade. You're tan from lying out next to your rock-line pool, you've got on your new Juicy sweats (Remember when everybody wore those?), and your mind's on your crush--that boy who goes to that other prep school whose name we won't mention and who folds jeans at Ambercrombie in the mall. You're eating your Coca Krispies just how you like em--doused in skim milk. You see this girl's face on a milk carton. She's cute--cuter than you and has a feisty look in her eyes. You think to yourself, Hmm, maybe she likes soggy Cocoa Krispies too and you bet she'd think Ambeercrombie boy was a hottie as well. You wonder how someone so...well so much like you would go missing. You thought only girls who entered beauty pageants ended up on the sides of milk cartons.

Well, think again. And then the murders began.

Taken from the prologue of Pretty Little Liars by Sara Shepard. And believe me, there are a lot of murders in those books so that little phrase is indeed fitting.