Once upon a time there were two perfect little girls...Ali and Courtney.

They shared everything. They wore the same frilly pink dresses and matching tiaras. They loved each other. They hung out all of the time. When a little boy kissed Ali because he thought she was cute when they were six, Ali told him to meet him at the playground the next day. She told Courtney and sent a Courtney to hang out with him. "Because we're twins, he won't know! He'll think you're me!" Ali had told Courtney. Courtney leaned in and kissed that boy the next day.

They rarely fought- and when they did, they made up within seconds and hugged. They had the same smile, the same twinkle in their eye. They weren't just sisters, they were best friends. As they got older, Ali began to grow jealous of Courtney. Courtney was more honest and fun to be around. People loved Ali because of her smile and the way she looked. She was just missing the whipped cream and cherry on top. She forced Courtney to do things. She would pull her hair and break her toys and blame it on Courtney. She always got her way. She made Courtney pretend to be Ali or else she'd hurt her and their parents, she'd threaten.

When their parents found Courtney on top of Ali, her hands around her throat, Ali's eyes going wild and her skin losing color, they peeled Courtney off and sent her to her room and took them to be evaluated by doctor. The rest you know. These stories aren't always happily ever afters...but at least the prologue is happy. This is before anything happened between them. This is the sweet Alison that we all used to love. This is when Ali and Courtney were inseparable. When they were family.