So! This is my first Pitch Perfect Fanfic, so be nice;) please review, it means a lot to know that someone is actually reading what I write.I appreciate all of the constructive criticism too:) (I haven't proof read so I apologise now for any grammatical errors and last but not least I hope you enjoy this story... It's going to be a journey and will have some slightly dark parts.

P.s I really want Aubrey and Beca to be friendly so don't be surprised if it gets all fluffy!;) mwah xo

Some would say that Beca Mitchell was an average girl who lived an average life, she would have an average family who had an average dog and did average things. However this was not the case. Beca Mitchell did not live an average life or have an average family. In fact it was very far from it...

Ostensibly it could be perceived that Beca Mitchell had a normal life; she went to school, did her homework, and went to bed. Yet Beca Mitchell did not feel normal. She didn't want to be normal, because lets face it. What is normal?

...

"I just don't see the point in going there when I'll be most likely be leaving in a year" Beca's tone was becoming blunt as she argued her point in the only way she knew how.

"Becs, I'm just asking this one thing of you. Please, just one year here and if you work hard I will help you move to L.A. Sheila thinks that this could be an amazing experience for you andI agree"

She shoved her face into her pillow and let out a loud sigh, "Of course you agree with what the step-monster says, you always take her side over me. Your own daughter, Gawwwdd, there's no way you'd let me go to L.A. It's just a ploy to get me there" Beca hastily slapped her hand over her face.

"Beca. Don't you dare talk about her like that. You know that I care about you a great deal, and so does Sheila, we want whats best for you. I give you my word that I will help you move if you try for a year and work hard, you'll enjoy it more than you think."

"Your word? You'll give me your word? Good one 'dad'" she emphasised the word in order to put her point across to the older man.

"Beca, please. I'm sorry, you know that. I will apologise to you every day if thats what it takes to get you to forgive me. It was four years ago Becs, please don't bring it up"

"If you're so sorry then you wouldn't have left. It doesn't matter how long ago it was, you still did it. You left me. For her. And Mom? She was never the same after then, she was sick and you left her and then she died. She died Dad, and you didn't even call? Just forget it."

"You're coming Beca and thats final. I'm fed up of your attitude towards me, Barden will give you a taste of reality. Now pack your things and I will pick you up from your Grandmothers in 1 hour."

"For God sake man, this is ridiculous! I'm 18 years old you can't boss me around like you own me, I'm an adult"

"Get ready. Now" with that he hung up the phone, Beca looked up to the ceiling and screamed in frustration. She ran towards the delicate mirror standing in the corner of her room and froze and she saw the black makeup dripping down her tear stained cheeks, her face turned from one of hurt to disgust when she threw her fist threw the mirror shattering the disgusting image of her self. "I hate you" she whispered.

...

The black BMW rolled to a halt outside of a beautiful five bedroom house with a white picket fence and a long driveway, the house was enriched with life; ivy had traveled its way onto the old brickwork and spiralled up to the large windows, framing them in their place. The home was an advertisement of what the American Dream was suppose to be.

"We're here Becs. I'll grab your things, you go head inside and Sheila will show you around" he placed his hand onto her should and squeezed her slightly shaking her out of the daze she was in.

"It's really nice Dad, thanks... For getting my bags" she smiled for a brief moment, almost forgetting the pain which he had once struck upon her which she still dealt with every day. Beca opened the door of the car and made her way down the cobbled path leading to the her fathers home. She placed her delicate fingers onto the door handle and turned it gently listening to the noises of the latches unlocking underneath her finger tips, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she took her first steps through the threshold of the 'mitchell residence'

"Wow" The hallway was pristine, dark oak wood floors surrounded by tall cream walls lead to the grand staircase and the...

"Beca. Always a pleasure." A tall blonde woman strolled towards the short brunettes and placed a delicate kiss onto each of her cheeks.

"Sheila" Beca nodded at the brunette before pushing past her and walking towards the kitchen.

"Yes this is our beautiful kitchen, do you like it?"

"Yea... It's great. Really 'fancy' must have cost him a bomb to get this, it's a good job he gets paid so much though isn't it? Otherwise he wouldn't be able to spend all of it on you." She shrugged her way back past the Blonde and made her way back towards the hallway where her father was stood, bag in hand.

"Beca are you insinuating that I married your father for his money? Thats absurd"

"I did no such thing. However now that you mention it I-"

"Enough! Beca, may I have a word?" He placed her bags onto the ground before crossing his arms across his chest. Beca blew out the air she didn't even realise she was holding in and stepped towards her father.

"You've been here two minutes and you're already starting world war three? Pack up the childish antics Beca, you're off to college tomorrow."

"You know what? No. I wont. In fact I want to go there now, I'd rather spend the night there than in this hell hole" Beca picked up the discarded bags and made her way back towards the car.

"Beca, you have no right to treat your father this way." The blonde huffed.

"Sperm donor*" she corrected with a cocky smirk laid upon her face.

"Fine, if you want to go there now, then lets go." He walked towards the drivers side and climbed into the car before starting the engine.

"Bye Sheila, see you around" Beca waved her hand into the air and shot the woman a look of disgust.

...

The drive to Barden University was longer than expected, and fair to say a silent car journey there was not a benefit to Beca's boredom.

"Here we are." His tone was clipped and emotionless as he carried on facing forward not diverting his eyes to Beca for just one second.

"Later" she stepped out of the car and slammed the door, strolling round to the boot she grabbed her bags and watched as her father drove off again. He always left.

She was shown her way to her dorm by an overly preppy senior whom seemed to love B.U. More than life itself. "This is is" she whispered as she faced the door to her home for the next year, she wasn't sure how well she'd fair in a room with another girl. Beca never really bonded with other girls, it wasn't that she didn't want to, she did. But everyone took her sarcastic remarks and grumpy comments to be some what bad, and never understood that, that was Beca's personality.

"Hi, I'm beca you must be Kimmy-Jin?" She dropped her bags onto the ground and thrust out a hand to her Korean roommate only to be returned with a disapproving glance.

"Ooooookay then..." She pulled her hand away and turned around to try and get some of her things organised.

After about an hour of setting her DJ equipment up and putting her clothes away her roommate spoke for the first time, "I'm off to the activities fair"

"The wha-" Beca's question was interrupted by the slamming of her rooms door, she looked over to her clock and it read 3:00pm. She decided it would be best to go and see what this damn fair things was about and try and get into the 'college' spirit as her father so delicately said.

I will update as much as possible, I work a lot but I promise to spend every free minute I have writing and updating! I hope you liked the sort of back-story to set up the story!