Yup here's a young Bechloe fanfic, sorry this chapter is so short, it's just an introduction kinda thing, hope you enjoy! :D

Three things changed Beca's life forever, just three things. Summer camp, music, and a perky redhead, doesn't sound like much right? Well to Beca Mitchell this was. She had never been anywhere away from her mom after her parents' divorce when she was nine, she was fourteen now. Music was always Beca's way to get away from things. And the perky redhead well there's not really much to describe there.

Beca only knew about one thing coming into her life and that was music, because she had loved it since she was just four years old. The other things kind of crept up on her, especially the redhead.

Beca had known about summer camp for a while now and was dreading it when she learned about it in the middle of the school year, that she had to go on only the third day of summer. She had to go because her mom had a business trip that had to last almost the whole summer. So when the first day of summer came along Beca slowly walked home from school with all the other kids running past her excitedly starring at her as if she was a zombie or something.

Beca sighed when she stepped into her house, a blue town house to be exact, two bedrooms, one bathroom. She set her backpack down and heard her mom humming the tune of god knows what in the kitchen. Beca didn't know if she wanted to see her mom right now, she wanted her mom to believe she was dead so she didn't have to go to that summer camp.

But of course her mom noticed her sneaking up the stairs and called out to her "Beca! Hello?" Her mom yelled standing at the bottom of the stairs. Beca sighed and turned around and gave her mom a glare "Start packing we are leaving in ten!" Beca cringed at that, she thought it started on the third day of summer not the first.

She felt the question slip out of her mouth "I thought it started on the third day of summer," Beca sounded like a brat when she asked that question but she still wondered. Her mom just smiled and took out the ear buds she currently had in "It's in Pennsylvania, silly," Her mom laughed, put her ear buds back in and turned back into the kitchen dancing to some music she was listening to in her ear buds. Beca almost fell down the stairs. (Luckily she caught herself) Pennsylvania? They lived in Maine, nowhere near Pennsylvania.

Beca wanted to run down to her mom and ask her more questions but she felt herself holding back. She slowly went up the carpeted stairs and up to her room. The room had one window that looked out into a parking lot, a bed, dresser, and a computer desk. It wasn't much but Beca still felt very comfy in her small room.

She grabbed a small duffel bag from under her bed and put some clothing in and other things she would need, such as her headphones, IPod, because let's face it, she couldn't last two days without her music, let alone the whole summer. She put her journal in there, her dream journal to be exact, nobody knew about it, not even her mom. Lastly she put her drawing notebook in the bag and a couple pens and pencils.

She looked at her watch, she had only been home for seven minutes, and she was already leaving, how nice. Beca grabbed her duffel bag, flung it around her shoulders and waved bye to her room feeling like a complete weirdo for doing that, and went down stairs.

She saw her mom waiting impatiently by the door, "it's about time," her mom said and right when Beca was down the stairs her mom threw something at her, a bottle of bug spray/sunscreen. "You'll need that too, now get in the car we don't have all day," her mom yelled the last part and went out the door into their car, an off-road red jeep.

Beca just stood there in the doorway and watched her mom start the car; I guess there was no turning back now, for whatever that was.