A/N: Okay nerds. So I had this thought, and it kind of rolled on from there. My love for classic 80's movies was at its highest peak when Pitch Perfect came out in 2012 and it only escalated from there. So here's my thought. Pitch perfect meets Breakfast Club. You've got all the elements there. Misfits coming together. Even the characters are there, ripe for the picking. So, here's kind of like a 'pilot', if you will, chapter I've whipped up. Let me know what you think and if you all like it, I will keep writing. So, here's the breakdown, and bear with me because explanation will come into it in later chapters, so, brain, obviously Miss. Stacie Conrad. Athlete, Aubrey. Basket Case, totes Lily. Princess, Chloe. And, drum roll for our criminal/badass...Beca Mitchell...come on guys, it's a Bechloe fic, duh. Anyways, read on you awesome nerds and please let me know what you think.

Saturday, August 24th, 2013. Barden High School. Atlanta, Georgia.

Dear Mr. Mitchell, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention, for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us how you want to see us. In the simplest terms and most convenient definitions, you see each one of us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Correct? That's how we all saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed.

"You should have known better. How do you expect to get into college if you behave this way?" Aubrey sat silently in the front seat of her dad's car, not wanting to open her mouth and make things worse. So, she had some fun and got in trouble? She's a teenager. He's right though. She should've known better. "You want to miss a match? You want to ruin your chances? No college is going to give a scholarship to a discipline case." She took a deep breath and exited the car, pushing against the door a little harder than necessary to close it with a bang, before heading through the front doors of her high school. The high school where she was loved by everyone. She was the one everyone looked up to. It was the place she felt special, but now? Now, it's where she is being punished, just for having a little fun.

"It's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday. It's not like I'm a defective or anything." Chloe sighed and stared up at the school she, like Aubrey, was worshipped in. She had a line of guys waiting. All she had to do was snap her fingers and she got whatever she wanted. A simple smile and she could have everything she asked for. That was just Chloe.

"Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective." Her father smiled at her and handed her, her lunch. "Have a good day." He commented as she got out of the car, offering a small smile in return.

"Is this the first or the last time we do this?"

"The last."

"Well get in there and use the time to your advantage."

"Mom, we're not supposed to study, we just have to sit there and do nothing."

"Well, Miss, you figure out a way to study."

The next car to pull up outside the school, skidded to a stop as a girl, biting her nail, got out. She hesitated before moving to walk up to the window. Before she could get there the car screeched off, narrowly missing a small girl, who simple side stepped the car, eyes trained forward, and kept walking.

All of these girls had nothing in common. Nothing unique about them. They all had their groups and stereotypes they had to fit into to, if they didn't, they wouldn't belong anywhere. High school is about molding yourself to fit into one group or another. It's all about survival. Dress and speak a certain way, have specific interests. It's all about image. Or so they all thought. By the end of the day, all these girls would realise that they had a lot more in common then they thought.