"Andi! Let's go. Do you want to be late?" My younger sister, Bri, yelled from outside my nearly empty room. I sighed, closing my new Mac laptop after saving the Panic! At The Disco remix I was working on as a commission. We were heading to Barden Uni, leaving from our flat in lower England to travel the millions of miles for one of the best musical and artistic schools in the world. I grab my three suitcases and one carry-on, Bri flutters over everything at least five times before sliding into the cab. The airport is filled with college students and preppy kids coming off of summer break, I sneer, pulling my black hoodie over my stark white hair. We wait half an hour until the flight is called. When we arrived in sunny America, Bri raved about how great the school will be, how she can't wait to join the Barden Bellas. She certainly had the skinny girl with blonde hair and blue eyes physique, and most importantly the voice. I'm sure all the guys will fall for her accent, which is a lot more layered and petite than mine. I had received more of an American accent from my dad. Anyways, campus was bustling, groups of people were singing and dancing and laying around. I turned around to tell my sister I was going to my dorm, but she had already disappeared into the crowd of people, giving me a mini-heart attack. Re-adjusting my bags, I began the walk to my dorm section, a huge, brick building with a thousand windows. Luckily I had specific directions and found the room in less than five minutes. The other half the room was blank, no signs of a roommate, so I chose the coziest side of the room, it was tucked right into the corner, with a decent sized desk and shelves in the walls. I threw the bags on the bare bed and pulled out my old comforter, using a fluffy blanket way too large as a sheet. I had two pillows, both very worn and frequently washed. As soon as my bed was sloppily thrown together, I put up my laptop and speakers, taking care of the cords and making everything neat. It was way past noon and my stomach growled, I was used to teatime about now. Making sure the rest of my bags weren't in the way of a future roommate, I put my white dyed hair up and trekked out to where the snack machine was, which fortunately was only a hallway down. I cursed, realizing I hadn't exchanged any pounds for one dollars. The sweets and crisps glared at me, joining in on calling myself stupid.

"Need some help?" A male voice startled me. I turned around and a very tall boy with quiffed black hair and dark brown eyes was staring down at me.

"Uh, yeah. I didn't exchange most of my money and all I have are twenties and fifties."

"Wow, I mean, here," he hands me a crumpled handful of dollars, "no need to pay me back."

"So gracious." I smirked, inserting one of the bills into the machine. I still sensed him behind me, so I glanced back when I selected a plain bag of crisps.

"I, uh, sorry. I should probably go, but, my name's Austin. Maybe I'll see you around?" He put his hand up in a sort of wave as I nod and smile lightly, and walked off. I went back into the room, sitting at the desk and watching people bustle about outside the window, I caught the platinum blonde hair of my sister and watched her skip around with her new group of friends. I sighed, putting some of my records and CDs on the shelf, dusting them off gently. I joined this school mostly for my sister, I couldn't live knowing she was so far away on her own, although I do have a passion for music and art, even literature and psychology. Bri got in on a scholarship and Dad and my job helped pay my way in. I started doing a million commissions and promoting to help raise money, along with working at Nandos. I make song remixes, water colour paintings and drawings, and since I've gained so many followers, I help promote them if they simply donate. At one point Bri talked me into modeling, tossing me further into internet fame. It's not like I appeared in American magazines, the company was just an alternative hit in England.

After the sun started sinking and I decided I wouldn't have a roomie, I collected a couple twenties and sluggishly walked around the dorms, catching glances. I wasn't the most camouflaged person by any means, but I wasn't too bothered. I finally found a cafeteria of sorts, it was pretty packed so I sat at the last mostly empty table, looking all around to see if I knew anyone-or saw anyone I wanted to know. There was a couple who was flocked, a small girl with brown hair and was a little alt, and a guy with spiked brown hair and tanned skin. I kept my eyes wandering, no signs of Austin or my sister. A delicate looking lass took a seat in front of me.

"Hi, mind if I sit here? None of my friends are around and you seemed a bit lonely." She had pink hair, winged eyeliner, and a toastie. I shrugged, smiling and picking at my skin tight jeans.

"Is this your first year here?" She asked, biting into her panini, I nodded.

"Okay, I'll give you a run-down. The main couple, which you've probably noticed already, is Beca and Jesse. She's the lead Bella and he's the lead to the Trebles. They're a cappella groups. Oh, if you're into DJing, the only program with those initials are the Deaf Jews. Speaking of, there's this rather large blonde whose name is Fat Amy," I gave her a look, "that sounds bad. She makes us call her that, I swear. Anyways, I'm Kayleigh, but call me Dancer. What's your name?"

"My name is Andi. With an 'i'. Are the Bellas nice? My sister was hoping to join them."

"Woah. Uh, yeah they're pretty cool now. Before Beca they were total bitches, but it's a really fun group. I was in it freshman year, but I couldn't really keep up so I took dancing instead."

"That's pretty cool. I-"

"Dancer! So glad I found you, Donald and Lily were looking every inch of campus!" A girl with red hair and a freckled face sat down next to Dancer.

"Seriously? I told them I was going to eat," she laughed, "oh Chloe, meet Andi. Her sister Bri wants to be a Bella!"

"You're Bri's sister?! Ohmigod, she's said so much about you. I'm sure she'll ace the auditions. Are you trying out?"

I shook my head, smiling a little. "I don't think I'm quite cutout for the whole a Capella thing. I'll stick to what I know." I ran a hand through my hair, "the line has died down so I'm going to go eat. I'll see you later, Dancer?"

"Totally! Yeah." She hopped off with Chloe. I bought a plate of spaghetti and sat down at a different table tucked into a corner. The Bella's and Treble's left for the most part, only Jesse and Beca were at a table, acting like a couple would. Halfway through my meal an argument intensified and she walked out, leaving the poor guy with his head in his hands. I tossed the rest, losing my appetite as usual, and sat across from Jesse.

"Hey, uh, you look like you need a pal..." I said softly, he peeked out from between his fingers.

"I just, she can frustrate me to no end. This time it's about the auditions, before it was about how my parents didn't like her, next time it'll probably be about the freshmen." He sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"I'll be honest, I have no idea who she is other than she dates you and is like the 'lead singer' of an a cappella group." I smiled, he laughed a little.

"I guess you know me, too? I saw Dancer flutter over to sit with you. She's my younger cousin."

"Yeah, Jesse isn't it? Seems you're the first person to not be surprised by my accent."

"It's pretty cool, I totally dig cultural diversity," he actually laughed, "So what is your name?"

"Andi. With an 'i'. You'll probably see my little sister Bri at auditions, tiny thing with blonde hair and blue eyes. Please, even if she does terrible, clap for her."

"A stranger asking me for a favour? Alright, I'm sure she'll do fine. Although the Bellas are pretty crazy, the Trebles are kind of dicks." I laughed.

"Thanks, mate. I'll probably see you around," I got up and waved goodbye, putting on my headphones. The walk back seemed to take longer, the wind became chilling as the sun's last few rays struggled across the horizon. I unlocked the door and came back to the other side of the room still bare, sending a chill up my spine. I pulled up iTunes on my laptop and put my thousands of songs on shuffle as I closed the blinds and change into a plain grey sweatshirt and cotton shorts. I layed in bed, wishing I was back at my apartment, in my familiar settings, with my familiar people. I thought about Austin, Dancer, Bri, Jesse, Beca, what I was going to do tomorrow, and how it was going to go. Bri had auditions after lunch, so I would skip Economics after lunch and then go to Advanced English. I sent a quick text to Bri and turned off the lamp, drifting off to a dreamless sleep.