Greetings fellow fanfictioners. I'm in the process of writing various stories and I had to take a break, so I thought hey I might give this a shot.
As a proud Tasmanian, I love when people write for Amy about Tasmania. I find it hilarious.
I say fringe in this story and for those that are unaware a fringe is bangs. I tried to switch up my terminology and failed so I have to keep going as is, so… sorry about that. I hope you enjoy what you're about to read, thanks for your time
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters besides the ones from my imagination. If I did own Pitch Perfect I would turn it into a Bechloe or Triple Treble story, but sadly I don't.
I'll just get started now…

"Let go of me!" I screamed as hands ripped the clothes from my body, leaving bloody scratches in their wake.
"Come on Beca, don't fight it. This is how you get in with the popular crowd. Don't you want that?" The owner of one the various pairs of hands taunted. I fought tirelessly against the onslaught of groping, squeezing and beating but to no avail. My legs flew in every direction as my hands clawed at anything that came close.
"Fucking hell Bitch! Stop fighting! You're getting your dyke disease all over my new shoes!" Another voice yelled before sending a hard blow to the back of my head, I groaned as my eyes became unfocused. In that brief moment of pain and shock my body had stilled giving the men enough time to grab each of limbs and tie them down.
"Please! Please, don't do this!" I begged, fresh tears streaming down my face. Moments later another blow came sailing towards me, hitting me on the side of my face; I shook violently from the impact. The men around me laughed before landing blow upon blow all over my body. I screamed and yelled until I no longer could.
"Are you ready, you stupid dyke? We'll show you what it's like to be with real men, we'll show you what is right." The obvious leader of the group said before walking in between my legs, I felt something painfully hard and large push against my entrance.
"No, please- "

My body jerked awake from the memory that plagued my mind every night. I pushed myself out of bed, taking a look at my alarm clock. 5:30am. My eyes widened as I remembered what time my flight was leaving and I hadn't even started packing yet. Running through my soon to be old apartment, I skidded into the bathroom and jumped in the shower; taking my tooth brush and tooth paste with me. The searing water cascaded down my toned, pale body as I started brushing my teeth vigorously. I washed quickly and was out of the shower in three minutes. 'When I get to the University, I'll clean myself up.' I thought hurriedly as I brushed my hair and put it in a side braid, my longer side fringe stayed out reaching the bottom of my ear lobe. Chucking a towel around my naked form I ran back into my room and grabbed the first things I could find. My underwear – obviously - black skinny jeans, a blue and white baseball sleeved shirt and black converse. I dragged my bags out from underneath my bed and threw all my clothes, books, personal belongings and such in haphazardly; promising myself that I would clean it all up when I got to school.

I took my time packing away my DJ equipment, no amount of money or time could cause me to rush this I knew this equipment was expensive and very fragile; I ALWAYS looked after it. Once I had finished I walked back into the bathroom and checked myself over in the mirror, I applied a heavy amount of waterproof eyeliner on my eyes and small amounts of foundation everywhere else on my face before l left packing my make-up bag into my duffel bag as I finished up.

When the time came, I lugged my bags out to the front of my old apartment and handed my keys over to the landlord.
"Will you be safe Mitchell?" The man asked gruffly.
"Of course General, I'll call if I have any problems." I responded throwing myself into the arms of the older man.
"I'll make sure you do and if that father of yours gives you any trouble let me know, I have some friends up at Barden who can help." The old veteran whispered into my ear.

General David Evans, served in Vietnam. He is a decorated war hero who dedicated his life after the army to helping children in bad areas find their feet and their voice. He had worked with me for thirteen years and we had become a family not by blood but by choice.

As the booked Taxi driver pulled up beside us, I reluctantly released the older man.
"I'll miss you General." I whispered, tears blinding me. I grabbed both of my bags and handed them to the taxi driver who stowed them in the boot.
"I'll miss you too Becs." The General responded as he kissed my forehead before turning to the driver. He pulled a large wad of cash out of his pocket and handed the necessary money to the driver before giving the rest of it to me.
I gave him a sad smile as I pushed my duffel bag into the back with me and waved good bye to the man who saved my life countless times and who was more of a father to me than my biological one. The taxi driver pulled away from the curb and drove me to J.F.K airport.

"Flight JQ4533 to Atlanta is now boarding, all passengers on this flight please make your way to gate 6." I sprinted through the airport losing my way twice before finding gate 6. I was early arriving at the airport and had had 2 hours to spare before my plane left, but there was a massive hold up at the registry desk, some idiot had been trying to smuggle a knife and once that had been resolved Security insisted on going through everyone's luggage just in case. Considering I was like sixteenth in line and there were at least nine families in front of me it took a while.

At the gate I was met by an older lady – probably in her sixties - with long blonde turning grey hair who smiled warmly at me.
"Ticket please?" The lady asked. I smiled at the lady as I fished the ticket out of my duffel bag. I was waved through moments later.

I moved to my seat on the aisle next to a tanned blonde with green eyes, a redhead with startling blue eyes sat next to her smiling at me. They were both beautiful and it took me a minute to realise they had been talking to me.
"Sorry, I couldn't quite catch that." I stumbled over my words before literally stumbling over my duffel bag as I went to sit down. Shooting apologetic looks at the people around me I gained my feet swiftly and stowed my bag in the overhead luggage compartment.
"Excuse me Miss, could you please take your seat, we'll be departing shortly." An overly enthusiastic flight attendant squeaked.
"S-sorry." I stuttered before sitting down. My cheeks were rosy red as I clipped my seat belt up. I felt a brief tap on my shoulder and turned in my seat to see the redhead and the blonde smiling at me.
"I'm Aubrey and this is Chloe." The blonde greeted gesturing to herself and her friend before holding her hand out. I shook it firmly and gasped as I felt a spark travel upwards from my hand. Aubrey looked about as surprised as I did before letting go. The redhead beside her thrust her hand forward smiling, I smiled back before clasping her hand in my own and again there was that spark. I'm sure Chloe felt it just as much as I did from the barely audible intake of breath that came from her direction.
"I-I'm Beca." I responded, yet again stuttering out my words. Catching both girls attention and once again they smiled at me.

"Good Morning everyone, my name is Nathan and I'll be your Pilot this lovely morning. It is currently 9:30 in the morning and we will be arriving in Atlanta at 11:40. I hope you have a wonderful trip and if you have any questions please don't be afraid to ask our lovely flight attendants. "

Take off followed minutes later and I gripped my arm rest viciously, my knuckles turning white.
"Not good with planes?" Aubrey asked from beside me.
"I'm good with planes, I'm just not good with crashing in them." I responded. I heard her and Chloe chuckle beside me and the sound helped soothe me. I relaxed my grip on the arm rest and slumped in my seat.
"Beca?" Chloe's voice ringed out to me. I turned to look at them.
"Yes?" I asked, smiling.
"This may come off as a little forward, but what do you plan on doing once you get to Atlanta?"
"Well, I just finished High School. So, I'm heading off to Barden University. My dad's a teacher there and he wanted me to get a College education so here I am."
"Wait, you weren't going to go College?" Aubrey asked shocked.
"I had every intention of going to college, just not anywhere near him." I replied, shocked that I had said so much to two people I didn't really know.
"Well there is one highlight about going to Barden University." Chloe smiled.
"And what's that?" I asked.
"We go there." Aubrey smiled.
"You're right, that is a big plus." I said, smile set in place.