A/N- I'm so excited to start this story. It's going to be different from the movies. The characters will be all set up differently. I don't know how else to explain it. I guess you'll have to see. I would love to hear your thoughts on it! Enjoy!

Disclaimer:I do not own Pitch Perfect or the characters from the movies.

Beca's POV

I watch from my window as the moving van pulls into the driveway across the street. I wonder who it'll be now. Hopefully, not a band again. Before they were kicked out a couple of months ago, there were some 20 year olds who thought that playing their horrible music that consisted of just banging instruments together and screaming, louder would make them sound better. Trust me though, it didn't. It only made my mom more irritated though now, she's more calm. Not much, but just enough to let me have some freedom from her screaming and cursing at me.

"Beca,"speak of the devil. I run downstairs, tripping over beer bottles and cigarettes. I've tried to keep the house clean, but every time I do, it just gets ruined during the night. I know that my mom does it on purpose. She hates me for some reason. Probably because dad left her. What she doesn't seem to get is that he left me too.

"What do you want?" I sigh, tired of putting up with her.

"What is this?"She shoves a piece of paper in my face. Oh crap. It's my report card. I meant to hide it so that she couldn't see it. "An F in almost all of your classes. Why are you slacking? Are you too lazy? Oh that's it. You're too lazy to do anything but sit on your ass while I pay for this house, the food, and everything else. You're 17 years old. You should take some responsibility for once in your pathetic life. Why.."I tone her out as she continues to insult me. All of it is lies, of course. I have a job as a waitress at Stacie's Diner a few miles away that I work at as much as I can to try and pay the bills. Stacie, the owner, makes sure that I don't overwork myself and tries to occasionally slip me a few extra bucks. She knows about my mother not being able to keep a job, but not about her hitting me. Even though stacie's only a few years older than me, she's like a mother to me.

"Are you even listening? Of course not. When do you ever listen to me?"My mom screams in my face, slapping me.. I stay emotionless, my cheek stinging, as she stomps away. No tears come. I stopped crying a long time ago. Only 2 more years to go, then I'll be free. I sigh, hanging my head. Two more fucking years.

Chloe's POV

"You can pout all you want, but we're not going anywhere,"my dad comments. Scowling, I grab my bag and head inside the new house. I should be used to moving, but this time, we didn't move for my dad's job. We moved because of Nathan. Trying to stop the tears, I run up to my new room. It's the room upstairs, straight across the stairs. My twin brother's, Jesse, is next to mine on the right. I walk into my room, shutting the door behind me. I head straight to the window that looks out at the front yard and the driveway. The moving van pulls into my driveway and something across the street catches my eye. A girl is standing at the window from the house that's directly across from mine. I squint to see her better and am able to see that she's small with dark, brown hair. I can't tell what age she is, but I can see that she's watching the moving van. I hope she's my age. I go to wave, not sure if she can see me or not, when she turns away suddenly and leaves. My heart drops in disappointment for some reason.

"Chloe, come down,"my mom yells and I slowly walk downstairs to help move our stuff inside. For the next few hours, we get all the boxes situated with the help from the moving guys. My dad tips them and they leave, backing out of the driveway fast like they can't wait to get away from the glares and tension that we're all sporting. Like me, Jesse is not very keen on the idea of moving here. We both, along with Nathan, had gotten used to moving because of my dad's job in the military. After Nathan's death though, my dad resigned and moved us here so that he could be a principal at Barden high school. My mom's strangely okay with it, even though she had to uproot her floral shop and move it here. I shake my hands out, trying to simmer the rage that's boiling over.

"Alright, let's order some pizza and then get some rest. We have a lot of unpacking to do before you guys start school on Monday." Jesse and I stomp up to our rooms to hide until dinner.

"This is ridiculous,"Jesse mutters, going into his room and slamming the door behind him. I lay on my mattress and play on my phone. I hear a knock on my door and my mom pokes her head in.

"May I come in?"I nod and she comes over to sit next to me as I sit up. "I just want to say that I'm so proud of you. You've handled all of this so well and I know that it's been hard. It'll get better. You'll see."

"I don't about that. I know that I should be used to moving, but this..this is different."A lump forms in my throat and my mom brushes the hair that I get from her, out of my face. Our hair is the same bright red, but hers is short and straight whereas mine cascades down my back in waves.

"I know, baby. I know but you'll make friends here." She smiles suddenly, getting a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe you'll meet a girl."

"Ew, mom,"I playfully slap her, but I can't keep the grin off of my face. My whole family knows that I'm gay, but my dad doesn't really approve. He deals with it, but at first, he wouldn't even look at me. Nathan helped me when I came out a few years ago, before his death. My mom supported me too, but worked on getting my dad to come around instead of comforting me. Don't get me wrong, I'm eternally grateful for my mom getting him to accept me, but I really needed my mom during that time. Jesse just shrugged and said that it was about time that I realized it.

"I'm serious though,"she says, getting serious. "You can make actual friends this time. We're not going to move in a few months like we used to. Now, we're putting down some roots."

"We had roots in the other place,"I cry, angry tears sliding down my face. After my dad resigned, we stayed in the house that we were living in. We lived there for almost 3 years before moving here.

"You know why we couldn't stay there,"my mom states and I nod, somnely. Too many memories of Nathan.

"I better head downstairs. The pizza will be here soon." My mom stands up and pauses at the doorway. "How about you come with me to the shop tomorrow. Jesse will be out with your dad and I could use the help setting up." I nod and she smiles, leaving me alone to think about about everything that has happened since my brother died a year ago.