People say that when you reach 18, basically, you get to do things on your own-cliché but true. You get to experience on how it is to be independent, you get to experience on how to deal with things in life. Seizing the moment with decisions and incidental mistake would be included, of course. All things wrapped up, you get a taste of Freedom. Oh, and yes, you get to go to College.

Ah! College. Who wouldn't want to go to a University, right? Everyone wanted to go and seek adventures to see what's in it for them-even Beca Mitchell did.

At the age of 18, Beca knew she was in the right track all her life. Being the only daughter of Senator Warren and Cynthia Mitchell, it's undeniable that she had the best things and opportunities in life. She attended one of the most expensive boarding schools in London until High School, and it really did her well. Beca was an honor student, though it wasn't really obvious since she didn't wear glasses, and she didn't look like a nerd. But, Beca's smart, and everyone in boarding school can attest to that and it made her parents very proud of her.

They say that she's the perfect daughter, and she has the potential to enter the world of politics just like her father. But, Beca hoped to be out of her father's shadow. She doesn't want to be a politician, she wanted a different thing, a different world from what she lives in.

Most of Beca's life was spent in London, because her parents wanted her to be out of the spotlight ever since her father was elected into office. But, being included in the list of one of the prettiest daughters of U.S Politicians, it was inevitable. Beca is pretty. Really pretty. Beauty plus brains, equals a total package.

Beca would only fly out to the United States during school break, Christmas and other holidays, but would always get the first flight back to London just to evade being in her father's entourage. Not that she hated it, she was just uncomfortable with all the fuss. However, Beca would be back in the United States for a very long time. Or maybe for good because she's going to college.

HARTSFIELD-JACKSON ATLANTA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

After a 9-hour flight from Heathrow, finally, Beca was now in Atlanta. Her home, and her first love.

"Hello, Dad?" Beca adjusted her earphones so she could properly hear her father.

"Rebecca, honey! Where are you? We're so excited to see you!"

"Dad, Come on! I just arrived! I'm waiting for my luggage. See you in a bit, okay?" Beca snickered.

"Oh! Don't you do that British accent on me, young lady!" Warren joked.

"I'm sorry, dad. Can't blame me for adopting to it." Beca replied while walking towards the carousel as she saw her luggage. "Hey, I spotted my luggage, will get back to you, alright, dad?"

"Of course, honey. See you in a few. Bye."

Beca made her way out of the arrivals area in a jiffy, and just like her parents, she was also excited to see them. Surprisingly, her father was not in Washington, and it was indeed a good timing that he could join Cynthia in welcoming Beca back home.

It wasn't difficult to spot Beca. She was wearing her favorite floral dress that her mother knew all too well with her rose gold mirrored sunglasses.

"Rebecca!" A voice called out as soon as she stepped out on the Arrival area.

"Mom!" Beca ran to her mother who welcomed her with a bone-crushing hug.

"I missed you, Rebecca." Her mother whispered. "It's good to finally have you back."

"Same here, mom." Beca replied as she lingered in her mother's warm embrace. "Same here."

Beca and her mother's moment was interrupted when Beca heard someone coughing on her side.

"Excuse me, I would also like to give my daughter a hug." Warren winked at Beca.

"Dad!" Beca grinned. "Hi, Dad! I missed you too!"

"For a minute there, I thought you forgot about your old man." He joked as he hugged Beca back. "How's my American-but-can-speak-in-a-British-accent little girl, huh?"

"Daaaad!" Beca rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I'm not your little girl anymore. I'm eighteen!"

Warren and Cynthia laughed at their daughter, they loved her so much.

"Excuse me, Senator. We have to go." A man in a black suit and tie interrupted the three.

"Well, nice to see you too, James." Beca grinned.

"Hello, Miss Rebecca. Nice to see you too." James smiled as he ushered the three into their SUV, while taking all of Beca's luggage.

"Take us home, James!" Beca joked. "I missed it!"

The Mitchell residence in Atlanta is located in a premier subdivision, and Beca wondered how her family was able to survive living in a quiet place like that before she left for boarding school. Most of the houses had high concrete fences, and gates-too much for security. It's not that Beca hated it, she liked peace and quiet but sometimes, too much is not nice.

"We're here." Warren smiled at Beca who looked pre-occupied with her thoughts.

"Wow. I forgot our house actually looked like this." Beca joked. "I guess, might get used to this again, instead of the one in D.C., right?"

"Oh honey, you love it here!" Cynthia grinned.

"I do, mom. I really do." Beca smiled back. "It's just overwhelming to be back here again. After how many years."

"Well, no more London to D.C. for you, kiddo." Warren added. "You're back here. In Atlanta."

"I know, dad." Beca looked around the area and tried to reminisce. "It really feels good to be back."

James started unloading the SUV and brought all of Beca's things inside the house, while Warren, Cynthia and Beca remained in their front lawn.

"So, college, huh?" Cynthia nudged Beca. "Are you excited?"

"Well… Yeah. Barden, right?" Beca clarified. "May I ask, why?"

"Honey, listen to me." Warren cupped Beca's face. "All your life you have been sent into a private institution, it's not that we regret it, but we want you to experience what it really is out here, you know? I mean, be one with everyone else. It's a university, not exclusive but, it's also the best here in Atlanta. And besides, I'm an alumnus of Barden." He added with a proud grin on his face.

"Really dad? No political motive?"

"There might be… just a little." Warren made a weird pout. "We don't want to give the people the impression that the taxes that they pay just goes into our pockets and straight into your future, instead of theirs." He rolled his eyes. "But, aside from that, Barden will be good for you."

"It's going to be a big adjustment, honey. But, you'll get by. You have friends here, right? I'm sure you'll see them around." Cynthia rubbed Beca's back. "And I'll be here with you, while your father will be busy flying in and out of Atlanta." She joked.

"I understand, Mom and Dad. It's just, all of a sudden. I can feel the difference between London and here. Well, yeah. I'll get used to it. Stacie goes there too, right?" Beca asked.

"Yeah, she does. Harry called me the other day. Stacie's going to Barden too."

"Awesome." Beca grinned. "But dad, you remember our deal, right?"

"I do, Rebecca. You deferred for a year in NYU, I know that. And I'll stay true to my words. After one year, if you don't like it here, you can forget about Barden. Head straight to New York, no questions asked." Warren stated.

"Just checking, Dad. No need to be serious." Beca smiled. "And, I'll take music, okay?"

"That. Is what we have to talk about." Warren warned with a finger.

"Warren, I think now is not a good time to talk about that." Cynthia interrupted. "Rebecca just arrived, and she has a year to think things through, and so do you."

Warren sighed in defeat and raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, we'll let this pass. You're right, we still have a year to think things over."

"I'm sorry, Dad. It's a bad timing to talk about these stuff when I even haven't started school yet." Beca sighed. "But, just re-consider, okay? I'm taking Business Economics for you, not for me."

"I just don't want to put everything into waste, honey. Think long term." Warren stated. "Now, let's forget this happened and we'll talk about it when you really decide that you don't want to be here."

Beca nodded and kept her mouth shut, she didn't have the guts to argue with her father. She just took a mental note of reminding her father about their deal just in case things in Barden won't work out for her.

"To keep the tension away, did you know that people say I could be the next President?" Warren tried to lighten up the mood. "They say I have potential. I just have to be nominated by the party."

"C'mon, Dad. Not Politics for lunch." Beca rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Just for once, please?"

"Hey, who knows? I might be the next!" Warren laughed and ushered his girls to their mansion. "I'm serious, folks!"

"Looks like this is real, huh, Mom?" Beca turned to her mother. "Are you hearing all of it?"

"Yes, darling. I do. A definite sign that indeed, you are home." Cynthia smiled.

"Yes, Rebecca. You are home." Warren kissed Beca's forehead as Cynthia opened their front door. "Welcome back."

A/N: I'm so sorry that it took me a while to post this! I have lots on my mind for this story, but please, please let me know if I should continue. I know it's a different approach with the personality of Beca, but feel free to let me know what you think? x

Suggestions are also welcome, okay?

Thanks in advance, loves!