You sat at the island counter, shifting through the countless hate mail that had come in the past few months; mainly aimed towards Fat Amy.
"It was an accident," you complained to the currently empty house, looking through the papers. Everyone was either at work, school, or simply had to get out; and to be honest, you couldn't blame them.

You eventually had to face the music with your mother- whom assured you that she was severely disappointed in you, with your father- who had apparently laughed his ass off when he saw the ending result of your performance, your sisters- half had the same reaction as your father, the other half feeling sympathetic for you, and the rest was everything from drunken death threats to reminders it wasn't your fault.

Life around school had become difficult for you all; people insulted you, few tried to console, and over all you had been somewhat shunned as lepers.
"We didn't mean it!" you called to the empty house, your voice echoing off the walls, "Just a small wardrobe malfunction! We apologized! What more can we do?!"

Groaning, you crossed your arms before laying your head down on them, "And now I am talking to myself; just great." You stood and stretched, walking into the living room and unceremoniously falling onto the couch; thinking over it, you decided you needed to distract yourself.

Tomorrow, the A-Capella committee representatives would be meeting with the Dean of Barden University; and you were really, really nervous.
The Bella's were by no means your life; you had your camera, your sketchbook, your life, all of it was on track. All of it but the Bella's was nearly perfect; granted, you were only a week into this college year and you were already ready to cry from the amount of work the professor's had given you, but you were still doing good.

"Hey (Y/N)," Becca greeted while walking in the house; she dropped her bag and sat on the couch adjacent to you, "How are you?"

"Tired," you replied tiredly, "I've been going through hate mail all day. How about you? Any news for your internship?"

"No," she groaned, looking rather depressed, "Maybe I shouldn't do this."

"No!" you sat up and glared at her, "Becca, the Bella's are important, but you are graduating college this year! You need to do this!"

"Okay," she laughed, "I got it; how's work for you going?"

You worked at a coffee shop off the campus, mainly so you wouldn't run into any of the other Bella's, and had been working there for nearly a year. You loved it, honestly; the smell of coffee and tea kept you awake, and you loved their frappes.

"Alright," you stood, smiling down at her, "Don't forget about tomorrow, meeting with the Dean and all that. I'm going to bed; night Becca."

"Good night!" she called as you walked down the hallway. Turning around the small corners, you finally made it to your shoe box room. The other girls all had roommates, except you; no, you were not special, it was merely the room could only fit one person.
It was really, really, tiny. Luckily, after browsing Ikea, you managed to find the perfect fit for your room; it was a bed, with a small little cubical above it. So, even though you had to climb a small ladder to get to your laptop/studio, you made it work.

You shut your door and crawled onto your bed, rolling over to stare at the ceiling. On the top of your bunk, you had a smooth surface filled with pictures; your family, your friends, some of your previous pets….

The Bella's were not the world to you, but they were your family; and you were honestly terrified to see what would happen without them. Being a Bella is what brought you all together; so what would happen in the future if the Bella's were no more?

Special thanks to Randomnessismee for favoring this story so far.