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Beca Mitchell was woken up for her first day of senior year by the alarm on her phone, and the sound of her dog scratching at the door.
At first, she hit snooze and rolled over. Her black-out blinds prevented the early morning sun from leaking into her bedroom, and she easily fell back to sleep.
But too soon, her alarm was blaring again, and Jasper's scratching and whining had gotten louder.
"Okay," she mumbled. "I'm getting up."
She kicked her blankets off and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She rubbed her eyes and yawned before standing.
She braced herself for a second be she opened her bedroom door.
Jasper ran in and did a full circle of her room, barking excitedly, before brushing past her legs and standing at the doorway again.
He sat, tail wagging, waiting for her to come out.
She loved her little dog. He was small and scrappy, just like her.
"Why are you so happy?" Beca asked him, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.
He gave a small yap of a bark in response and ran down the stairs. Before running back up them. And then down again. He had run up and down the stairs three times by the time Beca had reached the empty kitchen. Each time he pushed past her legs, Beca had to grab the banister to stop herself from falling.
She flicked on the coffee maker before she opened the back door and gestured for him to go out.
"Dude," she said, pointing at the back yard. "Go pee."
He cocked his head, his tail still wagging.
"Please," she said, crouching down in front of him. "Please go pee. Because I don't want to come home to find you've used the kitchen as your toilet again."
He didn't move, so Beca picked him up, and carried him into the garden. He made sure to lick her cheek before she put him on the ground.
"Gross," she said wiping it and closing the door behind her.
She filled his bowls with food and water before making herself coffee. It was then that she noticed the time.
"Oh shit!" She said, grabbing a box of cereal and shoveling handfuls of it into her mouth before she ran up the stairs and into the bathroom.
By the time she was showered and dressed, she was running late, and Jasper was barking from the back yard. She drank half of the cold cup of coffee before grimacing and pouring what was left down the sink.
She flung the door open and began pulling on her shoes.
Jasper stayed in the garden, his tail still wagging.
"Jasper," she said, rummaging in her pockets for her car keys. "Inside, boy."
He didn't move. She sighed before going out into the yard to pick him up again.
"Why must you insist on making my life harder?" She asked, picking him up and carrying him into the kitchen. No sooner had his feet touched the floor than he ran out again, barking happily. "Come on Jasper, I'm not playing," she moaned, still searching for her keys.
She picked him up again, and this time closed and locked the back door before putting him down.
"One of these days," she said, now checking her bag for her keys, "I'm gonna send you off to live on a farm. And not a nice farm with fields to run around in and chickens to chase. One of those mean Orwellian farms." Jasper barked in response. "I know; I love you too."
She found her keys in the bottom of her bag, but didn't have time to put everything back in, so just carried it all in her arms as she hurried out of the house.
"Be good!" She shouted before she closed the door and locked it.
By the time she had parked at school, the bell had already rung.
As she tried to put everything back in her bag while heading to join the crowd, it all spilled out and hit the floor.
"Motherfucker," she said with a sigh. She crouched down and began putting her books into her bag as quickly as she could, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. It felt like everyone was watching her.
"It's only the first day and you've already thrown your stuff on the ground? You usually wait until at least a week in before you start having a tantrum and throwing your shit everywhere," her best friend Jesse said, after making his way to her through the crowd.
"Well, what can I say, I thought I'd start early this year," Beca said, straightening up and pulling her bag onto her shoulder.
She looked up at the school and felt a familiar knot of anxiety settle in her stomach.
"Just one more year," she said softly to herself.
One more year and the she was free. Free to move to L.A. and fulfill her dream of being a music producer.
It was all she'd ever wanted.
Her dad was pushing her to go to college. More specifically, the college that he taught at, Barden University. She couldn't really understand why. Probably because he wouldn't have to pay if she went to his college.
But she couldn't bare the idea of going to college. With the odd exception, school had been nothing short of hell for her, and the thought of going back into education once she was finally free of it made her feel sick.
"Hey," their friend Benji said, joining them as they headed for their lockers, "did you hear? Old Mr. Beer-Sweat got canned over the summer."
"What?" Beca asked, shocked. "Why?"
"Bec, we call him Mr. Beer-Sweat. Why do you think?" Jesse asked, shaking his head at her. "Dude, I swear he was so drunk on the last day of term, he kept thinking I was my dad." Jesse started swaying drunkenly before he put his hand on Benji's shoulder. "Jason my boy!" He said, his words slurring. "You'll grow up to be a," Jesse hiccupped, "bloody brilliant writer! Mark my," Jesse hiccupped again, "words!". Benji laughed.
"To be fair, I've seen pictures of your dad when he was your age and you could be twins," Beca said, laughing as she closed her locker.
"When did you see photos of my dad as a teenager?" Jesse asked, confused.
"Oh, he showed them to me the last time we boned, Jess," Beca said, rolling her eyes. "He thinks seeing pictures of him looking younger will get me in the mood. Little does he know it's actually his age that does it for me."
"You're disgusting," Jesse said, cringing and shoving her.
"So who's going to teach English now?" Beca asked as they made their way to home room.
"I heard the class is getting split up and spread out amongst the other English teachers," Benji said. "I guess we'll find out soon."
The rest of the day dragged by, but wasn't anymore awful than usual.
A few of the "cooler" kids had seen Beca drop her books that morning, so had decided to play a new game which involved knocking the books out of Beca's hands whenever they saw her.
Beca had been a target before, so she was used to it. She knew they'd get bored of it in a few weeks, the same way they got bored of tripping her up the year before, and throwing balled-up paper at her the year before that.
One more year, she told herself as she walked into English, relieved to be in the last class of the day.
Apart from one chair, the back row of desks was full by the time she got there, so she took a seat in the row in front. The empty chair behind was soon filled by a bully and moron called Steve Hagan, but she was too busy reading her book to notice.
It wasn't until she heard the name Chloe that her eyes suddenly shot from the page, even if it was only for a fraction of a second.
She felt her cheeks burn again as she caught a glimpse of that fiery red hair and those blue eyes.
She'd been aware of Chloe Beale for as long as she could remember, but who wasn't aware of Chloe Beale? She was clever and pretty, and, unlike most of the school, she actually seemed like a nice person
Unfortunately for her, she was pretty sure that Chloe Beale didn't even know she existed.
