Part 1

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Beca Mitchel likes to keep her walls up. Her heart has been broken so many times that there is no more room for love. Beca lives a sad life of multiple jobs, and a one-room apartment in New York. She mainly works as an assistant producer, but her other jobs include, pet, and house sitting. Beca was only happy once in her life, when she was six. When Beca was six the World seemed perfect. This was when her parents were together, and she had a loving family. When Beca was seven everything changed. Her parents split up, and her dad became a raging alcoholic. Beca's mother started spending her time fooling around with men much younger than her. So Beca is alone, and afraid. Beca had hoped that by age 26 she would be happily married. However, Beca's 26th birthday was celebrated alone.

One morning, Beca was sipping her coffee and staring out her window, as she often did. But they skyline view was disrupted by a loud rumbling noise. Beca looked all around the street until her eyes met a moving truck. She squinted as she tried to make out the face of the new blonde woman moving into her apartment. The woman looked up and shot Beca a glare of hatred, and disgust. Beca quickly jolted away from the window in confusion and fear. "Who is that woman, and why does she hate me," Beca mumbled to her self. She shook it off and started to get ready for work. As she made her away out of the building the blonde lady was still standing in the street, directing the moving van. Beca looked down and scurried to her car. "Hey," the blonde woman called to Beca. Beca turned around faking a nervous smile. "You're the girl who was staring at me," The New lady said as her crisp blue eyes narrowed with confidence. "Yeah, I don't mean to be rude but there is just somewhere I need to be," Beca said trying to avoid getting killed. The blonde woman shot her another look of anger, and with that Beca ran to her car and sped away.

"New Yorkers are unbelievable," The blonde woman whispered to her self.

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