dream girl | beca mitchell & chloe beale au

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eight year old beca mitchell

"Night Mommy!" Beca giggled, skipping up the steps of their two-story home. 

"Night, Beca bear!" her mother called before Beca shut her door. 

A small redhead skipped towards Beca during lunch time. "Hi, I'm Chloe!" she giggled, sitting next to Beca. Beca had been eating her lunch all alone because no one liked her in second grade. Beca had thought she'd be one of the cool kids in second grade, being held back and a year older and all, but the kids used it to tease her, "because you weren't smart enough to past kindergarten the first time".

Beca looked at this new girl, Chloe, tilting her head a bit. 

"Not much of a talker?" Chloe asked, pulling out her lunch. 

"I'm Beca." Beca had always been a soft-spoken person, especially when it comes to meeting new people. 

"I like that name, is it short for anything?" Chloe was curious to find out more about this brunette, and Beca could tell. Chloe sipped her juice box, waiting for an answer.

"No, it's just Beca," she said, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. 

"Oh, well I still like it." Chloe's smile glowed in the bright sunlight. It almost made Beca smile. 

"Thank you. I like your name too. How old are you?" though it didn't seem like it, Beca was very good with her words, learning from an early age how to read and write.

"I'm seven." Chloe said, taking another bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

"Oh, that's cool." Beca didn't know how to carry on the rest of the conversation. 

Luckily, Chloe did. "How old are you?" 

"I just turned eight." Beca said. 

"Whoa! Why aren't you a cool kid?! You're, like, older than all of us!" Chloe giggled.

"The other kids who are my age use it against me. They say I was too stupid to pass kindergarten the first time, so I had to redo it," little Beca said quietly, putting the other half of her sandwich away and pulling her knees to her chest. 

"That's so silly, they had to do the same exact thing! No one's calling them stupid, now are they? I'm sure you're smarter than them!" Chloe rolled her eyes, her pearly white smile widening. 

"That's not how it works." Beca shook her head. She started to collect her things when the bell rang. 

"Beca!" Chloe was chasing after her.

"Beca!" she could still hear Chloe's voice. 

"Beca wake up!" 

Beca's eyes opened, "whoa."

"Whoa, what?" her father glared. 

"N-Nothing, sir." Beca looked at the floor, knowing better than to look at her father in the eyes. 

"Get ready for school, if you aren't downstairs for breakfast in ten minutes, I'm coming up here." her father spat in her face, and she knew he'd meant it. 

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thanks to  for this !!

this is also loosely based off of kolohe kai's song "dream girl". 

sorry for the abusive father-daughter relationship, it's just to make the book a little more interesting ;(