𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘.

"JOHN TALKED TO YOU?!"

Paul covered his face with his hands, "Don't say it so loud, mate!"

"What was it like?! Did he do anything?" George was jumping in his seat.

"The only things we actually talked about are Elvis Presley and music."

"That's so cool!" Paul rolled his eyes, "You're so lucky!"

"Honestly, George, you're acting like John's this big deal. It's not like he's famous!"

"I don't know, I think he's really something. I think he's gonna be famous one day!" Harrison sighed. "I think we will too, together."

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"Mummy! I think I can be a big star! I'm gonna be famous!'

"Going. Say 'going to be famous', dear."

"Ugh, mum! I'm not the queen!"

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Time went by slowly at home. His father was at work, Mike was at school, and Paul was alone as usual. He already did all his homework and studied for the upcoming tests, so he was left with nothing.

He began to clean up the house. With all the stress of taking care of everyone and school, the house has become a mess. He dusted and mopped, then looked at the living room shelf.

Where were the family pictures?

Then he suddenly remembered. They were in his father's room. Paul couldn't bring himself to go in. The last time he was in there was the night before his mother died. She laid there, sleeping. He went to go kiss her goodnight like he always did. He remembered how pale and skinny she was. It was like looking at a skeleton.

He rushed out of the room and went to clean Mike's room instead. Surprisingly, it was fairly clean. Just needed some picking up. He picked up clothes, books, and-

Oh no, why is this here?

A blade. A small sliver blade.

No.

Mikey would never! Maybe he just had it to be tough, or a friend gave it to him as a sick joke. Stupidly, Paul put it back where it was.

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After an hour, concern bubbled in his stomach. Mike should've been back by now. What was taking him so long?

After a few minutes of worry, the phone rang. Paul picked it up, listened, hung up, and sighed. Mike was in trouble, and someone had to go in to talk to the teacher. His father was at work, and even if he wasn't James still wouldn't have gone.

Gotta be the parent again!

Paul wrote a short note for his father to tell him where he was going and left, his stomach feeling heavy.

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He sat in front of the head teacher, Mike quietly sitting next to him. Paul tried to ask him in advance what he did, but of course, he got no reply.