As I lay in bed just thinking I look over at my alarm clock. 12:47. Great. I'll know I'll be exhausted tomorrow. Well instead of hearing about my problems let me tell you about my life. I'm 15. Beatlemaniac. Name is Maggie. Yes I know my parents named me after a Liverpool prostitute. Just great right? Well anyway I pretty much hate reading unless it envolves The Beatles. I read some fan fictions and wow. Some are just so unrealistic and not historically correct. Which annoys me a lot. Yes I know about this time travel shit. Apparently if you fall down the stairs or trip you get transported into the 60's. Well that's not how this story goes.
