Go away, George

Chapter 1

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PLEASE REMEMBER I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS YOUNG (I WROTE THIS IN 2013). It was originally supposed to be a comedy, spoof kinda thing. It's probably cringey, but have fun reading.

Hello, this is a fanfiction of the beatles, mainly George Harrison. It's set in modern times but all the music from the sixties is in. If you get what I mean, aha. Thanks for reading! :) 

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I swiftly moved down the cobbled path that connected the large doors of Eastwood college to the main road, kicking a stone with my scuffed doc martens. I hated college. I had to get up early in a morning just to come in for three hours to be lectured on stuff I already knew. It was okay when I had photography, but that was only on Wednesdays and Fridays. Today was a totally sucky Monday. Not to mention the aggravating students you have to socialise with. I swear, everybody at Eastwood are the worst. I mean, it's only the minority of people I can stand. 

I plugged my earphones in and hummed along to 'set me free' by The Kinks, fiddling with a few strands of my strawberry-blonde hair. The sun was beating down on my face, making my forehead a little sticky with sweat. I slipped off my loose bomber jacket and quickened up my pace, eager to get home.

Clambering on to the bus, I payed the driver with a lack of enthusiasm before slumping into a seat near the back. 'I'll get you' by The Beatles poured into my ear drums. I loved The Beatles, they pretty much summed up my music taste completely. Plus, Paul McCartney was a total babe. 

All of a sudden the bus swerved uncontrollably, thrusting my body into the hard window, my wrist bashing against the hard plastic armrest. Dude watch out, what is your problem? There is a bus on the end of the steering wheel you know, and there are like several old ladies which are probably going to have some heart attack. Sheesh, bus drivers today ey? 

Suddenly I realised that this wasn't the bus driver's fault as I watched a small car slowly swerve very close to the bus. My eyes widened as I saw a ton of people with large, chunky cameras, what the hell was happening?  

"Yo driver what on earth is going on?" Some chav in a onesie and a 'swag' snapback called as he clutched his seat belt. 

"Yeah what's happening? I'm going to be late for an appointment!" Somebody else yelled.

And then I saw it. I swear down on my life it was them. All the camera people were going wild and squirming all over the road, trying to get a view yet risking their lives between the bustling cars. I saw a glimpse of John's face as he mouthed something angrily at the paparazzi. I then saw a few heads snap towards the bus I was in. Then Ringo, I swear it was him, pointed towards me just before a loud crash filled my ears and my head whacked the seat in front, leaving me totally unconscious.