You sigh heavily and ask Paul to give you a leg up. Paul smiles at you, called George over, and the two of them make a saddle with their hands to give you a boost.
You cling to the trunk of the tree, twigs poking your nose and scratching your face, but you shimmy upwards determinedly. Paul cheers you on, letting out loud Tarzan whoops of enthusiasm. You laugh and join in.
"Be careful!" George calls from below.
"I am being careful!" you shout back. Then you suddenly become aware of the fact that you're wearing a tiny skirt. You feel yourself go hot all over.
"You okay, love?" Paul asks.
"Shut your eyes, you two!" you yell.
"What?"
"I said, SHUT YOUR ******* EYES!"
You're so peeved that they're staring right up your short skirt that you almost forget to be frightened. Nevertheless, you clamber up the tree and emerge through the leafy, green fronds. You can see the entire island from this height. It's truly breathtaking.
"See anything?" Paul calls from the base of the tree.
You about to yell back that you don't see John and Ringo, when you suddenly get a faceful of feathers. A seagull has flown directly into your face, clawing and scratching and startling you so much that you lose your grip!
You let go if the tree and hurtle towards the ground. You fall down... down... down... and land directly on top of George and Paul. The force of the fall crushes them completely.
You're crushed too.
Your third to last thought is, "Wow, that was really painful."
Your second to last thought is, "Wow, I think I just crushed two of my very best friends."
Your very last thought is, "Dammit, I hate seagulls."
You die
THE END
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Shipwrecked (Choose Your Own Adventure)
FanfictionYou are taking a boat trip around the coats of The Bahamas with your newly acquired friends, The Beatles. Things seem to be going well... until one fatal incident causes you and the lads to become shipwrecked on an unknown island. It's up to you to...
