Melody's house, April 20th, 2011, 10:00 p.m.
Melody's P.O.V.
"Why are you so unfair?!" I yelled at my mom.
"Why are you making such a big deal out of this?!" She shouted back, I clenched my fists.
"What's wrong with you, can't you understand how much this means to me!?" I screamed at her.
"No, because it's stupid and pointless!!" She yelled back.
"It's not!!" I screamed as I felt a tear race down my cheek.
"Why do you have to be such an disrespectful bitch!?!?!" She screamed at me.
"Because I take after you!!!" I screamed as I ran to my room and slammed the door.
Instead of crying, I whipped my face, grabbed my coat, put my shoes on, and waited until midnight when I knew everyone in the house would be asleep. At midnight I crept out of my room, down the stairs, and out the back door. I wasn't sure where I was going, I just knew I couldn't stay.
(A/N: It's about half an hour later :D)
As I was walking along the highway, a mile or so away from home, I heard a huge truck coming my way, then I saw it, and the next thing I know, it's right in front of me, I freeze, everything freezes, their comes a flash of light(A/N: Not the headlights).............................. and I'm in a completely different place, it looks to be London, UK, in the early 60's, I decide I had better find some shelter for the night. I continue walking along the dimly lit side walk when a car pulls up next to me, I stop walking, the window goes down.
"D'yah need a ride, luv?" A man asks me in a heavy English accent. And having left my better judgement at home, I accept, the door opens, I slide in, and I find that not only was there one guy, but four, gorgeous Englishmen, although they seemed familiar, I quickly found that this was one hell of a bad idea to get in a car with four strange men. They ask me very few questions, I keep my face hidden, and do my best to make my age unknown, although they could probably guess I was only fourteen, this was a really bad idea, so you know what I did, I dosed off. About a half hour later I awoke to the sound of the man on my right yell out.
"John look out!" In an urgent tone. The one driving, I'm going to guess he was John, swerved yelling.
"I know Paul, I know!" I looked up, and all I saw was a car coming right at us, I hit my head on something, things went black............. we collided.
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Blackbird
HumorMelody was a pretty normal 9th grader, until the night of the argument that sent her on the path to the 60's, where she runs into The Beatles, will she ever get home, or even want to? Read and find out.
