A day off (Beatle fan fiction)

Prologue

Sometimes my sister is soo annoying.

I flop down on my bed. I close my eyes. I feel lonely and depressed. I get up and go over to my vast bookshelf, and look for that certain book.  There it was. 'A hard day's write' by Steve Turner. I smile, getting the pun that lies in the title. I flip through it, looking at all the gorgeous pictures of Paul when he was young. I put the book down and look around my room. A twin bed, shoved in the corner, with mismatched bed sheets. The walls are a light purple. The curtains are dark purple. Upon my purplish walls are two framed posters. One of Harry Potter, one of my all-time favorites. The other- well, you can probably guess. A poster of my beloved Beatles. Long gone are the thousands of mini posters of modern celebs that covered my old walls. On the hook by the window is a calendar of the Beatles. On the front of my door, some charcoal drawings of the Beatles, plus a collage of magazine cutouts of them. I'll state the obvious: I'm in love with the Beatles. Obsessed is more like it. Just like I used to be with Harry Potter. I know practically everything about them. Every time there is a Beatles reference any school, every one just looks at me. I'm known as the 21 century 'beatlemaniac'. Hardly anyone knows anything about them, just their children's singalong 'Yellow Submarine', which everyone thinks is 'frickin' annoying'. But that's OK. I don't really mind. I've always been a bit... different. But not in a bad way. My interests are a bit different. I like this boy, named Dimytri. I'm lucky, he's my neighbor. Then I remember what  I was doing. I flip to my favorite picture of Paul, the one of him with the others, laughing, on LIFE magazine. I've been thinking of sending him a fan letter. But it'll probably never get to him, he probably has thousands of other people to respond to, even in his 70's. I go put the book away. I take my tablet, and start up my Beatles playlist, marked 'Beatles (|8-)'. The (|8-) bit is supposed to be John Lennon. The (| is his mop top, the 8 his glasses, the - his nose, and the ) is his smile. 'The long and winding road' starts up. I lay on my pillow and fall asleep, wishing to get a day off.

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A.N. sorry about the bad chapter. I was angry when I wrote it.

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