Summer in Liverpool was always enjoyable. Kids were found running around corners, adults walking and talking with friends; no one was stuck in the house.
Two young kids ran around their neighborhood, singing the tune of a popular game.
“Queenio, Queenio, who's got the ballio?” The younger girl shouted as she skipped ahead of her friend.
“I haven’t got it, it isn’t in my pocket!” The boy replied, chasing after the red head. She screamed and ran as fast as her flats and dress would let her. They ran by houses and down streets until they reached the popular Strawberry Fields. Neither of them have been past the gates, and were told only couples go in there.
“Paulie, let’s go in.” The girl said.
“No, we’ll get in trouble.” The boy- Paul- said back. “Mich, you can’t go in there.”
“When did you become my father?” Michelle snapped, taking a step towards the iron gates. Paul grabbed the younger girl’s arm and pulled her back. Michelle fell with a thud, and she gave Paul a terrible glare.
“How dare you?” She spat. Paul thought he had protected her and deserved something better than that.
“What about the teenagers?” He asked, trying to hide his confusion.
“My brother is a teenager!” Michelle stood up and squared her shoulders so she would look bigger. “Just leave me alone James.” Paul knew he some how struck a chord, but he didn’t understand how he could have made her so mad. Paul had to go the rest of the summer not talking to the girl that made his day brighter. And soon, the rest of his life.
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Michelle
FanfictionFriends since birth. That’s what Michelle Aucutt and Paul McCartney have been. Until Michelle was seven, when she moved to the USA. They were separated until she got an opportunity to go back; spending thirteen years away from her hometown, she w...
