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You are sitting in your room, upset as can be. Tears are flowing down your face like a gigantic waterfall and it seems that there's no end to it all. Why doen't anyone understand you? You try and try and nothing seems to came out of it! Both your parents seem to go for your younger brother before you. So what if he's the baby of the family? That doen't mean that you're no worth at all! You just want to go to a place where somebody understans and exepts you for who you are.
Wow...depressing beginning...
You hear a knock on the door. You don't answer. You hear your mom shout something and try to open the door. Good thing you locked the door. You don't want to be disturbed. Your cell phone rings. The loud sound of the ring tone makes you jump. "This is 2008!" you think angirly. "Can't they come up with a better way to let someone know that a person wants to talk to them?" You check the caller-id and see it's again, your mom, trying to get into contact with you. God how nieve she is! Can't she see that you don't want to talk to her? You begen to cry harder. You hate crying. You always make a lot of noise and you look terrible. Your nose gets all red and your eyes get puffy and gross.
You suddenly feel a swift dizziness come over you. You don't know what it is, but you start to feel tired. Everything around you goes blurry and melts away. All the colors fade to black and grey. Your eyes close slowly and you feel your mind wipe free. You don;t know what's happening, but you hope your going to a nice, understanding place.
The song you were listening to, Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles, sung by the late George Harrison, fades away as you drift off...
Is this where The Beatles come in? I don't want all this depressing stuff, I want The Beatles!!!
After a while, your sanity seems to be returnung slowly. Your eyes havan't opened yet, but you can hear things around you. You still don't know where you ended up.
"Hey, Paul, it's another girl that decided to bunk out at out hotel room!" said a disgruntled young man's voice. A type of Brittish accent, you noticed. From Liverpool. But bunking out? You decided to listen closer.
"Aye," said a returning voice, also Liverpuddlian. "But a pretty one! I love that hair! And look at those eyelashes! Come halfway dowm her nose, they do!"
"Oh, shaddup, Paul," said a third boy with the same accent. "You putting the charms on them is the number one reason that they come in the first place."
"Alright, George," said the second voice, the one called Paul. "We best get her out of here. Come on, John. Let's go."
"We shouldn't get her out yet," said the first voice, John. "We should wait till she wakes up."
"Why, man?" asked Paul. "So you can see her pretty eyes? Who'se the bloody charmer now, George?"
"I never said that you were the only charmer," said George. Then there were footsteps.
"What's goin' on?" asked a fourth voice, also with the same accent. "Hey, a girl!"
"Yes, Ringo, a girl," said John as if he were talking to a child. "You know, the maniacle little creatures that chace us around everywhere and that Paul can't seem to get enough of--and that George doesn't seem to be interested in so far."
"Hey!" said George. I've had plenty of girlfriends!"
"Well none that I've known of, ya bugger!" said John.
"How'dshe get here?" asked the one named Ringo.
"Dunno," said Paul.
"Could've been the bathroom window," said George. "It's open, thanks to John. He really wants to show how large his ego is to the world." You had to keep yourself from laughing.She came in through the bathroom window. Wasn't that from a Beatles song? You opened your eyes a little and saw blurry visions.

Yes! Here it comes!!!
"Hey she's waking up!" said George.
"No, genius, she's dead!" said John. Your eyes opened all the way and you sat up. "Hey there love," said John, grinning.
You screamed and shot back. "Where am I?" you ask frantically.
"Why, my dear American bird," said Paul, who must have recognied your lack of otherworldly accent. "You're in Liverpool!"
Your vision adjusted more. You nearly went unconscious again. You've went back in time. These were the Beatles standing right in front of you.
Kewel!!!
Ok, I've gotta stop now, I've gotta eat dinner and I'm getting writer's block. See ya later!
Yay!
Cool! Hope to get pics of the Fab Four soon!