A Day in the Life
Chapter 1: Ain't She Sweet
Anne and Cassie were having a sleepover in one of the late, hot, and humid days of July. They were to be starting school again in about two weeks.
"Can you believe that we're going to be starting our senior year already? I feel as though summer just started yesterday!" Anne exclaimed, turning on one of their favorite Beatles' songs, She Loves You.
"I know! It's absolutely unbelievable!"
"At least we can enjoy the last few days of July with this sleepover! We can jam to the Beatles all night!"
It was about 2 am, and they fell asleep. They were, however, awoken later by loud whispering from a man with a thick Liverpudlian accent, discussing something that sounded of high importance to three other men. Cassie's eyes shot open, but she could see nothing in the darkness swarming her. Cassie couldn't see the time on her cable box, which is a sight she was accustomed to seeing. This meant that someone was standing in front of it.
Anne held her breath as Cassie slowly moved her arm to grab the metal bat that rested on the side of her bedside table. She placed her hand on it, and slowly lifted it up. She arose, careful not to get the attention of the Liverpudlian men, and slowly got out of bed. The men still didn't notice she was no longer in bed. Cassie raised her bat and swung it hard, coming into contact with one of the men's arms.
"OW!" The man screeched. Cassie grabbed her phone, just in case, flicked on the light, and got ready to kick some more ass with her bat. What she found were four very familiar faces: three looked at her with scared eyes popping out of their heads, while the other was clutching onto his arm, his face growing red in pain. Cassie's eyes widened, and she looked at Anne, who also had the same expression on her face.
"You just assaulted George Harrison with your bat!" Anne shouted.
"I...I...Kylie, Sara, and Meagan would be proud of my using my bat."
"Cassie! This is no time for jokes!" Anne hopped out of bed and went to George's aid. She ordered him to take off the leather jacket so she'd be able to examine his arm.
"Well, I think we've found a mad one," John Lennon said with a smirk, although his eyes still showed terror.
"I'm not mad! Just...defensive! You never know what could happen, what with the crazies these days!"
"You have a bat...next to your bed..." John stated.
"Yeah, well, I'm glad to know that I can defend myself."
"She can make a weapon out of everything. Literally," Anne told them matter-of-factly.
"Leaves?" Ringo Starr, the smallest of the four, asked, his voice shaking.
"You can crumple it in their eyes." This comment of hers made the boys stare at her with even MORE terror in their eyes and they started to back away.
"This doesn't scare you?" George asked Anne as she mended his wound.
"You get used to it," She replied without looking up. "Cassie, would you be of some use other than injuring and scaring people and get some ice and put it in a plastic bag. Oh! And a washcloth!" Cassie grudgingly made her way to the kitchen and got the things her friend asked her to.
"Well, she's feisty, isn't she?" Paul McCartney asked with a scared yet gentle voice, his becoming hazel eyes losing their fright.
"She's great once you get to know her!" Anne told them with a laugh. "She's also an ailurophile."
"She's obsessed with cats..." John said, eyeing his friends.
"Yes. Very. But she's very in denial about her infatuation with cats."
Cassie returned with the ice and washcloth, and then asked, "So, what were you all talking about?"
"Oh, nothing really, just about how you're obsessed with cats," John said, his smirk growing larger.
"I am NOT obsessed with cats!"
"And about how you're in denial about your obsession."
"Do you want me to hit you wit a bat, too, Mr. John Lennon?"
"So, anyways, why exactly is this assemblage occurring? And how is this even possible?" Anne cut in.
"Well, it's for the benefit of a man named Mr. Kite, but we don't exactly know who this man is. He said if we brought you all back to the past with us, we'd be loaded with both cash and birds. By the way, do you happen to know the date?" Paul explained.
"July 28, 2015."
"Right then. Shall we go?"
"Go where?" Cassie asked with a confused look on her face.
"Back to our time, but it's not like Paul just said that," John stated with an overrated expression on his face.
"Oh, stop being such a smart-ass." The other boys snickered as John's cheeks started to redden once Cassie said this. John opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. "What? The Great John Lennon can't think of a comeback?" John's face got even redder. "All right, so can I take my bat with me?"
"Why?" Ringo asked, terror starting to return to his eyes.
"I feel safe with it."
"And you don't with us?"
"Well, I mean look at you guys. You all are pretty scrawny."
"Hey! I work out every morning!" John exclaimed.
"Yeah, tell me when that works out for you. I'm bored now. Let's go."
"All right! Everyone, join hands!" Paul said enthusiastically. He grabbed Cassie's hand and gave it a friendly squeeze. John went for her other hands as she closed it around the bat. He settled by just placing his large, rough hand onto her smaller soft hand. Ringo grabbed Anne's hand and gave her a shy smile. He then awkwardly grabbed Paul's hand and stared straight ahead. George grabbed Anne's free hand and held the ice with his other. "Everyone ready?"
"Question!" Cassie exclaimed.
"Yes?"
"How exactly are we going to get there?"
"Don't worry about it. Just close your eyes."
Everyone closed their eyes, and Ringo shouted, "One!"
"Two!" Paul shouted.
"Three!" George exclaimed.
"Four!" John shouted.
