A/N: This is my first Fan Fiction story, about a girl (based loosely off me) who loves The Beatles. First posted on the first of November 2011.


Chapter 1 - Because

"You don't understand, do you Sadie?" my Dad lectured me.
"What? What don't I understand?" I retorted.
"You need to help your mother out around the house. She works all day."
"Yeah, and I go to school all day!"
This was a common fight for my father and I to have. It was true, I could perhaps do more to help. I was an only child, so there wasn't really much to do. I was fifteen and in year 10 at a co-educational high school. I was perhaps different from my fellow peers as my taste in music was not at all like most people my age. My favourite band was The Beatles. I knew everything about them. I could name a song as soon as I heard it, along with the album it is from and the writer. My Dad liked them too, which is kind of how I got into them. Unfortunately, I knew no one at school who shared my taste. Most of them listened to modern music, or whatever the newest song was.
"Sadie, are you listening to me?" my Dad continued.
"Yes!" I immediately replied, "And I do help, you just don't notice it because you're not here when I do it!"

I made my way upstairs and to my room. I would unpack the dishwasher later. I jumped onto Facebook to see what was happening - nothing much, it turns out. I chatted to some of my friends for a bit before lying on my bed to ponder my thoughts. I knew my life was good. Mum and Dad were great parents and they had a great relationship. I had great friends, and no enemies. I was average in school. I wasn't particularly attractive but I wasn't that ugly either. I had dark hair and eyes and I was quite tall for a fifteen-year-old. The only thing I lacked was a boyfriend. I didn't really think about it much. It's not like I wanted or needed one, but my Mum occasionally asked me about it, which got annoying after a while. Sure, there were plenty of candidates at my school, but I didn't feel attracted to any of them in that way. Anyway, I think I would be too awkward to be anyone's girlfriend - I wouldn't know what to do or how to act! Instead, I just buried my spare time in my four boys (The Beatles, of course) and scrolling through my Tumblr dash. Yep - I was average, alright. There really was nothing special or outstanding about me. Okay, I'm pretty good at the guitar, that's about it. And I'm basically a walking Beatles encyclopaedia, but apart from that I'm really quite ordinary and I felt it was going to stay that way for a while.

Little did I know what was about to face me.