Chapter One:

Ticket to Ride

The afternoon train was set to leave from Liverpool as it did everyday. The station was its usual self; busy, cramped, and yet uneventful. Though, it was joy to many to see the smile on a small child's face, who was going to be riding for the first time in there lives, but there was always that one who held onto their mother's leg in fear. The smells, the sights, and the sounds could all be a lot for a child to take in.

A girl held her mother's hand, as she walked as close as possible to her side. Although she was assured that there was nothing to be afraid of many times, it would not be enough to comfort her. A trip to Grandmother's house was usually only taken by car, never by this strange machine with so many people. Everything was just so unusual.

Though, seeing as the young girl had no say in the matter, she did try to stay brave. Or in turn, she would have to face the torment from her older brother the whole ride.

Michael was only nine at the time, four years older than his kid sister. He also wasn't afraid to deny the fact that they were related, though it was easy to tell that they were. She had the same brown hair and the same dark blue eyes as him, as well as the same button nose according to their mother. It was still the fact that he came first that was bothering him. He would always take it as she had just come along to purposely copy him.

He knew he had to live with his sister for the rest of his childhood, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to wish she had never been there. He had to have some source of fun even if he wasn't an only child anymore.

Boarding the train for the first time was an unforgettable experience. So many people could be seen inside the small rooms next to each other. The small girl still held her mother's hand, but let go only for a second to give a slight wave to an old woman who had given her a smile. Moving along to their seats, she lit up when a man come in to punch her family's tickets. It made it even better when her mother said she could string it with yarn to make a necklace so she would never lose it.

Now, in her twenty's, Sandra Baxter, still had that first ticket stashed away in a book of childhood memories. But she also couldn't look back and tell you why she was so afraid of the trains. It could have been the fact that it was so loud, or maybe all of the different people that ended up surrounding her. Their unfamiliar faces and glances could have scared her as a child, as it could scare even some adults now a days.

The young women figured that this had to be at least her fiftieth time in the station. She would always steal a glance at anyone she found interesting in the slightest. So many different people could be found. Sandra wondered what different stories their minds held, as well as their destinations. Different people intrigued her, but she didn't completely understand why. Maybe it was the fact that in her head she was always trying to come up with different personalities for characters and different adventures for them to go on.

Unfortunately, there were always those people who could remind her of the cruel fact that plenty of people out in the world were no good.

Hearing a blaring horn, Sandra was pulled out her thoughts. She picked up her two bags of luggage and spotted her ride. Cramped along side plenty of other passengers, she wanted to quickly get out of everyone's way. She found an empty compartment not that far down to sit in and put her suitcases in the rack above her head. Originally, she felt like she didn't pack all that much, but she realized that she did once she had to use more effort than she expected to lift them above her head. Pulling a book to read out of her bag, and taking her coat off, she made herself comfortable.

The seats on both sides were a deep maroon color and the artificial velvet covering, which Sandra had expected to be smooth, was a bit rough. She could only assume it was just because of the age of them. Giving it another look over, she thought about how there was room for around five more people. A few things also happened to catch her eye. A small radio was sitting in the spot in front of her, and a few simple black suitcases sat on the floor near the door and in the rack. She couldn't help but mentally curse herself for not noticing any of these things before. Some other people must have been seated in here before her.

Sitting back and trying to get comfortable (and finding a single drum stick poking at her foot) she went on to open up her book. Taking out the little piece of paper she was substituting as a bookmark, she began to read.

It didn't seem that long after she started that there was a large thump and the train stated to pull out of the station. This took Sandra's thoughts out of her book and onto the world around her. This is finally it, she thought. She was no longer at home, and she didn't know when she would be back. Her cousin's flat in London awaited. Her clothing was packed up, as well as some of the items she could never bare to part with, and she was ready to start her new life. She realized that it would mean getting a job, paying for her share of the rent, making all of her own meals, and plenty of other things, but she knew at her age it was about time.

Her vision of everything and how this so called 'New Life' would turn out was, well, she hoped it would be perfect. And after all, who says it wouldn't be? She just hated how things would never turn out the way she planned.

Hello every out there who as stumbled across my new story! C: Just here to try my hand at a Beatles fanfiction and hopefully it fits in nicely out here among the rest. The chapter is a little introduction to my character, Sandra, who I hope you like so far. I've been working hard! It's paying off I think! These first two chapters are roughly based off of the Hard Day's Night movie, and the later ones will be semi-historically accurate.

So please give me a review telling me what you think. If you don't, that's okay too! I'm not going to hunt you down for it! …maybe. I'll try to update once a week or so, but warning you in advance, I'm not the most punctual person in the world.

Until next time!~