This is a little thing I did yesterday for my best friend, Bailey, centering on her long obsession with the Beatles, and her undying love for George Harrison. I don't own any of the Beatles' music. This will probably muti-chaptered, if Bailey has anything to do with it, so please read and review! Thanks!
"So this is really it, huh?" I asked.
"I can't believe we're actually here!" Bailey marveled.
"It's only Liverpool." I said.
"ONLY LIVERPOOL!" Bailey yelled. "DO YOU KNOW WHO-"
"The Beatles, Bailey, everyone knows that."
"Not only the Beatles. Georgie was here…" Yup. The hometown of the Beatles. It had taken quite a bit of convincing to get our parents to let us wander Liverpool alone while they stayed at the hotel. But we did, and here we were.
"I wish George was still alive." Bailey said to herself. We crossed the street, and it started to rain. With our hands on our hats, we ran into a bus stop with a roof. The rain started pouring the hardest I've ever seen it pour. Suddenly, a crack of lightning hit the street in front of us. Surprisingly, that was the only lightning strike, and there was no thunder. We stayed in the bus station until the rain turned to a drizzle. Bailey took out her iPhone to call her mom and tell her that we hadn't been kidnapped or something. After a few rings, she put her phone back down.
"The line's been disconnected." she stated.
"Then let's go back to the hotel." I suggested.
"No! We're not done with our self-guided tour."
"Then where do you want to go?" She looked down at the map.
"George's old school!" She picked, pointing at a spot on the map. We walked out of the stop and walked down the sidewalk. I looked up briefly from the map and saw people staring at us, mainly my jeans and Bailey's iPhone. I picked up my pace, feeling a little self-conscious. When I couldn't take the staring any longer, I pulled her into a small clothing shop.
"Why are we in here?" Bailey asked.
"People were looking at us funny, so I'm going to buy some clothes." I looked at the racks. All the clothes were really old-fashioned, like they were from the fifties or something. I settled on a white skirt and a light yellow blouse. Bailey chose a navy skirt with a light pink blouse. I picked out a white headband to match my skirt. I paid the woman behind the counter, and we left, feeling very 50's like. These Liverpoolers had weird tastes, because everyone was dressed unlike the modern person. Some ladies even wore ankle-length dresses! The staring had stopped, though, so that was ok. We walked and walked along the sidewalk, every so often checking the map. We finally came to a little building. Bailey pulled open the doors and ran inside, dragging me along. She ran to the information desks, throwing the maps on the counter.
"Where is George Harrison's classroom?" she asked. The information lady checked some papers, and then pointed out the door.
"Down that hallway, take a left." She handed me some papers.
"We're supposed to take pictures." I explained.
"Give these to the teacher, she'll let you in." she smiled at me. "And tell your friend to quiet down. School's in session, y'know." Bailey came back to the information desk and we ran-wait, correction, BAILEY ran and I stumbled along, trying not to drop our cameras or maps. Bailey rushed into the classroom, a couple of yards ahead of me. Followed behind her, with my camera in my bag. I took no notice of the students, and handed our papers to the teacher, giving us permission to take pictures. I took one of the classroom, and handed Bailey her camera, which fell from her hands, and crashed on the ground, and it was so silent in the room you would've thought she dropped a bomb. I tried to see what she was staring at.
"Oh, George, who's your new girlfriend?" A student asked a young boy. Bailey fainted. I got a good look at the boy, and then I, too, dropped my camera and ran out of the classroom, as fast as my legs would carry me.