Hello, people of Fanfiction! I haven't abandoned my story, Left 4 Beatles, I just got the idea for this story and wanted to post it here. So... hang in there. If you haven't read chapter one of Left 4 Beatles, it's in the crossovers, so... please go check it out. Kay so enjoy the story!

Chapter One

Stupid uniform...so damn itchy! Carol sighed, scratching the back of her leg as she wandered through her lovely little home on the hill. Stop thinking about them...the rest were all snobs anyway... Carol Adams had recently been transferred by her parents to the greatest catholic school in Albany! But it wasn't her fault. It wasn't choice. Though she was Italian, Carol was pale as a ghost both summer and winter. She wasn't a big fan of the outdoors. When asked why, she replied, "Because of the bugs and the heat!"

But it wasn't just that. At school, she was brought close to somebody and then tossed away. Why? Because she was scary smart. She knew French, Spanish, and Italian. But that's not all: Carol hates sports. Well, at least playing them. The lowest grade she got was a B- in gym, and that had gotten Carol in a heap of trouble with her parents. She had isolated herself from the world because she could only trust a few people. She was probably the only girl at her school who loved Family Guy with their heart.

Another reason... people in her old public school loved this generation's "great things"... but Carol loved the oldies. Not even her friends liked them. In fact, her obsession with them had caused them to abandon her. She loved eighties movies such as "Poltergeist," "The Breakfast Club," "Back to the Future," "The Land Before Time," and "All Dogs Go To Heaven." She loves Judy Garland, Barbra Streisand, and Ray Charles. But most of all, she loves The Beatles. Her iPod is overrun by Beatles songs, pictures, and videos. She owns almost every Beatle biography ever written. When it came to her favorite Beatle, it was John Lennon.

People made fun of her for being stuck in the 20th Century, and Carol honestly grew used to it.

Later that evening, as she changed into her plaid pajamas after her shower, she heard a soft knock on her door. "Sweetheart, we're going to the City for a week. Are you sure you don't want to come?" Carol slipped on her socks as she said, "No mom."

"Our numbers are on the fridge if you need us, okay?"

Carol nodded, saying, "Yeah mom. I know. It's getting old. She pulled her shirt on as she opened the door, kissing her mother and father goodbye. They walked down the stairs and to the Ford, and Carol jumped for joy. She curled up on her bed, turned on an episode of Family Guy, and lied down. She was holding her stomach as Stewie talked about what him and his "friend" would do if they decided to play 52-Pick-Up, when she heard a bang.

She paused the recording and listened again. There was another bang, followed by a scream of pain, and then two more. "Sorry person I hit!" Someone said, though very muffled. She walked to her parent's room and heard the talking get louder. "You hit me, Paul!"

"Paul" said, "Sorry John!"

Another voice said, "SHHH! What if we're in a fan's room?"

"John" replied annoyed, "Would a fan's room be pitch black?"

"I guess not, O holy leader!"

Wait a minute... Paul? John? What if... nah. Just a coincidence the men who are going to kill me are named Paul and John. That'll be a funny thing to tell John and George when I'm in heaven. Carol found the source of the talking was coming from the closet. She reached out for the doorknob, but paused. She asked, "Hello? Anyone in there?" The talking stopped, and Carol figured this was an okay time to see if anyone was in the closet. She closed her fingers slowly around the knob, and braced for the gun shot, but heard none. She looked to find her attacker, but realized it was dark. She turned on the light and found four young gentlemen lying down on the closet floor.

It was then that Carol Lynne Adams began to scream.