Chapter 1.

"Your a netwit, John." I growled at the boy next to me, "You couldn't paint that flower any worse, could you?" John laughed at this.

"Love, you wouldn't know how to paint one either. I mean, look at that! It looks like an abstract drawing of your head, or is that a donkey? I couldn't tell the difference Love, terribly sorry." John replied, a smirk on his face.

"I hate you John Lennon."

"Touche AnnaBelle Morrison, Touche, Love."

I rolled my eyes at this pathetic excuse for a high school student. The last bell of the day rang out. grateful, I capped all my paints, ignoring any snotty remarks from John. I picked up my books and slipped on my jacket. I released myself from the classroom where I saw my Friends Cynthia Prissa, Anthony Green and Maria Gull.

"AnnaBelle! Want to come down to the Bistro with us for some fish and chips?" Maria called cheerfully. I smiled at Maria. She was so beautiful and sweet. A honers student; hoping to follow in her mothers footsteps and be a nurse. With summer blonde hair and spring green eyes. Dressing in the most fab skirts and suddle shoes.

"That's be gear. Let me put my books away." I made my way down the hallway away from them to put my books in my cubby. I shoved them into the small 12 inch cubby and met up with my friends. We smiled and chatted about today's happenings. Apparently Amy Roedbeck flirted with a greaser named Tony and her boyfriend found out. Yikes! That couldn't have ended well.

We all piled in Anthony's cadallic and raced off to the bistro a few miles from school, dancing to Elvis Presley and Chuck Berry on the car ride there.

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The bistro was jammed with loud music from the Jukebox and teens chatting. Girls in their poodle skirts sad around the bar drinking their milkshakes laughing. A few boys gawked at them from behind their shades. A few greasers sat in the back, sharpening their pocket knifes, looking to pick a fight.

"Look," Maria smiled, "There's a few empty seats over at the bar." Maria rushed over there ad we followed, the music making it hard to think.

We took our seats and began talking. Someone sat down next to me. So, I turned to greet them

"Hullo, Love!" John smiled at me. God damn! I thought angrily. His attire had changed, his tie done loose, and his jacket missing. Just wearing a pair of black slacks, suit suddle shoes, white dress shirts, and black suspenders. He grinned broadly at me and I scowled.

"What do you want, Lennon?" I growled, "Stalking me now?"

"Aw, Love. Don't be like that." John Smiled at me, "Here let me buy you a malt, What kind would you like?" John cocked his head and smiled. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Fuck off John." I growled at him.

"Aw, you'd like that wouldn't you." John smirked. I rolled my eyes at him. He looked away, down at the waitress on skates. "Ey, Miss! Bring us two Strawberry malts would ya.?" He called.

Oh gawd. I thought embarrassed. I went back to my friends, and listened to their conversations.

After a few minutes, I felt John poke me in the back. "Love, turn around." He laughed.

I turned, and he had two malts in front of him. "I told you I'd get you one. Didn't I.?" John smiled sweetly. I rolled my eyes, Picked up the malt, and stood up.

"John." I smiled, a fake sweet voice on my lips.

"What, Love?" John smiled at me.

"I hate you." I said, and I dumped the malt on his head. It dripped down his face, down his hair, onto his clothes. Then, I stomped out of the bistro.

Hey Guys! Its Sabrina and I'm back with a Brand New Beatles Story! :D

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