Ah... the glorious thing we call school. It's not so glorious to the people who go there. My name is Allison Parker, and this is my story. It all started on that warm spring day in 1964, at the Girl's Preparatory School in Liverpool. I sat, thinking of new stories to put in my notebook, when I heard," And ladies, here is a permission slip to go to London for the next two days tomorrow." I felt alone. My parents were dead, and I got a slip anyway. "Sign that, you're automatically coming," my English teacher, Ms. Darbu, said. I nodded and got up to leave the classroom with all the other girls. I took my homework things home. I didn't wait for anyone, nor did I go to meet anyone. I was the loner in high school. I had a motto: Trust no one and no one will trust you. I didn't have friends, but I had enemies. I walked out the doors of the school, butterflies flying all over. My long red hair was pulled back in a ponytail and I could see my way around. Usually, I had a book in my hands or I was writing, but today… I daydreamed about tomorrow. No teachers, only Headmistress Ms. Fahlenbock. I just had to avoid her and I'd be good. I walked inside my apartment room and looked around. My black duffel was in my closet, and my clothes were hanging up nicely in the closet. I walked over to the closet and put on pants and a shirt. I placed my school uniform carefully on my desk. I brought along a sundress, a jacket, a change of clothes, and a book. I placed them in my duffel and placed it near the hat rack. I lay down on the couch and took a nap, which turned out to be my slumber for the night.

The next morning, I woke up at 7:00. I only had 45 minutes to get to school. I grabbed a granola bar, put on my school uniform, and dashed out the door with my duffel. The other girls had loads of bags piled up, the owners checking their nails. I threw a disgusted face at them and walked away. I threw my duffel bag into my assigned car and followed in.

When we got to the train station, I felt relieved. I picked up my duffel and wandered onto the part of the train I was to be on. I opened the door of an empty compartment and stepped in. My hands were in my duffel and pulling out a book. After reading some of the book, I decided to get some coffee. "Hey Parker. How'd you pay for this? I wonder…" I balled up my hands. "Sod off Piper." Piper had that 'I knew it would work' face on her.' "But… with no parents-""I said SOD OFF PIPER!" I walked quickly to the place where they serve coffee.

I sat and sipped my coffee. Three men then walked in, one very old, another very short, and a third very tall. They all sat down with some coffee. I didn't talk to them, and they left me alone. When I had finished, I walked back over to my compartment. I sat and began to read. Piper opened my door. "Well, Parker. We've heard that the Beatles are wandering around the whole train, and we decided, we'd better cover your ugliness in their presence." They cackled an evil laugh, and sat down, painting their lips and ruining their faces. A man opened the door. His big eyes were scanning the compartment and his moptop hair nearly covered them. His suit and his boots made me recognize him as-Paul McCartney. I watched the girl's reaction as he said," Excuse me girls, have you seen the old man we were with-" he was cut off by another friend, who shoved past him and spoke, kneeling in front of us," We've broken out! Ah, the blessed freedom of it all. Have you got a nail file? These handcuffs are killing me. I was framed. I'm innocent. I don't want to go!" As he said this, I helped Paul push his friend out of the compartment. "Sorry for disturbing you girls." Paul said, struggling to hold John. He fought, and then said, "I bet ya can't guess what I'm in for." He grabbed my arm and cackled. I was pulled out of my compartment.

I slammed the door behind me and said," You're insane!" John then focused on me and said," Yes, but I'm also cute, funny, charming, handsome, with a slight bit of insanity. John Lennon at your service." He extended his hand and I refused. "You're just like every other guy, this time, famous ones! You think you can sweep a girl off her feet because you're what fans say is, 'cute' and 'funny' and 'handsome'." They both looked shocked at what I had said, as if this was the first time they had been rejected. "You guys must've picked the wrong girl to flirt with, because I'm out of here!" I turned to walk away, when one of them grabbed my hand. "Wait! Don't go! John, she's awful different than the other girls we've met." I messed with the hair on the back of my head. "So what if I'm different?" Paul looked at me," It's no reason to stop being like that. It's kinda nice." I blushed, but immediatly wiped if off my face. "What're you guys doing back here anyway?" John piped up, "Well, Paul's grandfather is missing." I didn't know whether to help or wish them good luck. If I helped, it'd be an oppurtunity to get freedom from those stupid girls in the train compartment. If I wished them good luck, it'll be like nothing happened. I decided to help. I sighed. "Give me a few traits that best describe your grandfather." Paul thought for a while. "Maybe, cunning, evil, he's a mixer." I snapped my fingers,"I know excatly where he's got to be." I led them to where Paul's grandfather had to be.