This is a Beatles story, and it takes place during the early years before the Beatles were founded. I'm still not whether or not I should let this story go on into the Beatles' fame, but that's still being debated! I also intended this story to be a George/OC pairing, but I might hold a vote to see whether readers want it to be Paul/OC or not. I've also tried to make most of the locations as real as possible, and I've researched these cities and the actual houses that are named. If there is any error in this story, be it historically or grammamatically or anything like that, let me know and I'll fix it as best as I can!

I don't own the Beatles, just the O'Higgins and any other characters that are fictional.

And now I hope you enjoy!

-M

19 Forthlin Road, Allerton, Liverpool, Merseyside, UK. That's where I moved to in the year 1953 with my parents and my elder brother, Thomas, and sister, Carolyn. I was still only nine years old and extremely unhappy that my family was moving from out cozy house in Speke to a brand new house in Allerton. I had a hard time making friends at school, and I wasn't entirely thrilled to have to make new friends all over again.

"Mummy," I whined as soon as the movers arrived in the front yard, "what if I don't make friends?" I was tugging at her dress skirts with on hand while clutching my floppy blue teddy bear, fittingly named Flopsy, with the other.

My mother was a kind woman with a big smile and sparkling blue eyes. She was getting plump and enjoyed baking pastries and other sweets for us in her free time. Whenever I felt scared or troubled, much like that moment, she would warmly show off her smile and hug us to her tight.

She did exactly that and kneeling down to my eye level, she told me with her thick Liverpuddlian accent, "Don't you fret a bit, Peggy darling, you'll soon feel that moving here was a fabulous idea, and you'll be making friends in no time. Remember, just be yourself and you'll know who are your real friends or not. Come along, let's have a look at our new home."

My siblings and I helped out parents move our boxes of clothes and toys and other belongings into the house, each fighting over which room would be ours. I got one of the bedrooms on the second floor with a window view out to the street. It wasn't big at all; in fact, it was the smallest bedroom. But I wanted a window and was glad with my new room.

While bringing in a box to my new room, I had bumped into my father on the way up the stairs. "Oh, sorry, Papa!" I never called my father "Dad" or "Daddy," like my siblings did. When I was little and speaking my first words, for some reason I refused to pronounce a "D" and called him "Papa" instead, so it simply stuck.

"Whoa, there! Did ye need some help there?" he offered, leaning down and lifting the heavy box from my arms. I followed him up to my room, where he set it down, dusting his hands and observing the vacant room. "It's certainly small. But look at this view, hey? You can see all of The Pool from this loft here!"

Papa was a very jovial figure, and was tall and skinny, not like my mother at all. While she was starting to get plump and was short, he was tall and thin with fair hair and pale grey eyes. When he smiled, his lips always looked lopsided, but that just added to his comical personality. While he and my mum were both happy people, he was the active one and the impulsive one. Much of my personality traits came from him, and he knew how to make anyone laugh.

The first night in our new house, I had terrible nightmares and jolted upright in bed, crying. We hadn't situated all of the beds just yet, so I had to share a bed with my sister Carolyn in her new room downstairs for the night.

Carolyn was five years older than me and had already turned fifteen two months before in January. Ever since she became a teenager, she felt the need to prove that she was all grown-up and ready to act proper and become a woman. What she didn't realize was that I knew deep inside, she was still just a kid and wasn't ready at all to become an adult. I think she knew she wasn't ready either.

She woke up instantly and patted my back soothingly. "Aw, come now, Peggy, don't cry. It was only a dream," she said and pulled me to her gently. "Please, don't cry. You'll be turning ten soon, that means you'll be a big girl, and big girls don't cry. Show me a smile and go back to sleep, okay?"

I showed her a half-hearted smile through my blubbering and we both fell back onto the pillows. Carolyn was fast asleep while I lay awake, wondering what Allerton had in store for me.

When my tenth birthday rolled around on June 18th, I still hadn't made any friends. Thomas, my elder brother by two years, was still eleven and wouldn't turn twelve until July. He was my closest friend and was the complete opposite of Carolyn. He loved to play and make jokes, and dreaded each birthday he had, for it meant that he was one year closer to transforming into an adult. When I felt alone and sad, I would always ask my brother if we could play hide and seek or go down to the candy store or the toy store to take a look. And he would always say yes.

Thomas set a thin, flat present in front of me the morning of my tenth birthday. He wore a cheeky grin; one that resembled my mother's so much. "Happy Birthday, little sis! Now how 'bout you give this present here a look, hey? I really think you'll like it," he said, urging the present closer to me.

While I was tearing the wrapping paper off, I soon realized it was a record. "Nat 'King' Cole?" I read the cover.

"Yeah, that's right. You should give him a listen. He's really good," he told me. So later that day, we played the record, and something in me changed. I never knew how much music could move a person, or how many emotions it could uncover. From that day on, music played a big role in my life, and I would go on to take piano lessons.

That evening, when my mother placed my birthday cake with ten candles in front of me, I closed my eyes and made a wish. I wish that I can make lots of friends here. Oh! And can they like music too? I like music a lot now. It would be nice too if they liked it as well.

I must have been sitting there wishing for a while because my sister said, "Oh, the wax is melting! Hurry up and blow out the candles, Peggy!"

I blew out the candles, hoping that the wishing gods had heard my wish-and would answer it.

They did.

And that concludes the first chapter! This was more of an introduction into Peggy's life and sets up forthcoming events. Can you guess who else's birthday is on June 18th? And can you guess why I named her Peggy?

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