"I helped you, and now I say goodbye." I stopped them at a big compartment and turned on my heel. I thought I would get away with it, when John scooped me into his arms. He hoisted me onto his shoulder. I struggled to get free, but he held my waist with his right hand and caressed my cheek with his left. "I've only met ya like two minutes ago, but I know that ya barely do anything spontanieous. Come with us." His brown eyes were full of pleas. I thought about it. John was right. I had my whole life based on some bland day with no taste. All I ever did was wake up, go to school, come home, eat, then sleep. I wanted to try something like this before I'm in college. I sighed, and said," Fine, I'll go get my bags." He smirked. "Fine. We'll go and get my bags." He put me down, and I got a better look at him. He wore a gray collarless suit with those Beatle boots. I smiled, and we walked to get my bags.
We tip-toed quietly over to my duffel bags. I saw the Headmisstress' doorknob turn. I opened my empty compartment and shoved John in. The Headmistress, Ms. Fahlenbock, came out of her lair. Her short black hair was pulled up into a bun, with a big wart on her right cheek. My nightmares were often about her, that or Piper becomes queen of the world. She was wearing a longer version of the school uniform I was wearing. She was very sneaky, with the nose of a rotweiler. She sniffed, and found me. "What're you doing out of your compartment?" I began sweating nervously. "Um... I'm just going to the bathroom...Ms." She scowled at me, "I can tell you're hiding something Parker. I'm not amused. I really don't like liars. They break my rules." I fidgeted with the wart hair on the Headmistress' face. "I don't like calling you a man either, but that wart breaks my rules." I held back a laugh. "Another sassy thing out of your mouth, and I'll shove you out of the train window." I nodded and opened the compartment door John was in. "C'mon!" I walked slowly back to the kennel, where Paul and his grandfather were.
"George, Ringo, this is Allison." John said. I shook their hands. "I'm George Harrison." George said, shaking my hand. "And I'm Richard Starkey, but me friends call me Ringo." I shook his hand. They all looked the same except unique in a way. I watched as John winked at me while walking from behind me. I slightly smiled, but placed it back down when John kept looking. "Is she coming with us?" I nodded. "How'll she get there?" John looked at me. "She'll find a way." I rolled my eyes. John then pulled out a deck of cards. The others nodded. They began playing after Ringo shuffled. They "serenaded" me with songs until we arrived in London. Norm told the boys to get in the car all the way in the back. I jumped off the train and screamed for a while. Then crawled over to the car in the back. I was in the car, followed by John, George, Paul, his grandfather, and finally Ringo. I was on my way to the same hotel room as the Beatles.
I watched Paul play piano as John began reading a magazine. Ringo and George were arguing. "I don't snore." George replied," You do, repeatedly." Ringo shied away. "Aww... it's just your opinion. Do I snore John?" Without looking up from his magazine, John said,"Yeah, you're a window rattler son." I giggled a bit, but held my hand to my mouth. "Do I snore Paul?" Paul stopped playing, "With a trombone hooter like yours it would be unnatural if you didn't." "No, Pauly. Don't mock the afflicted." Paul's grandfather said. "Come off it. It's only a joke." Paul replied. It may be a joke, but it's his nose. He can't help having a hideous, great hooter. And the poor little head trembling under the weight of it."
John looked up from his magazine. "We need to make sure that her witch of a headmistress doesn't find her." He began scoping around my bag. "Oooh... how about this baby doll?" He held up my yellow sundress. The dress had some orange flowers on it, with some blue ones too. I smiled. That was my mother's dress. When I realized it who's hands it was in, my expression changed. I snatched it from him and said," You're really going to get on my nerves, I know it," I got close to John's face,"baby doll." I walked into a different room and slammed the door on peeping John's head. I threw the thing over my head and walked out. I noticed the boy's with fan mail as I walked out. "I'm going out. Bye!" I shut the door, counted to three and watched as I followed John with Paul, George, and Ringo trailing behind.
