A/N: HI MY LOVELIES! I'm so sorry I didn't update yesterday and I updated so late today! I think it's fair that I could..I don't know...add in the fourth chapter a little early...:) I promise you I plan to bring in the Beatles SOON. I just need you to get used to the main characters first. Speaking of main characters, a lot of these characters exist because they're needed at some points. Really, the main characters are Holly's squad. And the Beatles... ALSO! I would like to say thank you to Hoshi Nagaiki and The1960sand1970srock (hah)! You're reviews made me happy! :)

So now, I present to you, CHAPTER THREE!

Rating: T for swearing, possible...implied intercourse in the future... Yep.

DISCLAIMER: I (sadly) do not own the Beatles.

I heard chatting downstairs, but I was too tired to even try to process what the voices were saying. I was lying in bed, and my eyes were practically glued shut. I took in a long, deep breath. My eyelids became heavier.

I heard the creek of a window opening and a light spring breeze came into the room. Then there were the quiet footsteps of someone leaving the room. I heard some birds chirping, and could almost see the sunlight that was coming into my room, even though my eyes were closed. I smiled peacefully.

St. Patrick's Day. It was finally St. Patrick's day. The chatting downstairs had to be my parents and sister. I felt myself grinning and I opened my eyes out of excitement.

I looked around the room, the smile leaving my face. It wasn't my room. It was old looking. But new. Very new. Just out of style. I sat up quickly, rubbing my eyes. Where am I? I thought to myself. Why does this room look so familiar? If this isn't my house, then who's talking downstairs?

I got out of bed, just to see that there were about six other beds the same size in the room. A few were occupied by sleeping bodies. I walked up to the window and looked outside. I bit my lip. It all looked so familiar.

The person sleeping in the bed I was standing next to moved, kicking around their sheets. I heards a yawn come from them, and I looked at them, to find that they were looking at me.

"Holly?" Abigail shreiked. "What're you doing in me hou-" She cut herself off and swallowed. She looked at me, feeling her throat.

An accent. An Irish accent.

It seemed all weird, but for some reason, I expected it. It was surprising, yes, but something deep down in me told me that this had been coming.

"I don't know," I answered quickly. My voice was different as well. "I haven't a clue 'bout what's goin' on."

There were more tossings and turnings. I turned around to see someone looking at me. "Juliet!" I beamed.

"So you guys are here too, hmm?" She said. "Woke up a couple hours ago, to find myself here. I decided it was a dream and went back to bed. Guess it wasn't?"

We all just stared for a moment. The last sleeping person in the room began to move around and she sat up. "Oh, hey Abbey, Jules, and Holly." It was Sarah.

"Okay, so maybe we had an accident during gym class or something and we're just in an infirmary." I said randomly. My whole gym squad was there.

Sarah got out of bed and walked over to us. "I had the strangest dream last night. So it started out all bla-"

"Can you guys hurry, please? Marie wants you all downstairs for breakfast!" Said a small, Irish voice. We all turned to see a young girl, standing at the door with her arms crossed.

"Listen, kid, we'll be down in a minute, just lay off, would you?" Sarah said a bit harshly.

"Just because I'm the new kid, Julia, doesn't mean that I don't know anything." The kid said.

She called Sarah 'Julia'. I stood immediately. "Or do you?" I said, approaching her. "Well then tell me, what's our names?" I crouched down next to her.

"Well, that's Julia Marie," She pointed to Sarah. "She's Amy Kay," She said, pointing at Juliet. "That's Charlotte Anne," She pointed towards Abigail, causing her to raise an eyebrow. Soon, though, all their faces were plastered with frightened looks. No, not frightened. Blank. No expression.

We heard a tapping on the floor. Someone below us what hitting the ceiling. The girl told the other three to go down before us and then grabbed my hand and pulled me downstairs behind her. When I got down there, I found myself in a familiar kitchen.

Before I knew it, people began to sing Happy Birthday.

At the end of the song, I was in complete confusion. The woman, who appeared to be Maria, scurried over to me. She pulled me into a hug. "I can't believe Miss Lillian Rose is already 13." She smiled down at me.

It seemed like I had ran straight into a brick wall. That's how hard it hit me.

My dream. It played through my head again. I was Lillian Rose. An orphan. In Dublin Ireland. And it was March 17th, 1955. It was reality as well. I was actually in an orphanage in Dublin in 1956. I smiled for no reason.

I liked it. I was away from home. It was like a dream that you never want to end. That you want to live. And here I was, living it. Living the dream I had the night before.

Juliet, or Amy I should say, looked at me, scared. "Holly, we have to figure out a way to get out of here," She whispered in my ear.

"Call me Lily," I said to her, my voice low.

"We're not going to call you Lily. That's not your name," hissed Abigail-Charlotte. "Your name is Holly."

"Not to them," I said. "Call me Lily."

"And I Julia," Sarah chimed in. She grinned at me.

"We need to go home," Charlotte said. She grabbed my wrist.

"No, no!" I slapped her hand away. "I wanna stay here. It's like an adventure." I glanced around to be sure that no one was listening in, when someone caught my eye.

Zoey.

My shoulders fell and my face hardened. So she was here with us as well. My escape from reality, my chance to live in a new world where I could possibly seem important or special in some way, was ruined. Zoey was here to take all the attention. I didn't want to be her best friend in this world.

Zoey noticed I was staring at her and she smiled with a light wave. She got up from her seat and walked over to me. She took my hand and pulled me upstairs to the room I woke up in.

"So tell me about yourself," She grinned, sitting down on a random bed that appeared to be hers.

"I don't know." I said, my tone confused.

She laughed. "This is amazing. I woke up early this morning and cried because I was frightened. But I met Maria, and she began to tell me stories of my baby years. That's when I remembered this weird dream I had last night, and I-"

"You too?" I asked, my eyes widened.

"Yeah! And Nikki, and Colleen, and Hannah! They're all here." She said.

"Along with Abigail, Sarah, and Juliet..." I said. "My whole squad is here."

She thought for a moment. "Mine as well..." She said. "So your name is Lillian Rose, I hear."

I nodded. "It was in my dream. And yours?"

"Evelyn," Zoey nodded. "Evelyn Jean. Just call me Evelyn." She smiled slyly.

"And me Lily," I said, returning the mischievous grin.

"Evelyn, Lily, come downstairs, please!" We heard Maria call up to us. "We have a busy day ahead of us!"

Evelyn and I stood, making our way downstairs. Maria wasn't lying. The day was full of activities to celebrate my thirteenth birthday.

It began with breakfast out at a diner. Maria didn't go. She said it was my treat for becoming a young lady. Only the older half of the orphanage went.

I sat at the diner, looking around. Before Evelyn could even sit down next to me, Charlotte sat down. Julia and Amy sat across from us. Evelyn was just standing there, awkwardly. She finally decided to go sit with the other ones...whatever their names were.

Charlotte looked at me and raised an eyebrow. Once Evelyn had left, she found the chance to talk to me. "Listen, twirp. I may be in the same grade as you in 2012, but please do realize that I'm in eighth grade here. So in case you were thinking importance goes by grade rather than age, I figured I'd plant it inside your tiny brain that I didn't stay back in this timeline. So start giving me some respect."

"Excuse me, Charlotte, but it's my birthday, you know. So start giving me respect," I smiled deviously.

"Hey, I like that," said Julia.

We were all about to question Julia, but a waitress came. We ordered some tea and waffles.

Once the waitress was done taking our orders and had walked away, I looked at Julia suspiciously. "You like what?" I asked her. The waitress came back and served us our drinks. I took a sip of my tea.

"Timelines..." She said. "It's just a good way to label what this is without confusing ourselves with long explanations."

I shrugged. "I guess so..."

After breakfast, we all headed back to the orphanage and did our chores. It was weird. I wasn't used to hand washing clothes and hanging them on a clothesline, but at the same time, it was nice to be outside. Especially on St. Patrick's Day.

While I was hanging one of my dresses up to dry, Maria approached me. "Lily, dear, I've decided that you don't have to go to church in the morning, because I know you'll be way too tired to wake up for it."

I raised an eyebrow. My memories from the past that I never physically experienced were giving me the feeling that this was strange. I hesitated and asked, "Why?"

"You're going to be out late, little lady," She grinned.

Another thing I could tell by my given memories was that Maria liked me a lot. I respected her the most, and she favored me sometimes. It was weird compared to the regular me in the other 'timeline'. I fought with my parents all the time. I was a sassy one; very bitchy. A pure master of the bitchface and eye-rolling. To be the respectful child was strange.

"Why?" I asked, biting my lip.

"The festival!" She smiled.

"You mean the St. Patrick's day celebration? In the center of town? That we go to...every year?" I became a little disappointed. I was really hoping for some spectacular birthday present. Instead, we were going to the St. Patrick's day celebration that-as my newfound memories informed me- we go to every St. Patrick's day.

"Well," She began, "You're 13 now. I believe you're old enough to stay for the real party..." She grinned.

I smiled brightly. "You mean I don't have to leave when the kid-friendly part of it ends?"

"Happy birthday," Maria smiled.

"Thank you!" I smiled. No more childish birthdays. For the first time ever, the girls and I would be going to the mature party. I smiled slyly.

"Oh!" Maria said. "S'one more present for you."

Suddenly, a girl came from the porch. A tall, beautiful, red-headed girl. My "memories" told me that she was once an orphan here, and had grown up and moved into her own flat. Her name was Beth, and all the kids would get excited to be around her when she was around.

"Beth!" I screeched and hugged her. I looked up. "Are you coming with us?"

"Yes, ma'am," She smiled down at me. "I'm ready to have fun!"

I grinned. "We need'a get ready!" I said and grabbed her hand as I pulled her inside. I called over the others, exciting them all with the news that we were going to the party and Beth was going to come with us.

Maria left for the kid-friendly party with the little ones and unfortunate 6th graders. The rest of us stayed behind and went through dresses. I pulled out a dress that looked like a potato sack when I put it on. I frowned slightly, but instantly grabbed a belt and put it around my waist. The dress was a beautiful teal with a dark brown, leather belt to help compliment what little figure I had.

When finally ready, we headed out for the party, passing Maria on our way. We stopped for a quick chat about the party, but it didn't last very long. I was too eager to go.

The party was amazing. There was dancing. Lots and lots of Irish dancing. Men were drinking, but tended to keep away from the teenagers.

Me. I was a spotlight. The spotlight. I was actually popular, and I'd enjoyed it. Along with lots of friends talking to me, I had boys flirting. It was amazing. It was like a summertime bonfire in America during the other timeline. It was one of those nights you just let all your feelings go for others to discover. It was amazing.

After a tiring night of dancing, eating, talking, and flirting, we finally retired from the night. We made our way home at about midnight, and without even changing, I hopped in bed and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

A/N: BOOM! Bet you didn't expect that! :P Any constructive criticism? What did you think? Please review!