My first Beatles fanfiction! Yay! Please read and review, it would make my day. :)
January 31, 1946
The first time I met John Lennon, I hated him. He was what seemed to be on the outside an adorable, innocent child, but on the inside was very inappropriate and rude. It was my first day in Liverpool, from America where I had come from, and everyone was giving me weird looks because of my accent. They thought I was weird for some reason, they asked me a lot of stereotypical questions, which I just answered for them to get out of my hair.
Anyway, before I get ahead of myself, I should probably tell you about myself. My name is Leah Matthews and I'm from a small town in North Carolina. I have one sister whose two years younger than me named Nicole and one older brother who's six years older than me, making him eleven. I was five years old, born on November 23rd, 1940. My father served in the Army during world war two and made it home alive, my mother was an ordinary house wife from Guam. I was a very shy girl, didn't like talking to anyone, never approached them on my own, they had to approach me. And that's just what John Lennon did on the fateful day in 1946.
I was sitting alone, eating a cookie on a bench at recess, observing the children around me playing and having a good time.
"What're you doing?" A small voice suddenly asked.
I looked up and saw a small, blond haired boy looking down at me, a blank expression on his face.
"I'm eating a cookie," I said, "Do you want some?"
"Sure," He said as he sat next to me. I broke the chocolate chip cookie in half and gave it to him.
"Where are you from? I've never heard that accent around here," The boy questioned as he bit into his half of the cookie.
"I'm from America, we moved here to be with my sick grandfather," I explained as I chewed on a small bit of cookie.
"I thought so, nobody from here would sound so funny like you," The boy said as he continued chewing.
"Well maybe you sound funny to me," I said.
"No, I sound normal, you sound stupid," He said as he finished his cookie and wiped his hands on his shorts.
"I'm not stupid!" I cried, throwing my cookie onto the ground and standing, clenching my fists.
"Before you got here the teachers told us all that you were very shy and didn't like to talk to others. You can't be normal," The boy said, swinging his legs back and forth as he sat on the bench, as if his words didn't seem hurtful.
"There's nothing wrong with me, I'm just shy!" I cried in my small voice, kicking my foot into the grass and dirt, getting it on his socks.
"Hey! Mimi's going to be so mad at me now! These are my school socks!" He cried, standing as he pushed me.
"Hey! Stop it!" I yelled, pushing him back.
"No, you stop it!" He yelled, pushing me again. But this time he pushed a little too hard and made me fall back, banging my head on a beam that supported a swing set on the way down.
"Ow!" I cried as tears rolled down my pale face.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" He yelled, suddenly changing his mood and helping me to my feet, "I didn't mean to knock you down!"
He suddenly wrapped his skinny arms around me, pulling me against him. I hesitated, but hugged him back anyway, "It's okay," I said sadly as tears rolled down my face.
When we pulled away, the boy looked into my eyes sadly as tears fell down his own face before holding out his hand, "I'm John."
"I'm Leah," I whimpered as I wiped my eyes and face of tears before shaking his hand.
"Leah? I like that," He smiled, making me smile as well.
And somehow that very day, me and John Lennon became best friends.
