A Day In The Life (A Beatles story written by the Paperback Writers)

by Celestearts

Maddie Farrell's account of meeting one of the most influential musicians of all time. Growing up as best friends, proceeding to see his career unfold, all the way to his untimely death.

2. Chapter 2 By Tee-Bone

Here is the second chapter of A Day In The Life. this chapter is written by Tee-bone!

-The Paperback Writers

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6/24/1945

We started playing tag and Winnie climbed back up the tree to get away. He hung from a lower branch just out of my reach.

" 'ello!" He smiled, which looked funny upside down. I giggled.

"Hello." I smiled back and he flipped back up and sat on the branch.

"Well aren't you coming down?" I said matter-of-factly.

"No, and you can't get me neither! 'Cause girls can't climb trees!" I frowned and crossed my arms.

"And what makes you think girls can't climb trees?! Just watch!" I slowly crawled up the trunk of the tree. I hadn't actually ever climbed a tree before because my mum said it wasn't lady like. I finally made it to the branch Winnie was on, it was scary and yet it was totally gear! I sat down next to him.

"See?!" I raised my chin confidently while I clutched the tree branch for dear life. Winnie frowned slightly and looked me up and down then a creepy grin appeared on his face.

"I bet you can't do no hands!" He lifted his hands up in the air and smiled. I gulped but there was no way I was gonna back down to this boy! I slowly raised my hands up but then he started laughing at me and the branch shook. I screamed as I started to fall and missed grabbing the branch I hit the ground and everything went black.

I woke up in my bed with a cold rag on my forehead. I saw my parents, my sister Anna and Winnie watching me.

"What happened?" I mumbled.

"Oh my baby!" My mum started hugging me and crying. "What were you doing in that tree?! I told you not to climb trees!" She sobbed.

"Mum, you're hurting me! My arms sore!" I touched my tender arm and it hurt like crazy!

"Do you think her arms broken?" My dad said more calmly but he still had lines of worry on his forehead. Mum started sobbing again and Anna and Winnie continued sitting across from my bed. A few minutes later Winnie went home and dad took me to the doctors. Luckily I just had a bad bruise.

"Maddie? Who was that boy you were playing with?" My dad asked when we got in the car.

"He said his nickname is Winnie."

"Do you know his real name?"

"Yeah, it's John Lennon."