She sat there starring at the black T.V. screen; just thinking about her day, her life, how she never fit in. Ever since she started this new school nothing seemed right. She didn’t get along with any of the teachers, the students, or the staff. She had never been a trouble maker just something didn’t click. Maybe high school just didn’t mix with her or maybe it was the people here but last year was fine and the people here were laid back. For every explanation she had, she had something that proved it wrong. She didn’t feel right here. Whether here was Santa Cruz or Earth, she just didn’t know. She tried to remember her life before here and she had memories but they were all a blur, as if they were someone else’s and not her own. All of this gave her a head ache and she was tired. What time was it?
She looked sleepily up at the clock, “Well, its 1 AM, I’m off to bed.” “Off to bed?” on of the four men in the room piped up, “but it’s only 1 in the afternoon.” “What?” she glanced out the window where the sun pouted in, “That’s impossible, it was pitch black a few minutes ago!” Then it hit here who she was talking to, Paul McCartney along with the rest of The Beatles. “Wait, aren’t half of you dead?” “No, that’s our other selves.” John informed. “We just came to see how you where doing.” Ringo said concerned. “And to make sure you weren’t getting into any trouble.” John cut in wittily with a grin on his face. “Check on me? What? What are you talking about?” She felt dizzy, ‘God what’s going on? What happened today?’ A thousand questions raced through her head only to be interrupted by Paul’s question. “Don’t you remember Nell?” “She doesn’t remember.” George answered, “Do you remember anything?” he asked very concerned. “No” she broke down crying. She wanted so much to run away but she couldn’t move. Ringo went over to her and wrapped his arms around her, “There, there Nelly, we’ll get your memory back,” he stroked her hair and smiled, “ok?” She smiled back, “Ok.” Suddenly a feeling of overwhelming trust washed over her, she buried her face into Ringo’s shoulder. “Come over here and lie down on the couch.” John went over, picked her up, and laid her down on the couch, resting her head on George’s lap. George stroked her hair soothingly, “Don’t worry Nelly, we’ll figure something out.” That was the last thing she heard before she fell asleep.
-The Quiet One
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