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I was Liverpool born and raised. And a very curious little kid. *sigh* That shortcoming nearly cost me my LIFE! (Well... My boyfriend, actually! :P) Well, it wasn't actually as a kid it nearly... seriously got me. It was when I was 12 years old. (Hey! I'm not a kid anymore! Right?) *giggle* Alright! I was living in Admiral Grove, yeh, yeh, yeh. The Dingle. Don't blame me! My family was just... poor. Never had a chance to make much money, even after my mother died.
So I was currently, and had been for the last 3 months, dating my across-the-street-neighbour Ritchie. Well, *I* think he's cute! Those big blue puppy dog eyes! And the cute (big) nose! He looks so adorable... Off the subject. So... where was I... I was dating Ritchie. He was 13. We were both born in 1940, but he was born in July, and I was born in December, on the 2nd! *cheesy grin*
So even though I wasn't even a teenager, and he just barely, hehe, people said we made a cute couple! Aww! Anyway, it was sooooooo grown-up to have an actual boyfriend! We had kissed a lot. I used to count, but hey! It *had* been 3 months. Who's gonna remember after that long?
Now, the thing that got me in to trouble.
I was walking through a park... Kinda small. Not many places like that in the Dingle. Oh well. So I was walking through, and I swear, that tree was flickering. Being as curious as I was, I couldn't help it! I put my hand out to touch it. Oh my God! OH MY GOD! IT WENT THROUGH! (LOL!!!) So I just stepped through it, and ended up... in the future. 2001 to be precise.
To cut a long story short from there, I was adopted in to a really gear family, called the Kelly's. My name could not remain as it was, Rachael McKenzie, so I had to change it. Laura Kelly. Oh well, it wasn't *that* bad, for a name, I guess.
But I really missed Richard. I made a best friend, called Jessi, Jessi Solomon. We were both hooked on the Beatles, and the WHO. But 1 day, I decided that was enough.
I knew Ritchie, my first boyfriend, was Ringo Starr, my favourite member of the Fab Four, the BEATLES! (Whoo!) So I decided to go back.
Now, my fave movies, besides all the Beatley ones, were the Back to the Future Trilogy, and they still are. I watched them enough times, that I could practically build my own DeLorean time machine. And I did. *very- proud-of-myself-type-thingy look*
I didn't use a DMC though. I got another car, can't remember what it was now, 'cause it sure as smeg don't look like it anymore!
Cut a long story short. I started it when I was about... 16-17. I finished it in February 7, 2012. The year I was going to turn 24. My friend Jessi wanted me to come and get her, because, it had an advantage the original DeLorean didn't. It could travel through space, as well as time. Jessi wanted me to go and get her, since she lives in California. Eh, what the hell. I did. Then we set the clock for the year I would turn the same age, if I had stayed. Oh yeh, same date. February 7th. :P
This was gonna be some adventure.
Okay, okay, we landed (Well... I landed) the DeLorean in a darkened alley, (clich!) and I turned on the... Invisibility thingy. What ever it's called. Jessi knew her way 'round Yew Nork, I mean New York (Sorry, nervous twitch!) pretty well. Even for a native Californian. Hehe.
With all the commotion, it was kinda obvious what was going on. Everyone (Well, ever smart person. i.e. Beatles fan) should know that today was the day the Beatles arrived in America! So of course, we were here. We are sooooooooo sad... AS IF!
Anyway... Where was I? Well, we managed to find the plaza. As it was still early in the morning (9 am... Argh! I'm not even usually awake yet!), the Beatles had not yet arrived, but Jeez-us! How many people were already there... Well, duh. They could come at any time. Mwahahahaha!!!
After finally (and I mean *FINALLY*) getting in to the Plaza, we got two hotel room, connecting to each other. Each with a double bed... Mmm... Double Bed... *drools* Way too much Homer Simpson. Hehe. We had to share a bathroom though. Oh well. We already believed we were spoilt. Going back in time. Meeting the Beatles (I bet we would, anyway!). Um... What else did we have? I dunno, but we were spoilt! :P
So, later that day, we were exploring the hotel. Kinda boring. Not much to do. Except when we got chased by that security guard. That was fun.
So, eventually, we went back to our rooms, and watched telly. *sigh*
"Not much on, is there?" remarked (even more big words!) Jessi.
"Naw. Everything is building up 'till the 9th. Nothing good on 'till then." I replied.
"Crap. Lets go somewhere." she said.
"Like where?" I asked.
"See if we can find the Beatles!" she cried!
"Yeh!" I answered. (What a *GREAT* conversation we just had!)
HahaBoth of us ran outside, up and down the halls, looking for fun stuff to do. Bleh. So we found a coke dispenser on one floor, with an ice machine next to it. The ice was free, 'cause I don't think you can charge for ice, for the freaks sake! So we held the ice button down, and I think we emptied the machine. Well, we wrecked the carpet, I reckon. It got all wet! (A.N. True story!) Mwahaha!
As we were walking up the hall, we heard 4 male voices from around the corner. We didn't bother moving, or anything, just kept walking. Guess who we ended up crashing in to!
FOUR ANGRY BUSINESS MEN!
Haha, gotcha there! We had to endure a lecture over 'society today' and 'wreckless youth' and all that guff. *yawn* So, eventually, we were back on our way, galavanting along the hallway. Surprise, surprise. We could here 4 more male voices from aorund the corner. We did what we did the last time this occured. Hehe. I bumped into someone. I looked up (A bit, he wasn't that much taller than me :P) into my... victims eyes. So big, so sad, so BLUE!!! Oh my God!
"RITCHIE!" I shrieked, throwing my arms around him.
"Eh, I think that bird knows you Ringo!" John laughed.
This next scene is REALLY embarassing! So, to cut a long story short, I ended up in the Beatles sitting room, later that night, talking everything that had hapened over with Ritchie. Ringo. Whatever!
"Well, Rach, where are yeh gonna live, now?"
"Ehm... well-" he cut me off.
"You can stay with me! I have a flat in London! It gets kinda lonely, so..." he trailed off.
"Well, sure... If you want me too, I mean..." I looked up into his soft blue eyes, they were asking, no begging for me to-ARGH! CLICHE!!!
Must stop it now.
I agreed, and followed the Beatles around-with Jessi, who had become rather attached to Georgie-boy as of late-until they went back to England.
Aww, Ritchie is sooooo sweet. I got my own lovely little room, and I shared a bathroom with him. He evn asked me to be his gurlfriend again!
Oh my God! I love him!
Eh, well you're prolly bored by now, and don't wanna here the rest of the story. Bye!
Ack, what the hell. You can have this essay we wrote, dunno why we wrote it though.
~*~The Complete Story of our Engagement~*~
~*~By Ringo and Rachael Starr~*~
Rachael: One night, in about late October, Ringo and I were planning to go out. He had made reservations at this posh restaurant, that's kind of... too classy for us. But we went there, because Ringo especially wanted to go there. I wasn't complaining! I think it's sweet he'd do that for me! *sigh*
So we were shown to a table up the back, so no-one would realize it was a Beatle-and-gurlfriend ensemble. It didn't work. About... 25 reporters with cameras, and heaps of other just... fans came up to our table. God! They watched over us, and it was bloody annoying when your trying to have a romantic dinner with your boyfriend! So the manager finally shooed them out. This had kind of, well, annoyed me, and put me in bad mood, which I didn't not think was good. Grr... Stupid press! So when we finally left the restaurant, all the reporters were outside! ARGH! We got mobbed, and I dropped my purse, spilling everything out from here to the Mersey. 'ARGH!' again! I bent down to pick it up, and so did about 100 other people, each taking a 'souvenier'. Dang blast it!
I was upset, and angry... Hang on, don't they kinda mean the same thing in this context? Whatever. We finally got to Ringies' car, and drove home in silence. Whew. Rings was ANGRY. We stopped in front of our place, and just sat in the car for a moment.
Ringo: Yeh, we just stayed there for a few minutes, thinking about the awful. I wanted this night to be perfect. Yeh, yeh, yeh. It was anything but. I wondered if this was the right time to do it. Well, I might was well.
"Rach? I know tonight was awful, but... I wanted it to be perfect, like. It didn't work out that way, but I'm gonna do it anyway." I paused.
Rachael looked at me expectantly. What did she think I was gonna do? Oh, who cares. I put my hand in my pocket, my right, hand, so she couldn't see me, seing as the drivers seat is on the right. I pulled it out.
"Rachael, will you marry me?" I asked, taking her hand, and placing the ring on her finger. She gasped, was silent for a second, then shrieked "YES!" and... Well, this next bit's private!
We were married in the December of 1964, just before Christmas, on the 19th. Jessi and George (betcha didn't expect that!) were married in 1966, but broke up in 1975, after she cheated on him... with Keith Moon, her one true love.
Hang on, there's another important bit here.
Dr. Robert's Office, December 1965.
"I'm sorry to be the forebearer of bad news, Mr and Mrs Starr, but the tests have shown that you most likely will not be able to have children. I'm sorry."
I looked up at Ringo. He looked upset, and I knew it was all my fault. Stupid body! We drove home, and I was being a lot more quiet than usual.
No children. No little toddlers running around, no teenagers to have arguments with. No babies to cuddle. Nothing. Ugh...
I was depressed for ages. Ritchie was... well, not as much in love with me it seemed, anymore. He was out one day, and Paul came to visit me. I have no idea why he did. He got me talking, and I finally told him I couldn't have children, and how Ring-aling wasn't... spending as much time with me anymore. When Ringo came back home, Paul confronted him.
Aww, you so cute when you upset Paul!
Ringo made it up to me that night. And we surprised nearly the whole world. I was pregnant! *shriekes with joy* *jumping up and down*
They were born on the 12th of November 1966. Twins, a boy and a gurl. We name them Richard, known as Ricky, after Ringo, and Rachael, known Ael, (pronounced 'Elle') after me. Ricky looked just like his father. Big blue eyes, brown hair (altough there wasn't much of it), and yes, the nose. Ael looked like me. Big blue eyes, brown hair, and a big nose. Why am I not surprised. People in the future had told me I looked like Ringo Starr! Mwahahaha.
I left the twins with their nanny one day in 1969, and went to the studio with Ritchie, like I often did. Yeh, in the break-up period. Here's a clipping from them days.
"What is she doing here?" asked John pointing at me. Ringo looked at Yoko and said, "If yours can come, so can mine." I smiled slightly.
George walked in at that moment. "Bloody 'ell, took you long enough!" said (said? More like yelled.) Paul.
"Shurrup McCartney, I'm not in the mood. Lets just play, ok?" said George, irritably.(More, many big words!)
They were recording Abbey Road, and were working on 'Come Together'. George (Martin) gave the signal from the control box, and John started singing, with the appropriate back-ups from the other two.
However, Yoko started singing along. I have nothing against Yoko, and she's not a terrible singer, but... it was the Beatles performing. Not Yoko and the Beatles.
"God, someone stop her!" said George, throwing off his headphones.
"If she wants to sing, she can!" yelled John.
"Well, I'm not gonna sit here and do whatever you want to do! She's not singing on the album!" screached George.
"She can bloody well do what she wants." Yoko had a faint smile on her lips at this. God, I didn't think she was so low, but maybe she was just happy John was standing up for her. I know I would be.
"Well if she can do what she wants, so can I!" George stormed out of the studio, leaving three bewildered musicians in his wake.
"Fine, Mother, we aren't wanted here, we're leaving." John took Yoko's hand and led her out of the studio, she turned around and glared at me as they walked out.
"Well, seing as the're gone, I'm gonna leave too. Bye Ring, bye Rach." Paul walked out of the studio, leaving the two of us there.
I was there for Ringo when the Beatles broke up. I was there when his friend Keith died... I was there when John died.
Ring-ring. *Great, the phones ringing.* I though. I ran to pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Rachael, I have bad news, is Ringo there?" It was Paul ringing.
"Paul! Um, yeh. What's wrong?" I asked, already knwong what had happened.
"It's John. He's... dead."
Ringo and I flew to Yew Nork (Whoops! New York), the place where it all came together, back in '64. We visited Yoko, comforted her, and I spent a lot of time talking to Julian. The twins played with Sean. It was then I realized... Yoko wasn't an obsessed John Lennon fan. She really had loved him, and was his other half. Like Ringo and I were. I prayed something like that would never happen to Ritchie. And it didn't.
That's my life. As I remember it. Thing have changed now. Linda died in 1998. George died in 2001. Jessi is now fighting to stop drugs after Keith Moon (her boyfriend) died. She works at a rehabilitation centre (correct spelling). Ael, who now calls herself Rachael, is an actress, while Ricky owns a music shop, back in Liverpool. And me and Ritchie? We have a a large estate in the English countryside. He's older now, and so am I, but when he grins at me, and kisses me again, the way he did when I was 12, and he 13, well, I know why our marriage lasted so long, unlike Jessi and George, Cynthia and John, and the original couple, Ringo and (RETCH!) Maureen. I love Ringo.
Pretty good ending for a story that started off with my falling through a tree, innit?
The End.
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