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Boof! (paul gif) by ~starxx1
The fifth Beatle - chapter 1 - 1963Eleanor's POV:The fifth Beatle - chapter 1 - 1963 by ~Evergreen-Rose
The cobbled streets were splashed with urine and beer. Girls pulled other girls hair to get to the front of the line, while the randy men egged them on. I stood at the back, looking lost in my green shift dress and matching heels. Matron would slap me silly if she saw me now, God bless her soul. I don't know what did it, the food or the weight. I left school at 15, I had no future. I end up sleeping in a shed.
The Cavern Club doors open swung open, a stampede of giddy girls storming through. I took my time, not wanting to get into the scuffle. As I made my way through the crowd, it became stuffy and dark. A man with a suit and tie with a fixed grin on his face strode towards me. "Brian Epstein, at your service," he spoke in a pleasant voice, "may I?"
"Of course," I replied, my butterflies forming in my stomach. He sat down next to me. Who was this man? He looked at his watch melodramatically, like a cartoon character.
"Oh goodness gracious! A new band are about to perfor
The fifth Beatle - prologue 1955Eleanor's POVThe fifth Beatle - prologue 1955 by ~Evergreen-Rose
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"ELEANOR LUCY SUTTON!" My Matron screeched, spit exploding into my face. "What did I tell you?!"
"The Devil was left handed and being left handed is a sin," I replied in a bored voice.
Matron turned a deep shade of magenta. "So why are you writing in that hand?"
"I can't help it miss, its my natural hand!" I protested, knowing that I was fighting a losing battle. Every day I get called into Matron's office to have a 'correction lesson', in which I sit there while the old bat patronizes me into writing right handed. It's not my fault; I can't prevent myself from being left-handed! While the battleaxe droned on about 'sinners' and 'disgusted' and 'there's a place for you', I stared out of the window, the rusty gate of Strawberry Field rattling due to the strong wind.
"Are you listening to me, Sutton?"
"What now?" I moaned, "Can't I have a moment of peace?"
SMACK!
My cheek vibrated and I automatically clutched it. "I'll get the bobb
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