The Fab Fiction Thread

[Annalina Lennon McCartney]

Write your own versions of fictional accounts according to what you feel should happen! ;]

[Annalina Lennon McCartney]

Here's what I came up with. I paced it like a dream, very little editing, no real plot, with blurry lines. Enjoy! 8D

The American Girl

Johnny was a senior in college. He'd almost been on top of the class with his high grades, had he not slacked off too much. He and his buddies -- George, Paul, and Ringo were always around him, joking around and goofing off since their high school days. But one day, an exchange student from America, named Beatle Nut entered the classroom. She was dressed in a plaid miniskirt and a white buttoned blouse top. She had light-brown hair and carried her books toward the seat in the middle of the class. Johnny turned around and glanced at her. So did his other three buds.

Ann was furious. She wanted to impress any guy that would lay eyes on her. She was confused between loving the two - Paul or Johnny? Which one? She could not decide, but when she saw how Johnny's gaze prolonged at this new American student, she knew she'd have some competition.

The End.

Johnny made sure to catch up with this new bird. She seemed smart - very well kept and minded her business. Now no one had ever noticed Ann. She was always in a bad mood, even though she also got good grades. She didn't even have to try that hard. She was even thinking of taking another major just to stay in school longer, just to be with the boys. John, Paul, George, and Ringo were not just ordinary group of men. They were in a band called Feetles. No one ever asked them why they named themselves after feet. That's just the way it is.

The End.

In the food hallway, Ann pretended to look lost and needed some help with finding a table to set her lunch on. The Veetles group were always on one side of the the hall, goofing off and flirting with the birds. This made Ann so furious every day, but now there's added competition.
She went by to sit next to her best friend, Sadie. She was a loner, too. Ann wasn't sure why college life still felt like high school - boys being boys, and the ugly ducklings continue to go unnoticed. "Sadie," said Ann. "You know that new American girl? You think we should talk to her?" Sadie said, "Sure, why not? I'd love to make new friends." Sadie went back to staring at pictures of some guy named David J. from Histology. "Okay.", Ann said, approaching the table that Beatle Nut almost settled her food on. "Hey!" "Hi." Beatle Nut said in her American accent. Ann nodded. "So, when did ya move to England? "Not too long ago. I came here to study the works of William Shakespeare, the famous bard." Ann said, "Ahh, okay." "Wanna come sit with us?" "Sure." Beatle Nut said. The girls talked until each went to their own classes. But when Ann turned around to ask Beatle Nut for her phone number, she saw that she sneaked a folded up piece of paper to where Johnny and the boys were laughing at how Ringo was always losing at card games.

The End.

Ann needed to talk to someone. She was so insecure that she couldn't study late that night for final exams. It was graduation soon. She wanted to tell Johnny how she felt about him, but then that would complicate things about how she was feeling about Paul. She wanted to tell Sadie so badly how confusing this mess of love was. Sadie gave her advice saying "You should be happy with yourself! Just look at pictures of the boys you want, then write about them. It doesn't matter if it's not real life. Boys will be boys - they're immature and will always make you feel lonely." Ann took this advice. The next morning, she put on a bright smile, had on a white wide headband on her head and a white vest with flower petals stitched on it, and some black ankle pants. She felt liberated, not caring about what boys do or say or even think about her anymore. She packed her books for school and reminded herself of her newfound glory that included a discovery of self-esteem and courage.

The End

It was that same class again. English literature. Ann saw that Johnny was flirting with Beatle Nut and had his arm around her shoulder. Seemed like they hit it off really good. That did not stop her from making a move. She managed to get up from her back row seat to ask Paul for his number. At first, he had on a serious face and said "No." Then a minute later, after a few mumble jumbles about how Bill Shakesbeard was actually a fake, he said that he was only joking and he'd be happy to write his number on her texts so she'd always remember him when reading about that subject.

 

THE END!