A 5"9 girl was sitting on the ground in a graveyard on a cold, windy Saturday. Tears fell from her eyes like the rain from the sky. She laid down some flowers next to a newly planted gravestone and then grabbed her bag. She was about to leave when a young man blocked her path. "I'm sorry," he said, "I wasn't looking." He chuckled and then sat down next to the girl. He held his arm out, "Richard Starkey," he grinned "You can call me Ringo Starr though." The girl shook Ringo's hand, "I'm Alison." She smiled through her tears, "Did you know Michael then?" Ringo asked. "He was my father." Alison replied. "Oh I'm sorry love." Ringo held Alison's hand sympathetically. "It's ok." Alison shook off Ringo and looked away. Silence filled the air for a few moments, "How did you know him then?" She was curious as to why this boy was here. "He was my teacher at St.Anne's" Ringo smiled remembering how he was the only teacher that he liked. "I'm moving there soon!" Alison exclaimed, suddenly excited, "I start on Monday." Ringo grinned "Great! Meet you at the gates around 8:20. I'll show you around." Ringo then picked up his bag, "Bye Al" he smiled and ran home. Alison waved back at her new friend. She grabbed her satchel and wandered out of the graveyard and along the road. She approached her house, which was only small but housed six people, and unlocked the door. "Hi mum" she shouted while running up the stairs. There was no reply. Alison figured out that her mum must still be mourning and, though she tried not to show it, she was too. Rapidly, she charged up the stairs and plonked onto her bed.BOING! A spring broke and Alison frowned. Without her Dad, Alison's Mum would need to work longer shifts and that left her to care for her, brother, sister and elderly grandma. She drifted over to her windowsill and looked out over the grim city. Another tear trickled down her cheek.