"Miss? Hello, miss? Are you okay?" I heard a voice say on the right of me. I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't move. All I could feel was numbness in my body. What happened? I thought to myself. "She's not moving. Can someone call an ambulance?" I heard from the other side of me. That's when I opened my eyes. "No. Uh--no that's not necessary, thank you." I said as I sat up. 

"Do you want us to call your parents? They could come pick you up, dear?" said a woman with short curly hair and a polka dot dress. That's strange, I thought to myself, people don't dress like that anymore. I shook my head. "No, no thank you." I looked around to see several people surrounding me.  I realized that I was laying on the sidewalk, and stood right up. I caught the people looking at my clothing and giving me a confused expression. "Haven't seen that type of clothing before, in my life." said a tall skinny man next to me. I looked at him like he was joking. But--he was seriously not joking.

M expression turned blank and confused. If this was 2008, wouldn't this clothing already be out? "Well, I can handle things by myself now, thank you." I said, pushing through the people. "Be careful out there. It's the 60's, you never know what could happen." said a woman while I was walking away. I immediately stopped and turned around. "60's? What year is this?" The woman looked confused. "Well, uh--it's 1964, dear." I was speechless. My heart skipped a beat. "Nineteen-nineteen sixty fo-four?" I stuttered. The woman didn't answer. She just looked at me as if she was really worried. I mean, I was really worried.

I then realized i still had my bag with me. I opened it to find the clock sitting in there. Oh thank God. I reached in my bag, grabbed the clock, and ran into a dark alley so no one would see me. I turned the hands to the proper date in 2012 and closed my eyes again. I took a deep breath, and once again, pressed the button. 

I slowly opened my eyes. "Ugh!" I screamed with disappointment. I was still in the same dark alley. "What's wrong with this damn thing!?" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Great, now i'm stuck in 1964. All I did was sit on the cement, and cry. "Now, I'll never get home." I said in a wobbly voice.

Suddenly, from a distance i heard running footsteps coming towards me. "Lads, hurry up or the girl's are going to eat you alive!" I heard a man say in a strong British accent. "Oh shutup Ringo, you know you would enjoy it." said another British man. I looked up to see four boys in gray suits running down the alley. I immediately wiped the tears from my face. No, it couldn't be them, could it? I watched as the boys ran right past me. "Oh, hold up, fellas." said one of the boys while he was backing up near me. The other boys followed him. "Hello love, are you okay?" said the tall baby faced boy. Boy, was he cute. "Uh-um yes i'm fine, thank you." "Oh so you're american, are you? What's a cute lady like yourself in a place like this?" said the rather shorter one with beautiful blue eyes. "I-i was just um- going for a walk." The boys laughed. "Funny place to go walking, don't you think?" said one of them. I shrugged and smiled. "Ha, well what's your name, love?" "Alice." "Well nice to meet you Alice. I'm Paul." said the cute one. I mean, they were all cute, but something about Paul made me head over heels. 

"I'm Ringo." said the short one with blue eyes. I nodded to greet him. "I'm George, love." said the one with the perfect smile. "And I'm John, John Lennon." John said with a smile. "Well nice to meet you all." I could feel Paul's brown eyes staring into mine. I smiled and looked down. "Well, where are you're parents, then?" said George. "Well," I said trying to think of a good lie,"I don't really have parents. I just stay at hotels and stuff." The boys looked shocked. "Maybe you could stay with us, then," said Ringo, "I'm sure our manager won't mind." Manager?! Oh my gosh, these are The Beatles! i thought to myself, finally remerbing. "Uh-um I mean, sure. If you boys don't mind. That would be lovely."