"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" my mom, dad, and sister exclaimed, making me sit up on my bed quickly. I saw my mom holding a present in her hand, with a big red bow and pretty gold wrapping. I wiped my eyes and chuckled, "Awe, thank you guys. You didn't have to do all this." I said, stretching my arms to the sky. "Of course we did," my mom responded, handing the present over to me, "It's not everyday that our baby turns 17!" I nodded and slowly ripped open the present. My heart lifted and my smile grew as I uncovered what the secret gift was. I couldn't believe it. YES.

        "A new Beatle record?!?!" I said, staring at the fab four's beautiful faces on the cover. "Oh my god, this is just the one I needed too!" My mom and dad smiled with satisfaction. I got up from my bed and walked over to my record collection. "Now I have all Beatle records!" I said, putting Please Please Me in my wine crate with the rest of the Beatle albums. I smiled and ran over to my mom and dad, "Thank you guys so much," I said, hugging them tightly. "You're welcome dear, happy birthday." my mom said, kissing me on the forehead and then leaving out my bedroom door with my dad and sister. I closed my door and ran over to my record player, and took the beautiful Please Please Me record out of it's sheet. I placed it on my record player and slowly moved the needle to the first song. 

      "One Two Three FOUR!" Paul McCartney screamed on the record. I sat down right by the record player, just enjoying the beautiful music. "Well she was just 17, if you know what i mean..." Paul sang as I loudly sang along.

        RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING. "Come on Martha, the bell rang we should get to our first period." my best friend Lucy said to me, nudging my arm. "This should be illegal, going to school on your birthday...I mean, what the hell, y'know?" I said, dragging my feet forward as I headed for my first period with Lucy. I hated Science. "Oh Martha, just try to get through these 6 hours that we're here. It's not like you pay attention anyway." she said, reassuring me. I nodded as we entered the Science classroom; all the high schoolers sitting on the tables, playing with hacky sacks, doing their makeup. Lucy and I quickly rushed to two seats that were open for us to take so we could sit next to each other. "So did you get any birthday gifts yet?" Lucy asked, leaning towards me from her seat. " I nodded. "Yup...A new Beatle record..." I said quietly. Lucy rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Oh Martha, when are you going to grow up? They're like 80 years old." I turned to her, "72 and 73." "Oh my god what ever the age, they are from like the 1960's. It's 2015 now! When are you going to realize that?" I turned my body to face forward and said "I guess never."  The teacher walked in the classroom and the class all sat in their seats. "Settle down everyone, settle down," Mr. Maxwell said, setting his briefcase on his wooden desk, "Okay, today we are writing an essay on Molecules!" He exclaimed, taking out lined paper from his briefcase and walking around the class to pass it out. Everyone groaned and sighed right when he said the word "essay". Surprise, surprise, there WOULD be an essay on my birthday. 

         I opened my backpack to get a pencil from my Beatle pencil case, and smiled at their four beautiful faces. I closed up my backpack and waited for my paper to be passed to me; I looked across the room to the chalkboard and imagined the Beatles singing with all their instruments in the front of the class. I smiled and watched them play oh so gorgeously..."I used to get mad at my school, (but I can't complain) the teachers that taught me weren't cool. Holding me down, turning me 'round, filling me up with their rules...." Paul sang as I peacefully watched them. "I've got to admit, it's getting better, a little better, all the time," Paul sang as he made his way over to my desk, still playing his bass. "Martha?" Paul said to me, looking deep into my eyes as Getting Better still played in the background. "Y-yes Paul?" I said in a dreamily tone, letting my head rest on my hand as I looked into Mr. Maxwell's beautiful brown eyes....wait, what? 

            "Martha, um are you alright?" Mr. Maxwell said, looking confused as ever. I snapped out of it and looked around the room to see people quietly giggling. "Um y-yeah, sorry." I said, sinking down into my seat as Mr. Maxwell set a piece of paper on my desk and worryingly walked away. 

Lucy and I went through all our 7 periods and then made our way to her car. "Seriously, Martha, why do you love them so much?" She said, opening the driver's seat door. I stood outside the car. "Love who?" I said, looking down and knowing who she was talking about. I opened the car door and slid myself into the leather seat. "The Beatles. That's who." she said, starting the car and then turning to look at me. I shrugged and looked down at my hands. "I just do." Lucy looked at me with remorse and put a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry Marth," she said, as we both looked at each other, "I'm just worried about you getting too carried away with all this." I nodded and half-smiled, "I know, Luc, it's alright. I just want to enjoy the rest of my birthday, that's all." She nodded and began to drive away from the school and towards my house.

          "I'm home!" I said as I walked into my house and threw my backpack to the right of me on the floor. Silence. "Anybody home??" I shouted, waiting for a response. No reply. "Okaaay," I said as I walked towards our dark kitchen to get a snack. I couldn't stop thinking about how embarrassing that was in 1st period today. God, I really am an idiot. I walked towards the light switch and clicked on the light. "Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Martha, happy birthday to youuuuu!" My mom, dad, and little sister Prudence sang as my dad held a beautiful white birthday cake with the number 17 on top. My mom lit the candles and kissed my forehead. "Oh gosh guys, enough with the surprises!" I said, jokingly. "Never!" Prudence exclaimed and hugged my legs since she wasnt's tall enough to hug me yet. I laughed, "Thank you guys so much, it means the world to me." They all nodded and smiled at me. "Well?" my dad said to me, wanting me to get what he was asking. "Well what?", I said, confused as hell. "Make a wish and blow out your candles, silly!" my mom said, as the cake was moved closer to me. I  looked at all of them and smiled, "Oh, alrighttt," I said, giving in. I closed my eyes tightly and thought ever so hardly about my wish. Stop world hunger? No...World peace? No...That school doesn't exist? No....Oh wait.

I know.

I wish I could meet all four Beatles.