Something With Penny Lane

Heres my story for Lumi's Beatles contest! Hope you enjoy! ((I will be using a few of the characters from my novel, Something More, Something Unique Chapter 1! 

Nayleth's POV

"You guys suck," I said while flipping a penny round and round on the table top of the cafeteria. Students crowded the place but me, J, Sully and Griffin normally preferred the pub, Hail and Scale. Too many people here.

Griffin snorted. "But I am still your favorite." and grabbed the penny from where it spun like a ladle.

Food flew past me, smelling like a mixture of mashed potatoes, orange juice and peas. It smelled horrible. Griffin scrunched his nose up, smelling the foul mixture too.

Earlier in the day, I had to clean out the Demonake pens, (five foot, t-rex armed snakes with horns), and Griffin decided it would be a good idea to throw snowballs at me from the recent snow storm. Then J joined. Then Sully. Do you realize how hard cleaning out a Demonake pens? Because it's hard.

Needless to say, I was drenched with melted snowballs and covered in Demonake feces when we came in for lunch. Washing up didn't take too long though.

"Well, your all my favorite but next time I get the chance to cover you guys in Demonake feces, I’ll do it." I replied while stuffing half a brownie into my mouth.

Mark, the headmaster of this school, strolled in, sitting down beside me. Heads turned at this but by this time, we were all used to it. Mark seemed to like us.

"Sup Keepers? Wulfers?" he asked and grabbing the other half of my brownie. He likes to steal food. Can't really argue though. And Keepers? That's what me and Griffin are.

"Good. They made cleaning the pens difficult but I will get them back. We didn't have time to head to the pub." But the moment I said time, Mark smiled.

He likes to do us little favors and by that I mean if we are late for class or something similar, he either freezes time or takes us back in time. It's his power. Being the Timekeeper.

All metaphorms look like tattoos but if we use them, they become real. Some have full-bodied ones while others only have small parts of one. Full-metas and part-metas. Then you've got the four celestials. Time, Space, Holy and Abis. We are called Keepers. Simple, no?

Now we sat in the pub, glasses of Coca-Cola, Pepsi and Bluemoon scattered the table. Fun fact about full metas: We can't get drunk. Alcohol doesn't affect us.

But then The Beatles song, Wonderful Christmas Time came on. I knew where this was going.

"Mark, don't do-" But it was too late. Mark also likes to randomly put us in different time periods. He once took us to the date June 6, 1944. D-Day. In the middle of battle at Normandy. He said it was for our history lesson. He doesn't even teacher history here! That's my uncle's job!

We were in the middle of a street, Mark hiding us behind a vale of... something. It kept of us hidden from those in the past.

The street was called Penny Lane. A barber shop had a man giving haircuts, talking to those he knew while people stopped to say hello. A banker was in a motor car, while children giggle with lollies in hand.

A firetruck rolled on by, extremely clean. The men shouted and hollered, the group of children being noisy on-lookers. A woman was selling flowers, poppies to be exact. It all seemed familiar...

Rain began to pour from the blue suburban skies, firemen running and the Banker heading toward the Barber for a trim. It was all an odd scene but then I realized what this was like.

“Penny Lane.” I whispered and hummed the tune under my breath as two boys passed by and waited by a bus stop.

The one whistled a tune, the other humming alone. It sounded similar to Yellow Submarine, a broken version of it. The boys looked scraggly and small but joyed filled there eyes like an over-flowing tub.

My smile grew wider.

“Abbey Road?” I asked, cocking my head toward Mark who just smiled along with me, one of his hands resting on his stomach. I guess he hadn’t intended to find these two here. It was a pleasant surprise.

I looked over at J who was as confused as Sully, both of them sporting matching confused looks. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes wide and lips in a frown. Griffin, on the other hand, was smiling alongside us.

I stepped out of the vale, my clothes immediately changing to that of the era.

I looked around. I held the penny in my hand, the not-so-copper object getting covered in rain. My hair was clinging to my neck and my clothes were almost soaked. The rain was falling hard.

“Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes, There beneath the blue suburban skies. I sit, and meanwhile back. Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes, There beneath the blue suburban skies. Penny Lane!” I sang the last of lyrics out loud, but just soft enough that none could hear.

This was a childhood, cherished and loved. This is how they should be. Innocent and carefree. This song was the joy of writers who composed it, their childhood and what they clearly remembered from it. If only mine was like that…

Mark looked over at me, a twinkle in his eyes but pain was hiding behind it.

“Wanna head back?” he asked.

“No. I want to cherish this moment for as long as possible.” I replied, back in the vale. I watched as the two boys, who later become living legends, ride away in a bus, laughter filling the air.

And then the vale left.

The childhood was gone. The past was the past, and now was now. And Mark laid beside us, clutching his stomach.

Foam fell from his mouth. He had pushed himself too much. And he wasn’t okay, mentally. Another Keeper always knows when another is not. 

He was dying.