Twist and Shout (Choose Your Own Adventure)

Chapter Ten

You've always had a bit of a soft spot for George and Ringo, so why shouldn't you sit next to them? You squeeze into the rather crowded cabin and park yourself between the two men. They are looking at you with some interest. George's eyebrows are raised so high they're practically hidden under his fringe. Ringo is staring, his blue eyes blinking rapidly. No one says word.

"So!" says Paul, trying to ease the awkwardness. "What's your name, miss?"

You tell him your name and how old you are. They all seem a bit surprised to find out how young you are. John smirks and says you're pretty well developed for your age. Paul looks horrified and gives him a sharp dig in the ribs, glancing apologetically at you. He tries hard to make conversation, discussing overused topics like the weather and what your favourite TV programme is.

Unfortunately you can't get interested. You're more focused on George. He's slumped in his seat, staring into space, his mouth moving slightly as he chews on his sandwich. His shirt and face are completely covered in crumbs. You frown at the state of him. You suddenly feel very brave.

"Excuse me, George?" you say politely.

"Mmm?" George replies, barely looking at you.

"Your shirt is a bit grubby."

He looks down at himself. He notices the crumbs and smudges on his shirt, shrugs nonchalantly, and carries on eating. You sigh heavily and whip out your hanky, proceeding to mop up the crumbs yourself. George jerks, startled by your sudden dabbing, and lets go of his sandwich. It flies through the air, parting in midair so the sticky inside is exposed. It falls to earth... and lands directly on top of George's head, covering his hair in gooey raspberry jam.

George shrieks. You gasp. The other three stare at you, dumbfounded.

In a blind state of panic you gather up your schoolbag, gabble a few words that you hope sound apologetic, and race out of the cabin. John and Paul call after you but you don't look back - it would be too embarrassing. You can hear George shouting and cursing, complaining about the jam and butter in his hair. 

"Oh dear..." you think as you pound along the corridor. "What have I done?"

You've made a jam sandwich fall on someone's head!

And, unfortunately, that someone was a Beatle.

THE END

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