Younglings

Anne Harrison

1988
Anne's pov

It's Christmas today! Mum and dad said we're going to the McCartneys to.

I'll be able to play with James. James is really cool. We always hang out.

Mum and dad were still sleeping, so I decided to wake them.

I ran into their room and jumped on their bed.
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"
I chanted while jumping up and down.

No response.
"Hello? Earth to mum and dad?"
Still nothing.

I rolled my eyes and started to get off their bed until I was tackled back onto it.

"Anne! I'm not A morning person and you know that!"
My dad started tickiling me.

"Stop! Hahahha ok ok!"
I said.

"Well then merry Christmas Annie!"
My dad said pulling me into a warm embrace.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me annie?!"

"Dad's always been the one for making up names that annoy you to the point."
My mum said as she arose from bed.

"That's right polyester."
George said.

"That's right Georgina."
My mother replied mocking dad's tone.

I laughed at how cute they are.
I love my parents.

My mum is honestly the most beautiful woman in the world.
I look up to her.

My dad is so cool. He was apparently in a band called the beetles or something.

My mum is a photographer.

But I think I want to head down the music road, like my father.

"Your presents are at uncle Paul's, so you can open them there."
Dad said.

"Ok imma get dressed. By Georgina and polyester."
I heard them both scowl, I chuckled and walked into my room.

I looked in my mirror.
Everyone tells me I look like my dad.
I believe I do, but I have the heart of my mother.

I tied  my dark brown hair up into a ponytail, just how I like it.

I put on a dress my mum made me.
I walked out.

"My word George look at our little girl!"
Mum said.
"Mummmm!"

"What do you mean Polly I see no little girl all I see is a beautiful young woman!"
I rolled my eyes.

"Can we go now I want to see James before I turn 100."
Dad chuckled.

"Ok ok. You really like James dont you.."
He wiggled his eyebrows.

"No dad he's my best friend!"
He smiled but winked afterwards.
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After we drove over to pauls farm I ran out.
James was already out front.

"Anne!"
James ran over and I jumped into his arms.
"I missed you!"
He said.
"Me to!"

He grabbed my arm and pulled me Into the McCartney resistance.

Polly's pov
I smiled as I watched James and Anne hug.

"They are definitely going to be a thing."
George said pulling out the tray of food I made.

"That's just what my mother said when she met you."
I said almost feeling slightly sad.

George wrapped his arm around me.
"I love you Polly."
He kissed me.
"I love you to."