I stared out the window of the old station wagon just staring at the open fields. I listened as my parents gloated and listened to some classy song about love and all that shite. I groaned and leaned up, changing the station. Robert Plant filling the air with his sweet voice.
The year is 1975. I'm fourteen years old. My name? George Harrison.
I really didn't want to move from Liverpool, England. We gave up everything to move to this shithole of a place. Michigan. Yes. Michigan as in the United States, Michigan. We could have atleast moved to a better part. Instead we move into a not so safe neighborhood. Going to a shit highschool, full of fuckin pricks and whores who will probably eat me alive.
I sighed dramatically as my mum singed happily.
"Were here!"
I rolled my eyes and looked out the window at the tall house. It wasn't as bad as I expected. I still don't want to live here.
"Come on son! Ye can pick your own room!" My father yelled outside the vehicle. I nodded and got out, the warmth of the breeze brushing against my arms.
"Wow. This is really happenin huh?" I said shoving my hands in my pockets.
"You promised you'd give it a chance." Mum said patting my back. I sighed again and walked into the empty building. I looked around at the wide space. I shook my head as I made my way up the creaking stairs.
"Fucking hell it's a shithole." I whispered to myself. That was until I walked into my room. It was a bit small but...I was in love. I smiled and walked around, brushing my hand against the wall. I looked out the window, down at my father, smoking a cigarette and helping me mum carrying boxes from the car to the house.
"George come down and help!" My father yelled. I groaned and ran downstairs, rushing over to me mum as she carried my box marked George's music things.
"Be careful!" I yelled grabbing the box from her hands. She gave me a strange look and shook her head.
"Bloody child needs a new hobby."
I made a face and carried the box up to my room and opened it. I smiled and pulled out the long cylinders that contained my posters, the box also containing my faded band t shirts, records, sheets of music, concert tickets stubs, and magazines.
"George! Your guitar!" Dad yelled.
I ran back downstairs and grabbed the case, along with my record player and clothes. I didn't have much, but this was a new place, a new start.
..
"Aye dad, Can I 'ave some money?" I asked walking into his and mums room.
"What for?"
I shrugged. "I thought I'd go into town and maybe get to know the area. It's only four in the evening."
He sighed and pulled out his wallet.
"Fine. 'ere."
I smiled and shoved it into my pocket. "Thanks."
"Be back for dinner alright?" He said sternly. I nodded and made my way downstairs, out the door, past the gate and down the road. I kicked a small stone as I walked into town. I walked into a small music shop and looked around.
Magazines everywhere, instruments, vinyls. It was magical. I looked over a guitar and fiddled with the strings. I heard commotion at the front of the shop as three blokes ran out of the shop, laughing as the manager shouted after them.
I chuckled to myself and shook my head. Maybe I could get used to this place.
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Nowhere Men (George Harrison Fanfic)
FanfictionFourteen year old George Harrison is the new kid at Donovan Highschool. His family just moved to Michigan from Liverpool, England, in the fall of 1975. George soon finds himself being befriended by three older teens who share the same dream, to beco...