It started on my fifthteenth birthday. My father finally called to say hello, aside from all the short postcards it was the first time in awhile he actually had the nerve to call. Speaking to my Aunt- his sister- and not even me yet I was sure I had been the topic of discussion. After the party had ended, my Aunt Mae sat me down and told me I'd be leaving from Blackpool all the way to Liverpool during to summer to  where my dad managed a job, and a house. I begged Mae to keep me away, to let me stay but no matter what I said, I was still shipped off this summer to live with him till I graduated from high school. 

I wasn't going to try in the least to make it easy for my dad, it would in no way be easy for me at all anyways. I had just got my last bag from Mae's car and set it beside the opening of the train cart. 

"Don't look so sad, I'm just a phone call away darling." Mae said, what she had been for the half past hour and hugged me tight. "Now don't be too hard on your father. He's a good man and loves you. That's why I'm letting you go off. I'll miss you sweatheart." Mae said, tearing up and giving me another big hug. "Oh I wish you hadn't worn those teddy clothes dear. You don't want to step off on the wrong foot." 

"Mae-" I begin, starting the argument when always had whenever she looked over my clothes, but the train whistle sounded. "I love you. Thank you for always being there, when he wasn't." I told her just as the second whistle sounded. "I'll call you when I get there!" And with one last hug I turned my back to her with my luggage and jumped on the train. Ready to start over in a new, larger city of Liverpool. 

Apparently I'd be attending the Liverpool Institute, mixed with both girls and boys, and we'd be having somewhat uniforms. By this meaning girls would have to dress somewhat proper, long enough skirts and button up blouses, boys in khakis and tucked in button ups. I was hoping that the headmaster would be at least somewhat lenient  

Not to long after I arrived in the Liverpool train port. Liverpool's big. I just wish the first person I made eye contact with hadn't been my dad, but it was like looking back in the mirror... Well the eyes at least. He pushed through the crowd and up to me, giving me a tight somewhat awkward hug. "Ah! Eloise! You look so much older." My dad beamed. 

"Well I guess I must look older. It's been what? Four years?" I snapped to quickly, and the way his eyes dropped hit me in the stomach like a swift punch. "Sorr-" 

"Don't apologize, I should be apologizing. I should've visited more. But I'm here now and trying to make up for all our lost time." 

"Sure dad. Thanks for letting me stay with you. Where exactly are we staying...?"

"On Forthlin Road. It's got three bedrooms. And you of course have your own." 

"So there are people who live near you, who go to my school?" 

" 'Course! Two boys right across from us. I see 'em every morning as I leave for working, walking to the bus stop." My dad told me, I just nodded. I was awfully tired from the train ride and just waiting to get back settled into my own room. 

"Eloise!" My dad whisper yelled, shaking me slightly. When I woke up, noting my surroundings I guess I had fallen asleep in the car and we were at his house... My new home. "Welcome home." 

"Thanks dad. I'll get my stuff." 

"No need." 

"Hm?" 

"Jim. That's the two boys I was telling you about, their dad. He already offered their service helping you get your stuff and all." 

"Where are they?" 

"Most likely coming down the stairs." He said, pointing up towards the house with an open door, it was the one directly across from where we had parked so I guessed it was theirs. I opened the passenger door and slide out, closing it with a thud behind me. 

I went around towards the back only to be met by two boys around my age. The first boy was skinny and looked a little younger, less mature. " 'ello, I'm Pete. But you can call me Mike." He said. I nodded, greeting him and trying to open the trunk but having no luck till the next boy stepped in front of me and got it on first try. "I'm James. But everyone calls me Paul. Paul McCartney. Soon to be famous musician." Paul, the chubbier, yet older looking boy said. Paul had to be around my own age, he even had his hair in a way that I always bugged my guy friends to wear theirs... Like Elvis. 

"I like yer hair." I told him, not a bit effected by him trying to smooth but still blushing. 

"I like yer get-up too. You look a bit like Bridget, except for the hair and eye color and all."

"Who?" I asked. 

"His wanna-be girlfriend Bridget Bardot." Mike told me ratting out his older brother and snickering as he left with one of my bags, going up our own set of stairs. 

"You think I look like 'er?" 

"Yer outfit, I meant. But I mean... A bit... Of what I can see." Paul said, winking and him too leaving upstairs with another one of my bags. 

By the time I had finished unpacking only half of my stuff, it was already late. I pulled out my clothes for tomorrow, my first day to school. Which Paul said he'd escort me to, well to the bus anyways I'm guessing. I said goodnight to my dad and slipped into bed, trying to think of good thoughts for the next day.