I'll be 17 tomorrow, and thank god I love the Beatles. I discovered them in 8th grade a little over two years ago. I only have one friend, other than everyone online, who is a major fan like me, and she's 20.
Nearly everyone else at school, even my friends, tease me about it. They say stuff like "What the heck is wrong with you?" and draw mustaches and stuff on my notebook that had pictures of the Fabs on it. My one friend hates them just to make me mad, and she has never heard of the names John Lennon and George Harrison. She only knows Ringo's name because it's a funny name and Paul's because she said he's so famous. I remember in ninth grade we took a test and one of the questions was to name and describe the Beatles. One person wrote that their names were John, Paul, Ringo, and Jeff. Someone else said John, Paul, Ringo, and Terry! Where'd that come from? Poor George. They also didn't know the last names even. Some boy, who is younger than me, said to me at lunch one day "They should all die. And the ones who are already dead should come back to life and die again!" I was soooooo friggin mad inside it was unbelievable! I wanted to punch his lights out. Haha. Who cares what other people think, the Fabs are the greatest ever. Screw everyone who doesn't think so.