This is just a REALLY short opening chapter- I promise you- there is lots more to come, and it will be a lot more interesting. Hope you like my fan fic debut! Lol
Marty kicked off the sidewalk, onto his skateboard, and found a rush of cool, spring air. Sure, he could always take his black 4 by 4 to school now, but he felt like he was loosing his touch.
He kept going until found an old ford Angelina he could hitch a ride on the back of. Past the Lone Pine Mall, the Burger King, and finally, His good friend Doc Brown's old lab. He sighed. Doc was currently living happily in the year 1885- exactly 100 years into the past.
The car came to a stop at the railroad tracks. Marty sighed again. That too brought back memories of his adventures with his scientist friend. He was so lost in thought that Marty hardly realized the whistle of the train sounded very different……
Suddenly, a number of people shrieked. Some jumped from their cars and stared down the tracks. What was going on? Marty peered down the silent field with everyone else, and then he saw it. Coming his way, was an enormous black Locomotive that looked like something out of an old western. In fact, Marty reminded himself, it was.
Doc Brown was waving a long, gloved hand out the window.
"Doc!" Marty screamed, forgetting he was now being watched by the entire crowded and began to run after the train. He jumped with all his might onto the caboose, grabbing hold of the side railing. Many people in the crowd gasped. Above him, he noticed a purple gloved hand was trying to hoist him up. He looked up to see Doc's wife, Clara.
With one last tug, he was safely on board, and turning around a bend in the tracks. To see the transfixed faces of the crowd disappear.
"Good to see you Marty" said Clara, hugging him.
"Yah, same" Marty agreed. The rhythmic motion of the train's wheels were now picking up speed. The wind was now rushing past Clara's hair faster and faster, pulling it out of its tight bun. She smiled a slightly blurred smile at the expression on his face.
"Your right," she said, as though reading his thoughts, "we are trying to reach 88 miles an hour"
Marty looked furiously to the front of the train. The blur of the wheels seemed like they were going to explode any minute. "where are we going?" he asked her. But the sound of his voice was muffled by two enormous bangs, a rush of wind, and then when he looked up, he was back in 1885, slowly gliding by fields upon fields of golden wheat.
Marty kicked off the sidewalk, onto his skateboard, and found a rush of cool, spring air. Sure, he could always take his black 4 by 4 to school now, but he felt like he was loosing his touch.
He kept going until found an old ford Angelina he could hitch a ride on the back of. Past the Lone Pine Mall, the Burger King, and finally, His good friend Doc Brown's old lab. He sighed. Doc was currently living happily in the year 1885- exactly 100 years into the past.
The car came to a stop at the railroad tracks. Marty sighed again. That too brought back memories of his adventures with his scientist friend. He was so lost in thought that Marty hardly realized the whistle of the train sounded very different……
Suddenly, a number of people shrieked. Some jumped from their cars and stared down the tracks. What was going on? Marty peered down the silent field with everyone else, and then he saw it. Coming his way, was an enormous black Locomotive that looked like something out of an old western. In fact, Marty reminded himself, it was.
Doc Brown was waving a long, gloved hand out the window.
"Doc!" Marty screamed, forgetting he was now being watched by the entire crowded and began to run after the train. He jumped with all his might onto the caboose, grabbing hold of the side railing. Many people in the crowd gasped. Above him, he noticed a purple gloved hand was trying to hoist him up. He looked up to see Doc's wife, Clara.
With one last tug, he was safely on board, and turning around a bend in the tracks. To see the transfixed faces of the crowd disappear.
"Good to see you Marty" said Clara, hugging him.
"Yah, same" Marty agreed. The rhythmic motion of the train's wheels were now picking up speed. The wind was now rushing past Clara's hair faster and faster, pulling it out of its tight bun. She smiled a slightly blurred smile at the expression on his face.
"Your right," she said, as though reading his thoughts, "we are trying to reach 88 miles an hour"
Marty looked furiously to the front of the train. The blur of the wheels seemed like they were going to explode any minute. "where are we going?" he asked her. But the sound of his voice was muffled by two enormous bangs, a rush of wind, and then when he looked up, he was back in 1885, slowly gliding by fields upon fields of golden wheat.