How My Life Changed
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the plot.
Marty is 17, Doc is 61, and George and Lorraine are 47.
"Jennifer, what the hell are you doing?!" Marty McFly screamed to his girlfriend.
But she didn`t answer as she and another guy disappeared, holding hands and giggling.
"Jeniffer!" Marty called, but he soon heard the giggling stop.
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Marty McFly jolted awake. "Thank God it was just a dream." He said relieved.
Marty tiredly got up and quickly washed his face before going to the kitchen.
There was no one in the living room, except for his mom, drinking a cup of Vodka while watching tv.
"Hey Mom." Marty greeted casually.
What was not so casual was that she replied, "What do you want you son of a bitch?"
Marty was about to say, "Okay.." but then just realizing what his mother just said, he was quickly turned on. "Wha- What??" He stuttered, bolting into the living room.
"You heard me you freakin` bitch. What jack shit` do ya` want?" Lorraine said, practically shouting.
"Noth- nothing.. it`s just that.. why aren`t you making breakfast?" Marty quickly asked, trying to change the subject.
"Why the hell would I make breakfast for this bullshit of a family?" she replied, drinking a glass of Vodka.
"Mo- mom?"
"What?!" Lorraine barked.
"Um.." Marty said quietly trying to think of something.
"I said, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT YOU SON A BITCH!" she yelled, now standing up.
Marty was again quiet, and this seemed to make Lorraine somewhat more upset.
"I said what the freakin hell do you want you no good bastard! Answer me or I`ll use this." Lorraine threatened while holding up a knife.
"Mom!" Marty screamed, but at that moment she did it.
"NOO!" Marty screamed in pain.
Marty McFly jolted awake, again. He was so glad it was just a dream, once again. He couldn`t even imagine his own mother abusing him, or Jeniffer dumping him.
He smiled to himself and washed his face before heading to the kitchen.
By the time he was at the living room, he heard his father, George, laughing at the tv show, "The Honeymooners."
"Mornin` Dad." Marty greeted without enthusiasm.
"Good morning son." George replied without paying any attention.
He heard his mother come in, holding a glass of beer, and looking slightly depressed. She just lost her job, and since then she usually took out her anger on her family.
"Um, Mom, where`s Dave and Linda?" Marty asked.
It took a while for Lorraine to answer. "Dave had to work early, and Linda went out for breakfast." She sighed. Sometimes she felt as though they were, embarrassed of their family.
"Yeah well.." Marty quick checked the clock. "Gotta go now, bye." He said quickly. Uncertain whether or not to admit it, he felt pretty embarrassed of his family himself.
He took his backpack and skateboarded to Doc`s house.
"Marty: Hey Doc? Doc? Hello. Anybody Home? Einstein, come here, boy. [Whistles] What's goin' on? Oh, God. Oh, Jesus! That is disgusting. What the hell is with him?"
Marty kicks the skateboard with his foot, and it rolls and hits a yellow case labelled "PLUTONIUM HANDLE WITH CARE".
Marty plugs his guitar into the amp, and the machine clicks and hums.
He plays the first note and is thrown backwards by the force into some things lying around, the shelf behind him tips over and everything from the shelf lands on him. He gets up and realizes the amp has been overloaded.
"Whoa. Rock n` Roll."
Then the alarm bell rings.
"Yo. Hey." Marty greets, picking up the phone.
"Marty, is that you?" Doc asks.
""Hey, hey Doc. Where are you?"
"Thank God, I`ve found you. Can you meet me at Twin Pines Mall tonight, at 1:15? I`ve made a major breakthrough and I`ll need your assistance."
"Wait-Wait a minute. You mean 1:15 in the morning?"
"Yeah." Doc replies seriously.
"Doc, what`s goin` on? Where ya been all week?"
"Workin`."
"Where`s Einstein? Is he with you?"
"Yeah, he`s right here."
"You know Doc, you left your equipment on all week."
"My equipment? That reminds me, Marty. You better now hook up to the amplifier. There`s a slight possibility of overload."
Marty hesistates, then replies, "Yeah, I`ll keep that in mind."
"Good. I`ll see you tonight. Don`t forget now, 1:15 am, Twin Pines Mall."
"Right."
Marty then hears the clocks of different time zones ringing, chiming, and cuckooing.
"Are those my clocks I hear?" Doc asks briefly.
"Yeah, it`s 8:00."
"Perfect! My experiment worked! They`re all exactly 25 minutes slow!"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute Doc. Are you telling me that it`s 8:25?"
"Precisely."
"Damn it! I`m late for school!" Marty yelled.
Marty quickly said to Doc, "Gotta go now Doc! See ya later!"
Then he skateboarded past Burger King and holds on to the back of a moving car.