The teenage boy screamed. He was smelling the fumes of something weird, and had just hit a straw-filled cloth man. His vehicle then went faster and faster, finally crashing a building. An animal-was it a cow?-mooed at him. The teenage boy opened the odd door of his vehicle and took a strange helmet off of his head. He saw a huge house with lights coming on. A group of people, likely a family, ran out. "Maybe they can help me." said the teenage boy, for he did no know who he was. Or where he was. Or when he was. The family entered the barn-at least, that's what the sign said, Peabody Barn, and the boy hid.
"It looks like an airplane…without wings," said the middle-aged man. The others gasped. The little boy then held up his comic. "That ain't no airplane. Look." He pointed to the cover of his comic. This caused everyone to scream harder. It was a spaceship the spitting image of the vehicle in front of them. Suddenly, the teenage boy appeared.
"He looks…human." said the middle-aged woman.
"Maybe I am human. Sorry about your barn. I don't know anything," said the teenager.
"You don't? Are you an amnesiac?" asked the woman.
The teenager shrugged. "I guess so."
"You poor thing. You should come in our house and warm up." said the woman.
"Now hold on, Elsie." said the man. "We'll take care of him, and we'll enroll him in high school and pay for his college fund and have reunions with him only if his family is never found. Sound good, kid?"
"Sounds awesome!" the teenager exclaimed.
"That sounds fair, Otis. Sherman, Martha, are you okay with that?" asked Elsie. Sherman and Martha, the two kids, nodded.
"Well then, young man," said Otis. "Come inside, change into some of my old clothes for farming, and on Monday you'll be enrolled in school."
"Cool!" said the teen.
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As he was changing clothes, the kids noticed the teen's name, Calvin Klein, on his underwear.
"Calvin. Your name is Calvin Klein," said Martha.
"That's a valuable clue," said Sherman.
"I suppose I'll be Calvin Klein Peabody now, huh?" asked Calvin.
"Yep." said Sherman and Martha.
"Come on, kids!" called Otis. "It's farming time!"
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By the time Monday had arrived, Calvin understood the daily activities of his new family. He had also abandoned the life preserver from his old life as-he figured, at least,- a sailor. Very attached to his airplane, for that was what he called the vehicle he'd come in, Calvin had it dismantled and put in a suitcase with more clues to his identity. Calvin ran into school, seeing a rather upsetting sight. A scrawny teen with a kick-me sign on his back was getting pushed around. Calvin wanted to help him, but he had no idea why. He grabbed the other teen and yelled, "Leave him alone!" to the bullies, throwing the other guy's kick-me sign in the trash.
"Thanks a lot. It's not often someone helps me," said the teen.
"I'm new here. Name's Calvin Peabody." said Calvin.
"Nice to meet you, Calvin. I'm George McFly." said the teen.
"George!" a girl yelled. "George, where are you?"
"That's my girlfriend, Lorraine," said George. Lorraine then arrived.
"Hey George," said Lorraine. "Who's your friend?"
"This is Calvin," said George.
"Nice to meet you, Lorraine." said Calvin.
"You too," said Lorraine, half-heartedly. "How's your head, George?"
"It's better, thanks." said George, backing into a locker. Lorraine's two friends giggled.
"George, what's your homeroom?" asked Marty.
"Social studies, Mr. Arky." said George.
"Me too," said George, high-fiving him as the bell rang and they scurried to class.