The Original 1955
A/N: I do not own Back to the Future or any of its characters.
I've had this story posted on a different account, written years ago. I'm going to rewrite it on this account. It's the same concept, but with different wording.
Saturday, November 5, 1955.
George's POV:
I'm sitting in Lou's Cafe, calmly reading the newspaper and eating my favorite cereal. Before coming here I stopped by the library, to pick up a few new books. It's currently 8:30 AM; I woke up 30 minutes ago, fearing I overslept and was late for school, so I quickly showered and changed.
"George, what are you doing up this early? Are you feeling alright?" Mom asked me in a soft tone as she appeared from her bedroom. Obviously she was awakened by my unusually loud movements.
"Mom, I overslept, it's already 8:00! I'm afraid I might be late for school. Do you think I'll make it in time?" I babbled, my voice barely above a whisper as Dad was still asleep. I nearly stumbled as I hastily put my shoes on.
She yawned as she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Honey, relax, today is Saturday."
"...oh."
"Hey McFly!"
A familiar, obnoxious voice interrupted my thoughts. I automatically turned around at the sound of my name, but quickly turned back.
"What do you think you're doing?"
I tried ignoring him, but it was no use.
"Hey I'm talking to you McFly, you Irish bug!" I heard him come closer.
"Oh hey Biff, hey guys, how are you doing?" I greeted Biff and his gang.
Biff wasted no time. "You got my homework finished, McFly?"
I hesitated. "Uh, well, you know I figured since it wasn't due till' Monday-"
"Hello? Anybody home?" he abruptly pulled my head and knocked on it mercilessly. I laughed along with Biff's gang in misery. "Okay..."
"Think McFly, think!" he finally released my head from his grasp. "I gotta have time to recopy. Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting? I'll get kicked out of school. Now you wouldn't want that to happen, would ya?"
Well...
He gripped my jacket harshly. "Would ya?"
"Now of course not Biff, no, I wouldn't want that to happen." I reassured him.
Biff smirked in amusement, as his gang laughed behind him. "No, no. So when am I gonna get that homework, McFly?"
I gulped and quickly took a spoonful of my cereal. "Well, okay Biff. I'll finish that on up tonight, and I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning."
"Yeah not too early I sleep in Sundays- oh McFly, your shoes untied!"
I looked down on instinct and felt a hand slap my face. I was so stupid, I was wearing shoes that didn't even have shoelaces. It's just that it's the third time I've fell for it, and besides that, I was always under Biff's trap.
"Don't be so gullible, McFly!" Biff mused to me, then suddenly turned serious. "I don't want to see you in here anymore." he warned me as he and his gang walked out.
I nodded as I waved to them in false cheerfulness. "Okay, alright, bye-bye!"
I looked back down and finished the last few spoonfuls of my breakfast.
Biff was the reason why I rarely went outside early on the weekends.
Biff always seemed to know where I was, somehow. And he always managed to embarrass me in public any time he had the chance, which was a lot, especially during school. It's why I preferred staying in bed in the mornings on the weekends, reading my science fiction stories.
Suddenly I felt a light tap on my shoulder. "Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that for?"
It was Goldie Wilson, one of the waiters. I sighed in frustration. "Well they're bigger than me."
"Stand tall, boy! Have some respect for yourself! Don't you know if you let people walk over you like that now, they'll be walking over you for the rest of your life!"
"Look at me." he demanded. "Do you think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop-house?" he continued, referring to the cafe. I shook my head.
"Watch it, Goldie." Lou warned from out of nowhere.
"No, sir! I'm gonna make something out of myself, I'm going to night school, and one day, I'm gonna be somebody!" he finished ranting.
I nodded absentmindedly, as I gathered my things. As I left a tip and headed out, I overheard Goldie speak again. "You wait and see Mr. Caruthers, I will be somebody, I'll be one of the biggest, most powerful people in Hill Valley, and I'm gonna clean up this town!"
"Good, you can start by sweeping the floor." I heard Lou grumble.
I unlocked my bike from it's chain. I was anxious, and most of all, annoyed. Saturdays were supposed to be my peaceful days, yet Biff managed to interfere with it once again. I rung the bell on my bike as I pedaled in distraction.
I sighed. I didn't have very many friends to talk to about my problems, and Billy Stockhausen was probably still asleep at this hour. I needed refuge. I needed something to get my mind off my problems, my anxiety, and Biff.
Suddenly, my brain hatched a good idea. I smiled slightly as I slowly turned my bike the other direction.
I leaned my bike against a tree and took out a pair of binoculars from my briefcase.