A/N: Some people might actually like this, so please no flames whatsoever, just keep the rude opinions to yourselves ;) thanks! If you want, R&R! This will follow the movie almost word for word until the skateboarding incident in 1955, which is where it'll go differently. There will be differences in between there, but not many. After the dance, everything will be about word for word as usual. I do not own Back to the Future, I'm just a fanfiction writer who loves it so much.
Chapter One
1985
As the young seventeen year old woman opened the door of the home of Doctor Emmett Brown, she looked around. Her long brown hair was up in a side ponytail, her baby blue eyes covered by her aviator sunglasses. She wore a simple form fitting blue jean jacket, a white button up over shirt, red undershirt, blue jeans and white Nikes with a red arrow. She placed the key back under the mat and looked around.
"Hey, Doc?" she called, her voice a little higher than other girls. "Doc? Yo, anybody home? Einstein, c'mere boy." She whistled, walking inside the house. She shut the door and looked around some more. "What's going on—? Oh, God." She grimaced at the canned dog food that had begun to overflow the dog bowl, creating an almost nauseating smell. "Oh, Jesus...!" the girl exclaimed quietly, setting her skateboard down and kicking it behind her. "That is disgusting. Where the hell is he?"
Without a second thought, the teenager made her way over to the large amplifier in the middle of the room, grabbing her yellow guitar and turning all of the settings up on the highest they could go. The amp began to hum, louder as she turned all of the knobs. She plugged the guitar in, turned the little knob on it all the way up, took her guitar pick out of her mouth, turned a few more things up on the amp and then stood back. Almost dramatically, for about five seconds, she held the pick up in the air where it flashed a little in the sunlight and then struck one cord before flying back into the recliner, the shelf that was behind her falling on top of her. Fantastic, the girl thought to herself sarcastically as she sat up through the pile of debris that was on top of her. She glanced over at the amp, slowly taking her sunglasses off, as one of the pieces in the middle fell and crashed at the bottom. "Whoa...!" she raised her eyebrows. "Rock 'n' Roll."
Right at that moment, an alarm rang, singling that the phone-somewhere in the debris-was ringing. The seventeen year old stood as she took her guitar off, stumbled a little, and then grabbed the phone and answered it.
"Yo." She said.
"Martina, is that you?" a voice asked. It was quiet, almost as if the person was whispering.
"Hey! Hey, Doc." Martina walked away from the debris a little. "Where are you?"
"Thank God I found you. Listen, can you meet me at Twin Pines Mall at 1:15? I made a major breakthrough and I'll need your assistance."
"Wait...wait a minute..." Martina switched the phone to her other ear. "One...one fifteen in the morning?"
"Yeah."
"Doc, what's going on? Where've you been all week?" she walked over to the amp controls again.
"Working." Doc answered, simply but quickly. The young girl knew that was all she'd get out of him.
"Where's Einstein? Is he with you?" Martina walked away from the controls, and ended up standing next to the jukebox.
"Yeah, he's right here."
"You know, Doc, you left your equipment on all week."
"My equipment..! That reminds me, Martina, you better not hook up to the amplifier. There's a slight possibility of overload."
Martina glanced at the amplifier again before throwing the keys down that she was holding in her hand. "Yeah... I'll keep that in mind..." Too late now... Just gonna have to fix it later, she thought.
"Good. I'll see you tonight. Don't forget now. 1:15 a.m., Twin Pines Mall."
"Right."
Right at that moment, clocks began to chime and cuckoo like no one's business. Martina jumped violently at the sudden noise, turning on her heels to look.
"Are those my clocks I hear?" Doc asked.
"Uh...yeah...it's..." Martina looked at the first digital clock she could find, since she couldn't read the other kind very well. "It's, ah, 8:00."
"Perfect! My experiment worked! They're all exactly twenty five minutes slow!" the excitement in Doc's voice was evident. At the remark, though, Martina's eyes widened and she felt a slight sickness in her stomach. She turned on her heels, glancing at all of the clocks yet again.
"Wait a minute... Wait a minute, Doc... Are you telling me that it's 8:25?"
"Precisely!"
"Damn! I'm late for school!" Martina quickly hung up, grabbed her skateboard, and ran out of the house. She put her headphones over her ears, started the tape on her Walkman, and began holding on to the backs of trucks and cars to make her journey faster. When she arrived at Hill Valley High School she quickly hopped off her skateboard, kicked it up, and started up the stairs. Not two seconds after, a young man wearing a jacket, a white shirt with a black vest, jeans, and simple white tennis shoes ran out with his school books in his hands. He had dark blonde to light brown hair that reached to the bottom of his neck and light brown eyes. At the very sight of him, Martina's heart did flip flops in her chest and her stomach was light with butterflies. "Jack." She said.
"Martina, don't go this way." Jackson Parker ran down the stairs, taking her arm. "Strickland's looking for you. If you get caught it'll be four tardies in a row." The two ran to the other entrance of the school and made their way inside. Jack took the lead, almost acting like a watchdog to make sure they were in the clear. They turned a corner and Jack looked around, his hair whipping this way and that as he did. "Okay, c'mon, I think we're safe." He said, and the two started walking towards class, Martina putting an arm around her boyfriend.
"Y'know, this time it wasn't my fault." She said. "The Doc set all of his clocks twenty five minutes slow, and—"
"Doc?" a firm hand gripped the young girl's jean jacket, making the two teens turn and face a bald man wearing a white dress shirt, a dark gray blazer, a light brown bowtie, slacks, dress shoes and a whistle around his neck. His face was very strict, and he let nothing pass by him. "Am I to understand you're still hanging around with Dr. Emmett Brown, McFly?" Strickland clicked his tongue. "Tardy slip for you, Mr. Parker." He held up a yellow slip of paper. Jack took it, a smartass smile on his face. "And one for you, McFly, I believe that makes four in a row." Martina took her slip, grimacing on the inside. The three began walking. "Now, let me give you a nickel's worth of free advice, young lady. This so-called Dr. Brown is dangerous, he's a real nutcase. You hang around with him, you're gonna end up in big trouble."
"Ooh, yes sir." Martina rolled her eyes. Strickland stopped her, pointing a finger at her.
"You got a real attitude problem, McFly, you're a slacker! You remind me of your father when he went here, he was a slacker too." Strickland shook his head.
"...Can I go now, Mr. Strickland?" Martina refrained from rolling her eyes and began to make her way to class. Strickland stopped her again.
"I noticed your band is on the roster for the dance auditions after school today. Why even bother, McFly? You don't have a chance. You're too much like your old man." Strickland got into her face a little. "No McFly ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley!"
Martina held back her smirk. "Yeah, well... History is gonna change."
