CHAPTER 1:

The clocks were all ticking. Adorning the walls of a small one-room house were hundreds upon hundreds of clock, of various shapes and sizes, be it analog or digital. Many of these clocks were ancient by today's standards. A few were from the 1950's, some were from the 1980's, and one of them was from the 1970's. As soon as the clocks hit 7:55, a complex mechanism kick started to life, first turning on a radio currently announcing a deal on 2015 model Toyotas, a coffee machine with no coffee pot, a toaster with burned toast still inside, and eventually an ancient TV tuned to a news channel.

"In other news," the news anchorwoman said, "Officials at the Pacific Nuclear Research Facility have denied the rumor that a case of missing plutonium was in fact stolen from their vault two weeks ago. A Libyan terrorist group had declared responsibility for the theft, but now…"

As she continued, a mechanized arm sprung to life, first picking up a can of dog food, carrying it to a can opener, and then pouring it into an already full dog dish labeled Einstein. The front door opened as 17 year old Marty McFly walked in, after placing the spare house key back under the rug. He wore an orange sweatshirt over a red t-shirt, with denim blue jeans, and worn Nike sneakers.

"Hey Doc!" he called out to the empty house, "Doc? Hello! Anybody home? Einstein, come here boy! What's going on?" It was this moment Marty turned to witness the mess left by the neglecting contraptions.

"Oh God!" he exclaimed in disgust, "Oh Jesus. That's disgusting." Well, since Doc isn't here, Marty decided to unpack his electric Stratocaster guitar and walked to the center of the room. There was a massive amplifier, reaching from floor to ceiling. Marty plugged his Strat into the main amplifier, and began turning the dials. He wanted to make some noise, so he turned every single dial he found to the max. The amplifier's static hum grew loader and loader; so much that even Marty's eardrums began to vibrate. After finishing with the dials, he stood in front of the amplifier, his guitar pick raised. He waited for roughly two seconds, and then struck a power chord.

The force of the amplifier caused it to explode, and flung Marty right across the room and into a bookshelf, where pretty much every book, pamphlet, and boxes of paper all landed on him. Once it turned quiet, Marty slowly lifted himself out of the mess and stared at the amplifier. The noise created a large gaping hole.

"Woah," Marty said to himself in awe, "Rock n' Roll." Suddenly another sound erupted as Marty felt a vibration in his pant pocket. Lifting himself from the remains and flinging his Strat to his back, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone. The caller ID simply said Doc, so Marty pressed the green speak button.

"Yo," Marty answered.

"Marty is that you?" Doc sounded pretty eccentric, like he usually was.

"Hey! Hey Doc! Where are you?"

"Thank God I found you!" Doc continued, "Listen can you come meet me at Twin Pines Mall tonight at 1:15? I made a major breakthrough and I'll need your assistance."

"Wait a minute, 1:15 in the morning?"

"Yes!"

"Doc what's going on? Where have you been all week?"

"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 not hook up to that amplifier. There's a slight possibility of overload." Marty looked at the remains of Doc's amplifier. Oops.

"Yeah," Marty said sheepishly, "I'll keep that in mind."

"Good, I'll see to you tonight. Don't forget now! 1:15 am tonight! Twin Pines Mall!"

"Right." Suddenly the room erupted in the sounds of alarms and bells. Marty covered his ears and turned to find all the clocks blaring at 8:00 in the morning.

"Or those my clocks I here?" Doc asked over the phone.

"Yeah!" Marty said loudly, hoping his voice makes it through, "Uh, it's 8:00!"

"Perfect!" Doc said excitedly, "My experiment worked! Those clocks are all exactly 25 minutes slow!" Marty stopped in his tracks and looked at the clocks again, shocked at what he just heard.

"Wait-wait a minute Doc," he said fearfully, "Are you telling me it's 8:25?"

"Precisely!"

"Damn!" Marty cried out, "I'm late for school!" He turned off his iPhone, grabbed his skateboard and began skating to Hill Valley High School. Skating may not be the correct word, since mainly all Marty does is roll on his skateboard and grab hold of a cars rear bumper. But hey, if it gets him around quickly, Marty could call it whatever he wants. His route took him through downtown Hill Valley, a relatively small city in California. He passed a fitness center full of pretty women in t-shirts and shorts, to which Marty gave a casual wave. Eventually he made his way to the High School and was about to rush in the front entrance, but bumped into his girlfriend Jennifer, with brown hair and a pink T-shirt.

"Marty! Don't go this way!" Jennifer called out urgently, "Strickland's looking for you! If he catches you it will be four tardies in a row!" She led Marty through the school's side entrance and into the hallway. Before continuing, she peeked around the corner, looking for the bald head that was Vice Principal Strickland.

"Okay, it's clear," she said quickly as she and Marty walked down the hallway.

"Look, it wasn't my fault this time," Marty said, "Doc had all his clocks set 25 minutes behind." He suddenly felt a firm hand land on his soulder.

"Doc?" said the voice of Mr. Strickland. Marty groaned and turned to the old stern man.

"You weren't by chance hanging out with old Doctor Emmet Brown, were you?" He ticked his tounge as he pulled out two yellow slips of paper.

"Tardy slip for you Ms. Parker," he said, "And one for you McFly, I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a nickel's worth of advice. This so called Dr. Brown of yours is dangerous, a real nutcase. I don't want you anywhere near that man."

"Oh, yes sir," Marty said sarcastically. Strickland glared at him.

"You have a real attitude problem McFly! You're a slacker! You remind me of your father when he went here, he was a slacker too."

"Can I go now, Mr. Strickland?" Marty asked annoyed. But Strickland didn't answer, instead he continued to stare at Marty, leaning in so close that their noses touched.

"I understand your band is trying out for the school dance this afternoon. Why even bother McFly? You're too much like your old man! NO MCFLY AMOUNTED TO ANYTHING IN THE HISTORY OF HILL VALLEY!" Marty just stared back at Mr. Strickland with a cool look in his eye.

"Yeah, well history is about to change."