Chapter Nine - Sandy, Baby, I'm In Misery.
Thursday
November 7th 1955
8:50am
"You two?!" A voice emerged from the deserted hallway. Ah great it was Strickland, "I'm talking to you slackers!"
"Hey, Mr Strickland." Marty pretended to be overly joyed with the apperance of Strickland.
"Don't back chat me boy! What are your names?" Obviously Strickland wasn't as joyful (I don't think I ever saw that man crack a smile),
"Marty Mc- Calvin Klein.." Marty answered first with his happy expression gone.
"Well what is it kid? Marty or Calvin?" Strickland was not impressed,
"Ha, people tend to call me Marty..." Marty trailed off, looking away from his burning gaze. Strickland turned to me,
"And you?"
"Sandy Olsen?" I questioned myself,
"Why are you two not in class?" Did his interragations never end?
"We seem to be lost." Marty lied,
"What do you want, a map? Get to class before I detend you both." He marched back the way he came leaving Marty and I alone once again.
"Still a complete and utter asshole." Marty muffled as he stared in the direction Strickland left.
"Well, I think we should do what he said and get to class." I shuffled to his side.
"You're right... Wait a minute did you call yourself Sandy Olsen?" He faced me with the typical grin on his face, I knew what was coming,
"What? It's the name I've been using, I couldn't exactly say my real name could I? You called yourself Calvin?"
"Yeah but I had no choice for that name." He chuckled, "Sandy Olsen? That's out of the film Grease right?"
"Oh stop it, It seemed okay name to say at the time." I punched his arm to stop him from taking the mick, "Come on, I'm going to class." I started to walk to the nearest classroom what was down the hall.
"Okay Sandy." He mimiked Danny Zuko's voice. He was slowly starting to piss me off.
"Will you shut the hell up!" I stormed off, I knew he was running - should I say skipping - after me because I could hear him singing,
"Sandyyyy, oh baby, I'm in misery..." As much as I would never admit it to him or anyone, he was actually quite funny. I tried so hard not to show my smile appearing on my face, I bit my lip and opened the classroom door.
Thursday
November 7th 1955
12:32pm
I could of died. The last few hours was a killer to get through. I hated Geometery and American History in 1985, it is even worse in 1955! Marty seemed to have boredom gnawed into his skull. We scattered out and towards the lunch cafeteria.
"Sam, I cannot cope with this no more, my brain is fried!" He stepped backwards and exagerrated his arms to show how he couldn't take this much longer.
"I'm sure you're just hungry Marty, stop being such a drama queen." I winked, "And looking in the cafeteria for your dad is a start."
"I'm not a drama queen..." He stood still with a sad look, like I offended him. I bumped straight into him.
"Ouch, What the hell Marty? Why'd you stop walking?" I saw his miserable expression, "Oh come on, stop pouting. I was joking around." I grabbed his arm and yanked him into the lunch-room.
The place was filled with hundreds of students, more than I expected. It looked exactly identical to the one in 1985 apart from it was so clean! The walls were bright white rather than the dull yellow. I couldn't find a spare seat anywhere it was that crowded.
"I've never seen the place so filled." I turned my head to where Marty should of been standing, "Marty? Where the hell have you gone?" He was pushing his way through student after student, I could see that he was making his way towards George McFly. "I guess you found your dad then..." I muttered as I copied his pattern through the crowd.
"You caught up then?" Marty mentioned as I made it to the table and sat down. I was silent, however, showed I wasn't to pleased. George was sitting across from us with notes and paper all over - he barely touched his lunch. He was furiously writing and fully concentrated he didn't even notice the two of us sit down.
"Hey, George buddy, what you got there?" Marty was intriuged. I zoned out for a moment or two, my stomach kept talking to me and my eyes kept drifting towards the huge trays of hot, steamy food. I was starving,
"Get outta town! I never knew you did anything creative? Let
me read some." Marty voice shot my eyes back into the two's chat.
"Oh, no no no, I never uh, I never let anybody read my stories." George pulled the papers to his chest before Marty could have a chance to look,
"Why not?" Marty asked,
"Well, what if they didn't like them, what if they told me I was no good. I guess that would be pretty hard for somebody to understand?" George looked back down to his notes.
"Uh no, not hard at all." Marty copied his dad's action and looked down at the table. I decided to help him and carry on,
"So, Hi George, about Lorraine." I paused, His face lit up even at sound of her name (that was a start), "She really likes you, she told me to tell you that she wants you to ask her to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance."
"Really?" George let out with a huge grin, even Marty was smilling but obviously not for the same reason.
"Oh yeah, all you got to do is go over there and ask her." It never really came to my surprised when his face turned to horror.
"What, right here right now in the cafeteria? What is she said no? I don't know if I could take that kind of rejection. Besides, I think she'd rather go with somebody else."
"Who?" Marty and I brows frowned,
"Biff." George pointed his shaken hand towards the table Biff, Lorraine and all their mates were on. He had one hand around her waist holding her down and the other gripping her wrist. I would of tried my damn right hardest to swing at him if I was her.
"Leave me alone!" Lorraine screamed,
"You want it, you know you want it, and you know you want me to give it to you." Biff voice was sickenly, Who on earth did he think he was?
"Shut your filthy mouth, I'm not that kind of girl." She was terrified,
"Marty do something." I heard myself blurt out. However, he was already on it,
"She said, get your meat hooks off, her, uh please..." Marty grip on his collar would of been a good threat if Biff stayed sitting. The height and muscle difference was the complete opposite. Marty would of gone flying across the room if Biff knuckles even knocked him in the slightest. I automatically stood up as I saw both of their fists about to charge into each others faces. Strickland came into the view and the whole cafeteria fell silent, Biff's tone seemed to change at the sight of Strickland,
"Since you're new here, I'm gonna cut you a break, today. So why don't you make like a tree, and get out of here." Was he really that stupid? It was make like a tree and leave. Everyone knew that! I thought I'd go over to see if Lorraine and Marty was okay,
"Where's George?" Marty didn't even give me a chance to speak.
"What? He is over there on the... table?" My arm fell, George was no longer sitting in his seat, the only things left were a few random pieces of paper and his dinner tray that wasn't touched. I looked back at Marty, he was no longer in his position either.
"For crying out loud, he can't stay still for five minutes." I didn't run after him, I decided to stay and talk to Lorraine.
"Hey Lorraine, are you okay?" I caught up with her as she began to walk out of the doors.
"Oh, hi and yeah I'm fine thank you. Sorry but who are you?" She seemed taken aback to why I was talking to her but her voice soon changed, "Do you know Calvin?"
"Marty? Yeah I know him. We are um, cousins. And my name is Sandy." I kept to my story. It was better to stay with the same one the have many I couldn't keep up with.
"Oh." She seemed to be forcing herself not to smile. Not much was exchanged between us as we got outside the school building. It was a bit awkward.
"Biff seems a bit of an ass." It was all I could think of, and I tried to get the subject off Marty.
"Yeah, he is. He is a bully and his friends are just as cruel."
"The apes?" Shit, she obviously didn't know the nickname I've gave them. I could see her wondering who I meant, "I mean, Skinhead and the other two."
"Oh, haa, that is quite a funny nickname." She giggled. That seemed to be the ice-breaker between the two of us. Fifteen minutes had and, ee managed to get all the way to Lou's Cafe.
"I said I would meet my friends in here." That was her hint of a goodbye.
"Ah, okay sure, I best go and find Marty anyway, see if he is alright and that."
"You can come in and join us if you want?"
"Oh no, I can't sorry, but thank you for the invite." I smiled and began to step in my direction,
"Nice to meet you Sandy, and thanks for walking-" She was cut off by a familiar voice,
"Well look at who has come back for more?" Biff and the apes glided around the corner and stopped us from walking in our directions.
"Go away Biff, I just want to go in and meet my friends, I don't want to talk to you."
"Oh come on Lorraine..." He edged forward to her. My reflexs told me to stand inbetween.
"Haven't you learnt from earlier Biff. She doesn't want you near her so back off and get stuffed." My tone was firm, I didn't even recognize myself. He backed away but then began to laugh with his mates. The others started their fake chuckles,
"And what are you going to do about it?" He bent over me and his face was now inches from mine. I never noticed that Lorraine ran away.
"Biff get the hell away from her you gigantic fool." Another voice I recognized came out from the shadows. Biff jumped back and his apes did the same.
"Anna, what are you doing in Hill Valley?" Biff voice sounded like it was earlier on when Strickland walked in. Yup, my mother was now here, great. Was this a bloody reunioun?
"Waiting for my ride, why? Am I not allowed to step foot in this shit-hole?" She was smaller than Biff but you knew who dominated.
"I never said that, did I guys?" They all shook their heads, "I was just wondering, shouldn't you be in Haysville, that is where you live right?" He was right against the window of the diner/cafe.
"Well, I couldn't be bothered with Haysville High today, so I decided to see to come here. And shouldn't you of beaten it by now?" Clearly she didn't want to talk to Biff. I finally saw a face I actually wanted to see. Marty was walking over to the diner, when he saw me with them, he ran over,
"Are you okay?" He whispered and stood infront of me for protection even though, Biff and my mom haven't really taken any notice of me. Marty's arrival stopped their bickering,
"Oh, so your back for beating?" Biff marched over, still angry that he couldn't punch the lights out of him earlier. My mom put her arm out to stop him from going for Marty, I also held Marty's arm to stop him from walking into his death.
"Who's this?!" My mom asked like he wasn't even there,
"That's, the Klein kid, Calvin Klein, her cousin." Skinhead was spoke as if I wasn't even there now. She ignored his comment and continued.
"So you're Calvin Klein huh?" She sounded just as slimy as Biff did,
"Yeah, what's it to ya?" Marty leaned forward. She laughed and turned to Biff, "I told you and your dorks to beat it!" She was an actual psycho, one minute she'd be calm and the next she would flip. How could she be my mother? Biff swayed not sure whether to go for a swing at Marty or to walk away. Seconds later he barged past,
"I will get you, one day." He whispered to him and left with his apes following. It was now, Me, Marty and my Mother standing on the sidewalk. I really didn't know what to expect.
"Who are you?" He asks,
"Oh, Sandy here hasn't told you.." She circled around Marty like she did to me (I guess that was how she tried to intimadate), "My name is Anna, Von Braun." She pulled her arm up to gesture a hand shake. Marty just stared and declined. She never seemed offended.
"So Sandy, You thought more about my proposition?"
"I told you what I thought about your proposition." I was not letting her use that car.
"Yes, but that wasn't the correct answer." She said it like it was some kind of threat.
"Sandy just told you the correct answer, So you can shove that proposition right up your-" Marty was interrupted,
"Has anyone ever told you, that you're really attractive when you're angry? We could go around the back and settle this like adults if you want?" What? My mom was actually trying to flirt and hit on him! Marty definitaley was stuck for words. Her face was so close to his ear and neck. It was sickening, this was my mom!
"Well, we now know why you are well known around here don't we?" Annoyance crept into my tone. She snapped her eyes from him to me,
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Well it is simple, do you charge or are your services for free?" I couldn't believe I just called my mom a whore.
"Why you little bitch! You are gonna regret you have ever said that!" She stormed over and raised her hand to smack me. Marty grabbed her arm before it swung. The sound of a Motarbike pulled up next to us,
"Anna, What are you doing, Come on, we are going to be late." The guy who was with Anna yesterday was sitting on a Harley-Davidson. Like a flip of switch my mother mood changed again, she un-hinged her hand from Marty's grip and smoothed her self out,
"Well I gotta be going, I will see you this Saturday." She jogged over to the bike and climbed on. Suddenly, she was gone.
"Talk about eventful, Sam." Marty began.
"Ladies and Gentleman, my mother..." I sighed.
"Well, you were right. No offence, but she is a right bitch." He kicked his feet as we started to walk away from the eventful scene.
"None taken. I would rather just forget what just happened."
"You called her a whore?!" He remembered my last comment.
"What you expect, she was coming on to you."
"Why? Was you jealous?" His ego could be above his head most times,
"No. You already got your own mom hitting on you, don't intend my mom on your back as well!" He laughed at my sentence, then looked disturbed.
"Okay enough talk about mothers, it's freaking me out." He waved his hands to gesture end of conversation,
"Tell me about it."
"Well, I found my dad just before I found you." We crossed the street,
"And?"
"I've got an idea, all we need is to wait until midnight, the radiation suit I had and Doc's car." He had a glint of excitement in his eyes,
"Wait, you lost me at radiation suit."
"Come on, I'll explain when we get to Doc's!"
"This better be a good Idea!" I ran after him. "I hate riddles...""
