(November 12, 1955)

(3:30 PM)

The siblings couldn't believe just how fast the week had gone by. For those days, the siblings were trying everything they could to tell Doc about his unfortunate demise with the terrorists. For the time being, they had to get ready for the dance that night.

Marty was sticking with their dad, making a plan to get him and Lorraine together. Ally stuck with their mother, helping her pick out a dress for the dance.

(Marty)

Marty was helping George with some laundry. George was confused about the plan that Marty and Ally had come up with. "I don't understand. How can I go to the dance with Lorraine if she's already going to the dance with you?" he asked Marty.

Marty was carrying a bag over his shoulder as he walked with George to the back of his house. "Well, Ally and I have been saying she does want to go with you, but she doesn't know it yet. All you gotta do is show you, George Mcfly, are a fighter. Someone that will stand up for yourself and her." Marty answered.

"I've never picked a fight in my whole life," George said. Marty sets the laundry down on the ground by George. "You're not going to be picking a fight, dad." Marty said, looking down for a moment. Realizing what he said, he quickly looks up, "Dad, dad, daddio, coming to the rescue."

"Let's go over the plan again. Where you and Ally you gonna be at at 8:55?" Marty continued. "We're gonna be at the dance," George answered, hanging clothes up. "Right and where will I be?" Marty responded.

"In the parking lot with Lorraine," George answered again. Marty nodded and asked, "Right, at 9:00, she's gonna get angry at me," "Why would she get mad?" George asked, digging through the basket. Marty walked away from George, scratching the back of his head. "Well, George, girls always get angry when guys take advantage of them." Marty says hesitantly.

George perked up when Marty said that and walked over to him. "No, no, George, look, it's just an act, right? Okay, when you see me and Lorraine struggling in the car, you walk in and say…" Marty said, making hand gestures, "Your line, George," He turned back towards him.

George perked up and said, "'Hey, you! Get your damn hands off of her!' You think I oughta swear?" Marty rolled his eyes and walked back over to him. "Yes, George, goddammit swear. There's nothing wrong with it," Marty said.

(Ally)

At the same time, Ally had been with Lorraine, getting their outfits for tonight. She had bought a dark blue dress that comes down to her knees but would wear shorts underneath it, a jean jacket, and her sneakers. She never really liked wearing dresses but it was just for tonight.

The three girls walked out with their dresses that were in boxes. After leaving the store, Lorraine took out her dress. "Oh, look! It's beautiful!" Lorraine said, looking at both sides of the dress. "It's perfect, Lorraine!" her friend said, "What do you think, Ally?"

"It looks awesome, Lorraine. You're gonna knock 'em dead with that on!" she said with a smile. "Well, lookie, what we have here!" Biff laughed from behind them. Ally rolled her eyes at him, not in the mood to deal with him.

"Nice dress, Lorraine, but I think you look better with nothing on!" Biff said, trying to lift up her skirt. 'Not my mother, you prick!' Ally thought. She walked up and pushed the big guy away from her mother.

"Get the hell away from her, you asshat!" she spat at him. Biff looked at the fiesty fifteen-year-old, anger lighting up in his eyes. "You! You're the little bitch that broke my car! Now you're gonna pay for it!" Biff said, cracking his knuckles.

"Go ahead, asshat! You were too much of a suck up to Strickland to kick my ass before," Ally said, using her witts to piss him off. "Oh, you little-" he scowled, grabbing ahold of her shirt. He pulled her forward and raised a fist.

"Get off me!" Ally spat, fighting to get loose. "Someone's gotta show you some respect, you little bitch!" Biff shouted. Lorraine had to step in now and she shouted, "Biff, leave her alone!" Biff turns around to face her, still holding onto her shirt.

Ally had to get back to Marty and Doc, so she used her knee to hit him in the crotch as hard as she could. Biff cried out in pain, immediately dropping her to the ground. Ally didn't waste time to scramble to her feet and run for her life. Lorraine and her friends were yelling at her to run.

—_

Back at Doc's place, Ally was still in panic mode. She quickly rushed inside of the garage. She didn't look behind her once the whole way back. Doc and Marty heard Ally rush inside of the garage.

"Great Scott, Allison! Where's the fire?" Doc asked, noticing the panicked look on her face. Ally had to lean against the wall to catch her breath. "What's the matter, Ally? Weren't you with mom?" Marty asked.

"I was with her, b-but Biff had to get on our asses again. He nearly punched me in the face!" Ally said, swallowing hard. Marty was subtly angry that Biff touched her. "What'd you do?" Mart asked her.

"I, um… called him a suck up to Stickland and kneed him in the… bad area," she uttered hesitantly. She thought they were going to be mad that she did that, however, Marty was proud that his sister stuck up for herself like that.

"Why'd you do that?" Marty said with a laugh, smiling at her. "Well, we were getting our stuff for the dance tonight. Biff showed up, pulling up her skirt. Of course, I got pissed when he did this and got him off of her. That asshat grabbed my shirt and almost punched me because I had broke his windshield and he wanted me to pay. But I kneed him there and hauled ass." Ally explained.

"So you're telling me that Biff's gonna kill us when he sees us again?" Marty asked. "Yeeep," Ally sighed.