Chapter Five

As he got closer to the school, Marty realized he was a little nervous.

"What am I so nervous for? I'm not going to be doing anything but watching."

He parked the Delorean in a vacant lot near the school so as not to draw attention to it with all the teenagers walking around. He got out, smoothed out the wrinkles in his pants and proceeded to the big open doors of the front.

He knew right where to go as he waited for the bell to ring. The bathroom. No teacher would find him there and he could gather his thoughts and assemble a plan of action. As he was pacing back and forth across the floor, Mr. Strickland came in with his tardy notepad in his hand.

"McFly…..You're late for class."

Marty whirled around in a flash at the sound of that familiar voice.

"Uh, Mr. Strickland, hi, um, what are you doing here?"

"Well, Mr. McFly, I always check the bathrooms after the tardy bell rings for slackers trying to skip out on class. Kind of like you are."

"Um, no, you see, I don't go to school…."

"You don't go to school?"

"What I meant to say was that…uh, um."

"That's exactly what I thought. You have no excuse."

Strickland pulled out his notepad and began to scrawl quickly and then when finished, he handed it to Marty.

"There you go Mr. McFly. Detention awaits you this afternoon after school. Be there."

And with that, he walked out of the bathroom.

"Whew, that was a close one."

But before Marty could fully relax, in walked Strickland again.

"Oh, Marty, why don't I just escort you to your homeroom class."

Marty gulped as he followed behind Strickland to a class from the past.