The Twisted Diary Entries of Marty McFly

Created after a certain two siblings followed the wonderful advice of Back to the Chaos and ate sugar while watching BttF. I alone wrote the first entry, though, as my brother was doing his homework.

27th October 1985

Dear Diary,

My name is Martin Seamus McFly, but everybody calls me Marty. Except for Jennifer, who can't speak properly. I think something happened when I hit her head. Jennifer's my girlfriend. Actually, I don't like her because she's taller than me. But it's all about the money. She's rich. If I can con enough money from her, I can buy a flute. I want to play the flute.

I'm 17 this year. At least, I think so. I lost count a while ago. My math isn't that good. It's because my math teacher is weird. She died of a heart attack last year when she found out that the whole class had failed the exam. I got 23/100. It was the highest in class so my form teacher gave me a sweet. I didn't eat it. If you eat too many sweet things you can get diabetes. So I'm keeping it until I have a whole collection of sweets. Then I can sell it and buy a flute with the money. I want to play the flute. Really.

Actually, the exam was kinda easy, but my favourite pen ran out of ink in the middle of it. I don't like my other pens, so I left the rest of the paper blank and went to sleep. It was fun. I think I'll do it again next time.

My daddy has a BMW car. I tried to drive it once and accidentally crashed into a tree. Some of the white paint came out. I wanted to paint over but I only found green paint. I hope no one notices. I did quite a good job. And my art is better than my math. My art teacher is still alive, too. That day in art class I drew a flute. I really really want to play the flute.

I only know how to play the guitar. I'm the leader of this band known as 'The Pinheads'. Our original name was 'Hi-5', but we couldn't decide whether to spell it as 'High-5' or 'Hi-5'. I prefer 'Hi-5'. It's shorter and easier to spell. So anyway, we're now called 'The Pinheads'. It's even longer than 'High-5'.

If you want to know the truth, I can't play the guitar all that well either and neither can the rest of the band. Most of the time we just pretend to twang the strings while someone else plays nice music in the background. We tried that for the audition yesterday, but someone turned up the sound too much and we got disqualified. I think the teachers aren't very smart. The music was so loud that we all covered our ears and stopped pretending to play, but the teacher's still blamed us for the noise.

So they kicked us out. I don't like them. I don't like the school either, because they won't let me join the band. I want to join so I can play the flute. I want to play the flute because it's so shiny and can be used for swordfights.

I have to go now. A weird looking car just crashed into my tree house.

Marty

TO BE CONTINUED.