November 7, 1955
9:20 AM PST

As Doc was walking up to the entrance of the school with Marty and Jennifer, the teens were amazed. The school lawn was clean, and the school building was free of gravity.

'Whoa,' commented Marty, 'they really cleaned this place up. Looks brand new.'

'Now, remember,' said Doc, 'according to my theory - you interfered with your parents' first meeting. They don't meet, they don't fall in love, they won't get married, and they won't have kids. That's why your older brother's disappeared from that photograph. Your sister will follow and unless you repair the damages, you will be next.'

'This sounds pretty heavy,' commented Marty.

'Weight has nothing to do with it,' Doc said, confused.

Marty and Jennifer looked at each other, and they rolled their eyes. After peaking into a few classrooms, Marty finally saw her mother.

'Hey Doc!' called out Marty. 'Doc, there she is - right there, second row.'

Doc glanced into the window, and he said, 'Oh yeah, I see the resemblence.'

'Holy shit!' gasped Marty, 'She's cheating.'

Doc had just taken a drink from the drinking fountain, then he turned to Marty, and asked, 'Well?'

'Shes, she's my mom,' stammered Marty, a bit dejected. Doc patted Marty's back, comfortingly. Gee, talk about a big hypocrite, thought Marty. This is sure different from what she told us in 1985. She practically gave us the impression that she was a perfect little angel, as a kid.

Then, after awhile, the bell rang - andclass was out.

'I got an F anyway,' Marty heard Lorraine saying to her friends.

'Which one's your pop?' asked Doc.

'That's him,' said Marty, pointing to the boy who hack a 'Kick Me' sign pinned to his back - and some bullies were doing just that.

'Okay, okay, you guys,' George was saying. 'Oh, ha, ha, ha - very funny. Hey, you guys are being real mature.'

'Maybe you were adopted,' suggested Doc.

'Okay, real mature guys,' continued George. 'Okay, Biff, will you pick up my books?'

Then Mr. Strickland came by, and he called out, 'McFly!'

'That's Strickland,' gasped Marty. 'Jesus, didn't that guy ever have hair?'

'Shape up, man,' ordered Mr. Strickland. 'You're a slacker. You wanna be a slacker for the rest of your life?'

Gee, how mean can one get? Marty thought, angrily. Is his definition of a 'slacker' someone who mercilessly gets picked on? I can understand he calls me a slacker, because I'm sometimes late for school. Why does my father get called a 'slacker', though?

'No,' replied George.

'What did your mother ever see in that kid?' asked Doc.

Marty was taken aback by Doc's question. He figured that Doc, of all people, would be sympathic towards George. After all, there was one thing that George and Doc had in common. They were both misfits and misunderstood.

'I don't know, Doc,' mumbled Marty. 'I guess she felt sorry for him, cause her dad hit him with the car...' Then, realizing something, Marty continued, 'hit me with the car.'

'That's a Florence Nightingale effect,' explains Doc. 'It happens in hospitals, when nurses fall in love with their patients. Go to it, kid.'

Marty then walked over to George, and he said, 'Hey George, buddy! Hey, I've been looking all over for you. You remember me, the guy who saved your life the other day?'

'Yeah,' mumbled George.

'Good,' replied Marty, as he helped George pick up his books, 'there's somebody I'd like you to meet.'

Then Marty had spotted Lorraine with her friends, who Jennifer had joined.

'Lorraine,' called out Marty.

'Huey!' Lorraine called back. 'How are you?'

'Hey, listen, Lorraine,' said Marlene, 'I'd like you to meet my good friend, George McFly.'

'Hi,' George said, shyly, 'it's really a pleasure to meet you.'

'How's your head?' Lorraine asked, reaching out to touch Marty's head.

'He's doing fine, Lorraine,' Jennifer said, rather sharply. 'Now why don't you go say hi to George? That would be the polite thing to do. Wouldn't it?'

'Oh, uh, hi, George,' Lorraine stammered, half-heartedly.

Just then, the bell rang. George immediately headed off to class.

'I'm sorry I have to go,' said Lorraine. 'I guess I'll see you guys later.'

Marty and Jennifer then walked back to Doc.

'Doc,' Marty said, in desparation, 'she didn't even look at him.'

'Yeah,' agreed Jennifer, 'she only half-heartedly said 'hi' to him.'

'This is more serious than I thought,' Doc said, sighing. 'Apparently. your mother is not at all interested in your father. At least he doesn't appear to be amorously infatuated with you.'

'Yeah,' Marty said, sighing, 'now that would be heavy.'

'There's that word again, heavy,' said Doc. 'Why are things so heavy in the future? Is there a problem with the Earth's gravitational pull?'

'What?' Marty asked, confused.

'The only way we're gonna get those two to successfully meet is if they're alone together,' explained Doc. 'So you've got to get your father and mother to interact at some sort of social...'

'What, well, you mean like a date?' asked Marty.

'Right,' replied Doc.

'What kind of date?' asked Marty. 'I don't know - what do kids do in the fifties?'

'Well, they're your parents,' insisted Doc, 'you must know them. What are their common interests? What do they like to do together?'

Marty thought for a moment, then he said, 'Nothing.'

Then Doc walked over to some lockers, and he saw a poster for the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance.

'Look, there's a rhythmic ceremonial ritual coming up,' gasped Doc.

'Of course, the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance!' exclaimed Marty. 'They're supposed to go to this, that's where they kiss for the first time.'

'All right, kid,' said Doc, 'you stick to your father like glue - and make sure that he takes her to the dance.' Then, turning to Jennifer, Doc continued, 'As for you, you stick to his mother - and she make sure that she accepts Georges offer.'

'I think we can do this, Doc,' Jennifer said, with confident. 'After all, it's like what you're saying. If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything. This will be no exception.'

'So this is what I tell you guys in the future?' Doc asked, 'Interesting!'

oooooooooo

Marty walked into the cafeteria, and he saw that George was sitting alone. He walked up to George, and sat down next to me. He saw Jennifer join Lorraine and her friends.

'George, buddy. remember that girl I introduced you to, Lorraine?' Marty then noticed that George was writing something, and asked, 'What are you writing?'

'Uh, stories,' replied George. 'Science fiction stories, about visitors coming down to Earth from another planet.'

'Get out of town!' gasped Marty. 'I didn't know you did anything creative! Ah, let me read some.'

'Oh, no, no, no,' protested George. 'I never, uh, I never let anybody read my stories.'

'Why not?' asked Marty. He didn't quite understand the point of writing stories, if you never planned to have anyone read them.

'Well, what if they didn't like them?' asked George. 'What if they told me I was no good? I guess that would be pretty hard for somebody to understand.'

Actually, Marty knew that feeling all too well. His father's comment had reminded him of what he said to Jennifer after the the auditions a few days ago - or thirty years in the future, depending on how one looked at it.

'Uh, no, not hard at all,' Msrty said, softly. 'So anyway, George - now. Lorraine, 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 asked, a bit doubtfully.

'Oh, yeah,' said Marty, 'all you gotta do is go over there and ask her.'

'What, right here right now in the cafeteria?' George asked, mortified. 'What if 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?' asked Marty, concerned. Marty was shocked by how much of his father had runned off on him after his rejection at the dance auditions.

'Biff,' George said quietly.

Marty then looked over at Lorraine - and he saw that Biff and his gang were by her table pestering her.

oooooooooo

Jennifer really enjoyed getting to meet Lorraine - along with her friends, Babs and Betty. They all seemed nice enough, even if they were the popular girls.

'So, Lorraine,' asked Betty, 'how did you meet Pat anyway?'

'My dad accidently hit Huey over with a car,' explained Lorraine. 'Pat and I had bonded a bit, while Huey was out. She told me that Biff had hatassed her at the cafe. I know you're not supposed to hate anyone - but I just cannot think of anything nice to say about Biff. In fact, I wouldn't even shed any tears for him, if he suddenly died. In fact, I would feel relieved if it turned out he died. I know it sounds like a terrible thing to say, but...'

'It's not a terrible thing to say at all,' Jennifer said, softly. 'Believe me, I have just as much disgust for that piece of trash as you do. I don't understand why gets his jollies off of harassing other people - who haven't even done anything to him.'

'So, anyway, Pat,' asked Babs, 'Where did you and Huey come from? You seem like a very interesting girl, with a lot of spunk.'

'We're visiting from San Fransico,' explained from Jennifer. 'Huey decided to come here to visit his uncle.'

'You mean Dr. Brown?' asked Betty. 'I remember having him in third grade. He always made classes interesting. It's a shame that some people are so quick to judge him.'

'Our family hadn't moved to Hill Valley, yet,' explained Lorraine. 'So how did you and Huey meet?'

'Oh, when were assigned to work on a class project together,' explained Jennifer.

'You mean, your teacher actually assigned boys and girls together?' asked Babs, shocked.

'Well, yeah,' mumbled Jennifer, 'our teachers don't believe in gender segregation. They believe that males and females can be casual friends.'

'Sometimes, I wish there was gender segregation in the cafeteria,' groaned Lorraine. 'Then, at least, I wouldn't put up with harassment from Biff and his gang.'

'Ugh, speak of the devil,' groaned Betty, as she saw Biff and his gang approaching the table.

Jennifer saw the gang arrive, too, and she groaned. Was Biff going to harass her again? Well, she wasn't scared. She had the perfect way of humiliating Biff in public. All she had to do was loudly call him a child molester. Surely, in the 1950s, child molesting was seen as something scandelous.

'C'mon, c'mon,' urged Biff, as he grabbed for Lorraine.

'Leave me alone,' Lorraine demanded, fiercely.

'You want it,' Biff taunted. 'You know you want it, and you know you want me to give it to you.'

'Shut your filthy mouth,' ordered Lorraine. 'I'm not that kind of girl!'

'Yeah, go away, you child molester!' shrieked Jennifer, causing everyone in the cafeteria to stare at Biff. Lorraine stared at Jennifer, amazed.

'All right, you little bitch!' snarled Biff, turning his attention to Jennifer. 'You want to play games with me, huh? Well, I could play that game, too...' Then Biff screamed, 'You filthy whore!'

Jennifer then saw Marty marching to their table, raging.

'All right, Biff!' Marty demanded, seething, as he pushed Biff. 'You leave Jennifer and Lorraine alone! You hear me?'

Suddenly Biff stodd up, his tall height threatening Marty.

'So what's it to you, butthead?' asked Biff. 'You know you've been looking for a...'

Biff was about to fight Marty, when he saw Strickland standing there, watching.

'... 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.'

Biff then let go of Marty. Marty looked for George, but saw that he was gone.

'Jennifer, I'll see you tonight,' called out Marty, as he left to find George.

oooooooooo

'George!' called out Marty, as he found his father.

'Why do you keep following me around?' George asked, perturbed.

'Look, George,' insisted Marty. 'I'm telling you George, if you do not ask Lorraine to that dance, I'm gonna regret it for the rest of my life.'

'But I can't go to the dance,' argued George. 'I'll miss my favourite television program, Science Fiction Theater.'

'Yeah, but George,' insisted Marty. 'Lorraine wants to go with you. Give her a break.'

'Look, I'm just not ready to ask Lorraine out to the dance,' countered George, 'and not you, nor anybody else on this planet is gonna make me change my mind!'

George then stormed into the house, as Marty had an idea.

'Science Fiction Theater...' mumbled Marty.