November 12, 1955
8:30 PM PST

Jennifer was in the gym of Hill Valley High School. She figured Marty wouldn't mind if she danced with some the other boys. She even danced with George for a song. Just, when Jennifer had to use the bathroom - she ran into none other than Biff Tannen.

'All right, you little bitch!' snarled Biff. 'You're going to get it, now! Nobody dares humiliate me in public, and gets away with it!'

'Aww, poo widdle Biffy!' Jennifer sneered. 'Can't take what you dish out, huh?'

'Hare dare you talk to me in that manner?' demanded Biff, as he reached out to punch Jennifer.

However, Biff was in for a surprise. He had underestimated Jennifer's fighting ability. Jennifer had taken martial arts, and she had taken advantage of her skills. She managed to beat up Biff, until Biff was unconscious. Many of the kids were staring at Jennifer, amazed. Many were obviously impressed that a girl was able to beat up a bully like Biff Tannen.

'You're a hero, Pat,' gushed a blonde girl.

Then, Babs walked up to Jennifer - and she gazed at Jennifer adoringly.

'I've never met a girl like you before, Pat,' Babs whispered. 'You were so amazing. You ought to be proud of yourself, you know?'

'Thanks, Babs,' whispered Jennifer, smiling.

'So where did you learn to fight like that, anyway?' asked Babs, smiling.

'Uh, from my father,' replied Jennifer. 'He felt it was important for me to learn to fight - in case a man had ever tried to take advantage of me, you know?'

'I can tell your father looks out after you,' Babs said, softly. 'Say, can I share a little secret with you? You're not the judgemental type, are now?'

'Uh, no,' replied Jennifer, 'I take a live and let live approach. I don't believe in judging anyone.'

'Okay, here goes, then,' Babs said, quietly. 'I have never been that much attracted to men. I mean, I don't dislike men or anything - and I have a few male friends. I just mean, I'm not attracted to men in a romantic kind of way. Do you get what I am saying - or do you think me strange?'

'Uh, no, I understand,' Jennifer said, softly.

'Okay, well, that's not all,' Babs said, blushing. 'I find myself being attracted to women, instead. My parents would be horrified, though - if they ever knew that. They say it's not natural to be attracted to people of your own sex.'

'So you mean you're a... a... a lesbian?' Jennifer asked, stunned.

'What's a lesbian?' asked Babs, confused.

'Well, simply put,' replied Jennifer, 'it's a woman who is romantically attracted to other women.'

'Oh, I see,' Babs said, blushing. 'Then, yeah, I guess I am.'

oooooooooo

Marty pulled to the high school with Lorraine in Doc's Packard. He then stopped the car.

'Do you mind if we park for a while?' Marty asked, nervously.

'That's a great idea,' gasped Lorraine. 'I'd love to park.'

Marty was stunned That wasn't at all what Marty expected to hear. It seemed that his mother back in 1985 had lied to him about many things.

'Huh?' Marty asked, confused.

'Well, Huey, I'm almost 18 years old,' explained Lorraine. 'It's not like I've never parked before.'

'What?' Marty asked, still stunned. One thing was certain. This night was a real eye-opener for Marty. He was starting to see that his mother was not all that she claimed to be in 1985.

'Huey, you seem so nervous,' Lorraine said, concerned. 'Is something wrong?'

'No, no,' stammered Marty, not very convincingly.

Lorraine then took a sip of alcohol from a bottle she had bought.

'Lorraine, Lorraine,' Marty gasped, concerned, 'what are you doing?'

Lorraine giggled a bit, and she said, 'I swiped it from the old lady's liquor cabinet.'

'Yeah, well, you shouldn't drink,' Marty insisted.

'Why not?' demanded Lorraine, somewhat perturbed.

'Because,' Marty said, quietly, 'you might regret it later in life.' Please, Mom, Marty thought, I don't want you to be an alcoholic when I return to 1985.

'Marty, don't be such a square,' countered Lorraine. 'Everybody who's anybody drinks.'

Marty took a sip, but he spit it back out when he saw Lorraine lighting up a cigarette!

'Jesus,' gasped Marty, 'you smoke too?'

Lorraine took off her jacket to reveal her dress, and she said, 'Huey, you're beginning to sound just like my mother! When I have kids, I'm going to let them do anything they want. Anything at all.'

'I'd like to have that in writing,' muttered Marty.

'Huh?' asked Lorraine, confused by Marty's remark.

'Oh, uh, never mind,' stammered Marty.

oooooooooo

'We're gonna take a little break,' Marvin Berry told the audience, 'but we'll be back in a while so, don't nobody go nowhere.'

Jennifer decided to see how Marty was doing with Lorraine. She saw Biff and his gang locking George into the phone booth.

'Listen, I gotta get out,' George insisted. 'Listen, this isn't funny, guys! Listen! Mr. Strickland, those no good guys they just locked me in.'

'You see?' Mr Strickland asked. 'You see what happens to slackers, McFly?'

'Yes, yes, Mr. Strickland?' George replied. 'Mr. Strickland, you gotta let me outta here.'

Mr. Strickland just walked away, without bothering to let George out. Rage began to boil up inside of Jennifer. Mr. Strickland had just hit an all time low. Instead of going after the bullies who were harassing George, he went after George himself. It was the whole 'blame the victim' mentality that made Jennifer sick to her stomach. He was apparently one of those who believe that victims always got picked on because they somehow provoked the tormentors into doing so. It has apparently never crossed his mind that some people are just plain mean, and will torment people for no good reason at all. Jennifer had walked up to the phone booth, and fred George right away.

'Oh, thank you, Pat,' George said, relieved.

'Hey, no problem,' Jennifer repled, smiling. 'In a way, I think Strickland is even more of a bastard than Biff Tannen is. I mean, Strickland is a middle-aged man, and he should know better. Well, actually, Biff should, too - but Strickland even more so, since he's much older.'

'Right, right,' mumbled George. 'Look, I gotta go. Maybe we can talk later.'

Jennifer's concern then went towards Marty - and Lorraine, for that matter. What if Lorraine ended up hating her son, because he reminded her of the boy who took advantage of her - if she even ended up marrying George, that is.

oooooooooo

'Huey, why are you so nervous?' asked Lorraine, concerned.

'Lorraine, have you ever, uh,' stammered Marty, 'been in a situation where you know you had to act a certain way - but when you got there, you didn't know if you could go through with it?'

'Oh, you mean how you're supposed to act on a first date?' Lorraine asked, gently.

'Ah, well, sort of,' stammered Marty.

'I think I know exactly what you mean,' replied Lorraine.

'You do?' Marty asked, somewhat confused.

'You know what I do in those situations?' asked Lorraine.

'What?' Marty asked, nervously.

'I don't worry,' repled Lorraine. She then kissed Marty for awhile. She then stopped and turned to him.

'This is all wrong,' Lorraine said, with a sigh. 'I don't know what it is, but when I kiss you, it's like kissing...' Lorraine paused a bit. '... my brother. I guess that doesn't make any sense, does it?'

'No, it makes perfect sense,' Marty said, with relief.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the car door.

'Someone's coming,' Lorraine whispered, panicked.

The car door opened. Marty, thinking it was George, turned around - and saw it was Biff with his gang! Biff pulled Marty out of the car.

'You cost 300 bucks damage to my car, you son of a bitch. And I'm gonna take it out of your ass,' Biff sneered. Then turning to his gang, Biff said, 'Hold him.'

'Let him go, Biff,' insisted Lorraine. 'You're drunk.'

'Well, lookie what we have here!' smirked Biff.

Lorraine covered up her dress a bit by backing into the car. Biff followed her, though.

'No, no, no,' Niff sneered. 'You're staying right here with me.'

'Stop it!' shouted Lorraine.

'C'mon!' urged Biff.

'Stop it!' repeated Lorraine.

'C'mon!' Biff repeated.

'Leave her alone, you bastard!' shouted Marty.

'You guys, take him in back,' Biff instructed his gang, 'and I'll be right there.'

The gang continued to watch Biff, though.

'Well, c'mon,' insisted Biff, 'this ain't no peep show!'

Biff closed the door, while his gang took Marty off. They then spotted a car.

'Let's put him in there,' suggested Skinhead.

'Yeah,' agreed 3-D.

'That's for messing up my hair,' continued Skinhead.

They put Marty in the trunk, and then they locked the door. One of the Starlighters, named Reginald, opened the car door and faced the gang.

'The hell you doing to my car?' demanded Reginald.

'Hey beat it, spook,' said 3-D. 'This don't concern you.'

The other Starlighters, including Marvin, got out of the car.

'Who are you calling spook, pecker-wood?' demanded Marvin.

'Hey, hey, listen, guys,' said Skinhead. 'Look, I don't wanna mess with no reefer addicts, okay?'

Three of the Starlighters then chased Biff's gang off. Marvin and Reginald turned to the car. Marty tapped the trunk of the car from inside.

'C'mon, open up,' called out Marty. 'Let me out of here!'

'Reginald, where're your keys?' asked Marvin.

'The keys are in the trunk,' replied Marty.

'Say that again?' Marvin asked, in disbelief.

'I said the keys are in here!' repeated Marty.