Authur's Note: This story of Marty McFly (who later becomes Calvin McFly of the Almanac Universe) takes place in the Hell Valley Timeline.

June 19, 1985
10:00 PM CET

Marty McFly just sighed to himself, as he felt terribly unhappy about his life. Granted, the boarding school he lived at was nice enough. However, he wished rather badly to have a real family. Unfortunately, his stepfather was Biff Tannen - who was very rich and powerful. He was the richest man in the world, and he was very evil and corrupt.

George, his biological father, was actually shot and killed in March 12 of 1973. Marty wasn't even five, yet - and he barely remembered his father. From what all he could remember, his father was very confident. He father also really loved science fiction.

Lorraine, his mother, was soon married to Biff Tannen. From what Marty recalled, Biff had promised Lorraine to really support her and the children. Not long after marriage, though, Biff began to show his true colours. He was verbally and physically abusive.

Marty hated going home to Hill Valley, California. The town had become a wasteland, and he would have to put up with abuse from Biff. Boarding school was sure a haven for him, where he really wouldn't have to put up with Biff's abuse. He would certainly be careful to not get kicked out of this boarding school. He feared the wrath of Biff.

He thought of the band that he formed, as he hoped to become very famous. He was so unsure, though. As far as his stepfather was concerned, Marty would simply never amount to anything. Tears filled his eyes, as he thought of Biff's hurtful comments.

The sad thing was, not everyone realized that Biff was a very evil man. Many people felt that Biff was a real noble and efficient man. After all, as they would reason, why else would God have allowed him to be so lucky? Marty shook his head, in dismay.

At least, most of the people in Switzerland seemed to be aware of Biff's wiles. For the most part, Biff was not allowed to set foot in other countries. Still, knowing that didn't quite make Marty feel entirely safe. After all, Biff had a lot of people working for him - and Biff could easily hire someone to kill Marty. The thought simply frightened Marty.

Marty thought of what might happen, once he graduated from school. He wasn't quite looking forward to the day. He was worried that he might really meet the same fate of his siblings. Dave was a drunken bum, while Linda ended up working as a prostitute.

He felt sorry for his mother, as she simply had to put up with Biff on a daily basis. He never did understand why Biff was married Lorraine. After all, it wasn't as though he truly loved her. He certainly didn't love her children. He didn't seem to love anyone.

Marty sighed, as he began to wonder if life was even worth living. For some reason, Marty simply seemed to be the most despised by Biff. Marty never could understood why. Maybe it was because Marty bawled all through the wedding. He couldn't quite understand why his mother was so quick to move on. He was so young, back then.

Marty thought of his Grandma Stella, and how she died ten years ago. Biff ended up evicting her from her home - and, not long afterward, she died of the flu. She simply loved her family - and, tearfully, she kept pleading with Lorraine to not marry Biff.

Lorraine's younger brother, Joey, was jailed ten years ago. Marty always wondered if Biff had any part in it. By then, Biff was already so powerful - and he really seemed to have it in for Lorraine's family. After marrying Lorraine, Biff was so possessive of her.

Marty then thought of his Uncle Milton and Aunt Susan. He had no idea what became of them - or their son. Brent. Marty had been real close to Brent, who was just a few months younger. After the wedding, though, Marty never again saw them. It was so long ago, and he wondered if Brent was still alive - and, if so, what his life was like.

Sally, Toby, and Ellen seemed to disappear from the face of the earth, as well. From what Marty remembered, the former two were married - but he just didn't remember the names of their spouses. As for Ellen, he remembered her as a young teenager.

Marty checked his watch, and saw how late it was getting. Tomorrow was actually his birthday, but he just didn't have much to forward to. Granted, the school would have a cake for him - and he would receive a few cards. That really was about all, though.

Marty reached into his desk drawer, as he pulled out a gift that he quite treasured. It was a story that his father rather hoped to have published, which was called A Match Made In Space - which, from what Marty could remember, was actually based on how George and Lorraine met. Marty felt that it was a real interesting premise for a story.

Marty wondered if his father really was visited by an alien. These days, Marty really wasn't sure of what he believed. He wasn't even sure if God existed. Still, he wasn't one to dismiss the idea of aliens. After all, outer space certainly was a huge place.

At the time of his death, George had started on the third draft of the story. As Marty thought of how his parents met, he simply realized how the beautiful love story had a tragic ending. Marty thought of trying to get his father's story published for him.

Marty gently picked up his guitar, as he thought of how it had been a gift for him. He quite remembered that Dr. Emmett Brown was the one who bought the guitar. Marty really looked up to Dr. Brown as an uncle. Dr. Brown and George were both part of a movement to overthrow Biffco. Unfortunately, the plan had been very unsuccessful.

Right now, Marty wanted nothing more than to play his guitar. However, it was quite late at night - and instruments couldn't be played in the bedrooms. Marty then picked up the sheet for the song that he recently wrote. It was called Wicked Stepfather.

His bandmates had all loved the song - and Marty wished to play it, right now. He was very scared of what his stepfather would say, though. He knew that Biff was wanting to pass a law that would consider speaking out against Biff to be an act of treason.

Marty picked up the report that he wrote on George Orwell's novel, 1984. He actually had a feeling that Orwell's predictions weren't too far away. Biff Tannen sure seemed to have no respect over what the United States was built upon. He was really turning the country into a totalitarian nation, as people might end up losing their freedoms.

He often wondered why Biff didn't just bother running for president himself. He quite seemed to have a lot of influence over the country. He was the very epitome of why the love of money was the root of all evil. People were so easy to bribe with money.

While the current circumstances of the United States were considerably different from Orwell's novel, one thing sure remained the same. People with much influence were so hungry for power, they most certainly had no regard for the welfare of anyone else.

In fact, the people in power were only too eager to threaten the lesser people. Power was what made this place a sick sad world... a crapsack world... a dystopia. He rather despaired of what would become of the future generations. It sure seemed so unlikely that this world could ever improve. It really looked like the damage was already done.

Marty wondered how much longer Biff would be alive. He knew that it was wrong to wish death on anyone, but Biff was single-handedly the one to make the world be a terrifying place. Even long after Biff was gone, it would be quite hard to fix things.

He wondered if he would ever be able to have a family. He couldn't even seem to find a girlfriend. Granted, many girls found him to be quite cute - they were likely so afraid of marrying the stepson of the great tyrant. Marty couldn't exactly blame them for it.

As Marty turned off the light, he thought of how Biff became so filthy rich. He always suspected that there was some sort of foul play at work. After all, it seemed way too suspicious to think that one could win every bet. Of course, it was real foolish to wish a lot of money on your first bet. Yet, that was what Biff did - and he actually won.

Tears filled Marty's eyes, as he thought of his father - and how he wished his father was still alive. He had always suspected that Biff was the one who shot George. Biff was all too quick to marry Lorraine, after all. He didn't dare confront Biff, though.

As Marty glanced out of his window, he saw that it was raining hard. Marty wondered just how much longer the earth would last. After all, with Biffco, he sure had a feeling that the ozone layer would quickly wear thin. It was a real scary thought to consider.

Marty tried to remember when it was, that Biff rose to power. From what all he knew, Biff had one his first bet in 1958, shortly after he turned 21. Maybe, there simply was no definite year. He thought about the hippie movement of the late-'60s - and how all of their efforts to protest the Viet Nam War proved futile, as the war was still raging.

As he thought back to Orwell's novel, he realized that there was a perpetual war. Of course, Richard Nixon often claimed that he wished to end the war - but it really was nothing but a huge lie. It was so similar to the war that was raging in Orwell's world.

Marty suddenly flopped onto his bed, as he began to cry. He felt so helpless, and he wished he would fight back against his stepfather. However, Biff was simply so much bigger and stronger than Marty. Also, none of the previous protests have worked.

Marty had a feeling that he was in for yet another more depressing year. Most of the time, he tried to be optimistic - but it was increasingly becoming harder to do. It really seemed useless to look for anything that was so good about this world. Biff was quite ruthless, after all. There was only one thing that Marty could wish for: a big miracle!