Author's note: This chapter is dedicated to Michael J. Fox. I hope to meet him someday and star with him in a movie. Someday I hope we get a cure for Parkinson's. I don't exactly believe what Michael J. Fox wants is right, though. Its baby's embryos that he wants to use are from aborted babies. I don't believe in abortion or women's choice as some people say to try to justify it. Think about it! Were killing our next generation and trying to save trees for the next generation. It's horrible! Anyway, sorry about that. I get carried away when I think about abortion. Please read on and ignore my ramblings!
"We are so dead" I whispered in shock.
"Since when are we dead?" Marty asked nonchalantly picking up the play gun to play Wild Gunman again.
"Since your son walked through the door" I said panicking.
"Oh, come on Abby I'm really supposed to believe that my son just walked in. I know you! You just want me to mess up again" Marty said unbelievingly.
"Marty, I'm serious! And it wasn't my fault you lost last time!" I cried scared whirling Marty around. There was our son at the counter asking for a Pepsi in a geeky voice.
"I don't know why you insist that he's our son. He could just be a relative" Marty said trying to reassure me and him.
"You always get the same thing Mcfly! Could you try something else for a change?" the video Michael Jackson asked annoyed.
"Well, what if I didn't like it! I just don't think I could take the humiliation" the younger version of Marty explained in a very high-pitched voice. Marty looked at me with that this-proves-he's-your-son-more-than-mine look.
"And you think I walk around saying that? You're funny Marty. You know that" I laughed. Suddenly, we heard a familiar voice.
"Hey Mcfly, I thought I told you to stay in here" Griff yelled.
"Holy!" Marty started pulling me behind the counter.
"I know!" I ended. Marty and me breathed heavily as we thought of what to do next.
"So what's the plan" I whispered.
"Does it look like I know! I'm thinking! You're the social studies babe! You should be thinking of a way to fix this! Anywhere in history did someone go into the future and pretend to be their children to stop their children from running their life, and suddenly it went all wrong and there children appeared when they weren't supposed to?" Marty asked.
"Not that I can recall. But we haven't gotten to the Civil War yet. Maybe something like that happened there? You never know, a lot of crazy stuff happened at that time" I admitted.
"You're no help" Marty scoffed.
"Well it's not like it's an easy problem with an easy solution!" I cried in my defense as I peered over the counter.
"Oh, no" I said softly.
"What?" Marty asked loudly.
"Who said that?" Griff said loudly. He had thought they were all alone.
"I said who said that!" Griff yelled throwing the things off the shelf behind the counter. I grimaced as I heard the glass hit the floor.
"Everything always comes down to your big mouth" I whispered to Marty.
"It's not as big as yours" Marty replied.
"Hey, Griff come on I didn't hear anything. It was probably nothing. Come on, I thought we were gonna bust this punk" a girl's voice interjected.
"Shut up Irene! There's a reason that Brandon dumped you for Abigail Brown! You talk exactly when you're not supposed to! If that Abigail hadn't gone for this punk's father you wouldn't even be married to him! Now let's bust this punk!" Griff roared.
"Wow, Brandon really took it hard" I admitted.
"Griff, guys. How's it going?" Marty junior asked in his high-pitched voice.
"Mcfly!" Griff yelled.
"Yeah?" Marty junior asked excitedly. Marty started crawling around the corner of the counter. I followed him.
"Your shoe's unbelted" Griff said playfully.
Marty Junior looked as Griff punched him and his gang laughed. Marty Junior fell onto the counter with a whine.
"So Mcfly, have you made a decision about tonight's opportunity?" Griff said loudly.
"Um, yeah Griff, you know, I was thinking about it and I'm not sure because I just think it might just be a little bit dangerous. And well my mom would really hate if me and my sister got in trouble. She's gonna take us with her when she stars in The Titanic: Jack returns. Me and my sister are going to be extras and I don't want to ruin it for us" Marty junior started to explain.
"Come on, Mcfly! You know your mother doesn't want you in that movie! She wants to get rid of you so you won't see her and Brandon together. You and your sister both know that she's gonna leave your dad for Brandon" Griff laughed loudly.
"Hey, that's my mom you're talking about! She loves us more than your mother ever could!" Marty senior replied in defense.
"Everyone just loves to make fun of me don't they?" I whispered to Marty.
"I would do it if I were you" Irene said punching him in the face.
"Ooh!" Marty junior moaned.
"He's a complete wimp!" Marty cried horrified.
"What else did you expect your son to be?" I shrugged. Marty junior got up his mind made up.
"So what's it going to be Mcfly? Are you in, or out?" Griff asked gruffly daring him to say no.
"Um, I just, um, um, I'm not sure that I should, you know, because I think that I should discuss it with my father" Marty junior tried to explain again.
"Your father? The no good man that married your mother?" Griff yelled in surprise. "Wrong answer Mcfly!" he finished as he threw Marty Junior over the counter on top of me.
"Umph" I cried as his hundred pound body fell on me.
"OK Griff, I'll do it, I'll do it buddy, whatever you say" Marty Junior whispered before he passed out of top of me. I crawled out from under him.
"Stay down and shut up!" Marty advised his son as he got up making Griff and his gang think it was still Marty Junior. Marty hopped over the counter.
"Now, let's hear the right answer!" Griff said having no idea that he wasn't talking to the same person. Marty shoved Griff.
"Well! Since when did you become the physical type?" Griff asked impressed.
"The answer's no, Griff" Marty replied not backing down.
"No?" Griff asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, what are you, deaf and stupid? I said no!" Marty yelled harshly. Marty headed to the door when Griff said the wrong thing.
"What's wrong Mcfly, chicken?" Griff yelled. This was when I knew my acting expertises were needed. I decided to go with the Oh-I-lost-my-earring-thing.
"Oh, there you are" I said standing up and pretending I was holding my earring.
"I was wondering where you were, Abby. How are you doing?" Griff said becoming sweet all of the sudden.
"Oh, I'm doing great" I said removing his hand from me.
"So, what about tonight? You know it could make you much richer. Think about what you're mom would say if you came home with all that money?" Griff explained.
"Sorry, Griff I don't do the money thing. My mom brings in enough, thank you very much" I said getting away from his grip.
"What did you just call me, Griff?" Marty asked not about to let it go.
"Chicken, Mcfly!" Griff replied mad because I wasn't giving in.
"Nobody calls me..." Marty started, but he was me mouth for him stop. He looked at Griff's bat. He smiled faintly as he finished "chicken." Griff got his baseball bat and charged at Marty.
Griff missed Marty but hit the "Ronald Reagan" video waiter. I watched as Griff grew taller as he shoes became taller.
"All right, punk!" Griff said racing after him again.
"Hey look!" Marty tried pointed into a random direction. Griff looked as Marty tried to punch him. But Griff caught Marty's fist and smiled evilly. I walked up to Marty.
"Hey, Griff it was nice seeing you and stuff, but I don't go for older guys" I said as I kicked him you know where. He toppled over into the others as Marty and me ran out the door.
"Hey Marty girls on skateboards at three o'clock" I cried pointing.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Stop, little girl, little girls, stop! Look!" Marty yelled taking a girl off her skateboard.
"Hey!" the little cried in defiance.
"Yeah, sorry about this, but I need yours too" I said lifting the other girl off hers.
"Wait a minute, Abby! This isn't exactly a skateboard" Marty said.
"Yes, it is. It's not like its Hoverboard or anything" I scoffed as I looked at it. Right on the front it said in big bold letters Hoverboard.
"Okay, I guess I'm wrong" I said hopping on.
"Wow, this is so cool!" I said as I spun around on it.
"I don't think this is such a great idea" Marty admitted.
"Oh come on, what's the worst that could happen? They follow us on Hoverboards?" I asked as they appeared on Hoverboards.
"This just isn't a good day" I sighed as Marty and me ran.
R/r What do you think?