Author's note: I really don't know what else to say except enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Back to the Future. I do own Abby and Jack(the police guy) if he can be counted…
"You know I haven't met any girl that threatens her boyfriend" Marty complained as he began to unravel the lights.
"Yeah, and before you met me you never knew anyone could shimmy up a drain pipe in a prom dress. What else is new?" I replied simply flipping a page in my math book.
"You know there are law suits that people can file due to threats" Marty continued.
"Yeah, probably" I admitted turning another page.
"And that doesn't worry you?" Marty asked pointedly.
"Why, should it? I'm just using a talent God gave me" I answered nonchalantly.
"A illegal talent" Marty muttered.
"Are you saying it's illegal to threaten your boyfriend so he'll unravel lights?" I laughed.
"Yeah" Marty answered.
"What are you the threat police?" I laughed kissing him softly.
"Hey, by the way what did you get for number five?" Marty asked setting down the lights to look at his notebook.
"California or Oregon. I couldn't decide" I admitted.
"How'd you get that from the mean of 35, 69, 72, and 43?"
"They are the biggest prune growing states. Over 140,000,000 pounds a year" I replied matter of factly.
"If only you had the same enthusiasm for math" Marty muttered.
"How can you put the same enthusiasm for math as for Prunes? That's like killing enthusiasm!" I explained.
Suddenly the clocks in the house all started ringing loudly.
"What time is it?" I screamed covering my ears.
"Eight o'clock" Marty yelled back.
"You ate a clock?" I screamed as the clocks stopped.
"Wait a minute" I said realizing something.
"Were supposed to be at the Packer's game by eight!" I yelled.
LATER AT THE PACKER'S GAME
Your probably wondering why in the world were so hyped about going to a Packer's game. I ask myself the same question every year. To be honest I really hate the Packers.
"The Packers are like the Jedi. You're wearing a 'Go Darth Vader' jersey!" I screamed at the Eagles.
Okay so maybe I do get a little excited about this stuff. But as you all know I'm weird. You heard about the person that got tasored on the Phillies baseball field. Yeah, well it happened on the Packer's field too once.
And I have the scars to prove it. Though if a teacher asked where I got it my answer is "Anyway except from a tasor because I ran onto the Packer's field."
I feel I also have to explain why we were so intent on getting there before eight o'clock. I mean they don't really care if your there a few minutes late right? You can always see the score if you missed a play right?
Well, ever since the tasor accident the police insist on making me walk through a metal detector and pat me down in case I'm carrying any weapons. That usually takes about a hour or so and by that time I've missed almost all my chances at yelling insults at the coaches.
It's not like I was carrying any weapons when I got tasored or anything. Jack(yes, I'm on a first name basis with some of the cops. He's the one that tasored me, but there are no hard feelings. We were basically even after I destroyed his car in my road rage.)
Jack says it's just a precaution, but precautions do not take an hour. Believe me I've been through a lot of them.
So by the time we got there and I went through the whole "precaution" the score was 10 to 6. Just another Christmas tradition when you think about it. As it happens were basically always late.
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