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After school let out, I was supposed to meet Marty's girlfriend Jennifer at the gym where all the bands were preparing for the audition. First, I stopped at the bathroom and took off my net gloves. The marks on my arms had been hurting all day; I guess I had cut a little too well last night. Now, maybe you can stop feeling so jealous of Marty all the time. But I knew I was only fooling myself. This is exactly what I told myself the very first time I made the first cut a year ago. Now it seems like I'm punishing myself every other day as evidenced by the faded cuts and the new ones that were bright red and very noticeable upon closer inspection. I quickly ran both of my arms under some cold water to help with some of the stinging until I could put some medicine on them later tonight while everyone was asleep. When I was done, I put my gloves back on and headed for the gym. All the band members were lined up in a straight line by the bleachers and four teacher judges who had chairs near the front of the stage. Then I saw Jennifer standing to the side.

"Hey, girl. I was about to come looking for you," she said.

"Hi Jen," I said.

"You ready for this?" she asked.

"Yeah I guess so," I responded.

"Are you okay? You seem like you got something on your mind," she said. Crap.

"Nah I'm fine. Just a little nervous for him that's all. He hasn't stopped talking about this for weeks," I said messing with my gloves and making sure they were pulled as high as they could.

"I know. He and I went out to dinner the other night and…" Jen said and was interrupted one of the judges holding a megaphone called for the next group.

"Here we go," Jen said as Marty's band walked up and started getting everything set up as quick as they could. Marty shot winked at us and we gave both him and the band a thumbs up.

"Alright….so….we're the Pinheads," Marty said on the microphone and the judges held up their clipboards. The drummer counted to three and the band started playing Power of Love. I couldn't help but smile as I watched the band playing their hardest but still looked like they were having a great time.

"Hold it, fellas, hold it hold it," one of the judges said with the megaphone in the middle of their performance. The band stopped playing and I saw Marty's color drop. "I'm afraid you're just too darn loud." The entire band froze and started looking at each other while the judge called for the next group without another word. Jen and I looked at each other and then back at the band still looking confused.

"Come on. Let's get the next group up here," the judge said and the band slowly walked off the stage with their instruments while talking amongst themselves. Marty didn't say a word and just walked out of the school without saying goodbye or even coming over to meet us.

"Come on Abby," Jen said and we ran after Marty. I quickly picked up my bike in front of the school and followed Jen who was running after my brother. By the time we caught up with him, he was walking through the park located in the middle of town square.

"Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name!" a van said with pictures all over it talking about the election that was coming up.

"Marty, are you okay?" Jen asked when we caught up with him and put an arm around him.

"Too loud. I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get the chance to play in front of anybody," Marty said.

"Would you relax? It was just one rejection and frankly those teachers aren't the best judges on what sounds good and what's out of date," I said jumping off my bike and walking on the other side of him.

"I don't know, kid. Maybe I'm just not cut out for music," he said and I rolled my eyes stopping dead in my tracks.

"Seriously? After everything you've done between learning how to play and forming your own band, you really think you're not cut out for this?!" I asked.

"She's right Marty and you're really good. This audition tape you guys made is great, you've got to send it to the record company," Jen said pushing the tape the band made last week to his chest and Marty caught it and put it in his pocket.

"I don't know Jen," Marty said and we all continued walking.

"Come on Marty, you know what Doc's always saying," she continued.

"Yeah I know, "if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything. But what if I send it in and they don't like it? What if they say, "get out of here kid, you got no future"? I just don't know if I could take that kind of rejection," Marty said and we came to a stop on the outside of the park near a bench.

"Chill out Dad," I said.

"Oh God, I am sounding like my old man," Marty said and I finally got a grin out of him.

"Oh stop it you two. He's not that bad. At least he's letting you borrow the car tomorrow night," Jen said. Oh, that's right. Marty and Jennifer were going on a little 'secret' date over the weekend.

"Man, check out that 4x4," Marty said standing on the bench looking at a Toyota black truck that was just being brought in. "Someday Jennifer," he said and pulled her up with him. "Wouldn't it be great to take that truck to the lake? Throw a couple of sleeping bags in the back? Look up at the stars?" he continued and started pulling her closer to him.

"Oh good grief," I said rolling my eyes and took a seat as far as I could on that bench.

"Just you wait till you find someone kid. You won't think it's gross then. Oh and he'll have to get a perfect score on the "big brother test" just as a warning," Marty said looking at me and then quickly turned his gaze back to Jennifer as they sat down.

"Thanks for the encouragement," I mumbled.

"Does your mom know? About tomorrow night?" she asked Marty.

"Get outta town! My mom thinks I'm going camping with the guys. Look, Jen, my mother would freak if she found out and I'd have to listen to this long speech about how she never did any of that stuff when she was my age," Marty said.

"She's just trying to keep you respectable," Jen said gently pinching Marty's chin.

"Well she's not doing a very good job," Marty said softly and started to lean in closer to Jen.

'Here it comes,' I thought rolling my eyes again. Suddenly just as they were about to do it, an old lady came right up to us and shook a can of coins right in the lovebird's faces.

"Save the clocktower! Save the clocktower! Mayor Wilson is sponsoring a campaign to fix that clock!" she said and we all turned around to look at the broken clock on City Hall. Marty and I had heard this story thousands of times before but the lady told us again anyway. "Thirty years ago, lightning struck that clocktower and the clock hasn't run since. We at the Hill Valley Preservation Society believe that it should be preserved exactly how it is. To preserve our town's history!" the lady said and Marty quickly reached into his pocket.

"Yeah yeah. Here's a quarter lady," Marty said putting it in the can.

"Thank you so much. Don't forget to take a flyer," she said handing them a flyer and we all waved goodbye with a phony smile on our faces.

"So, where were we?" Marty asked tilting Jen's chin back to his.

"Right about here," Jen said. Just as they leaned into each other, I held up my hand shielding my eye and started looking around downtown Hill Valley. Suddenly a horn sounded and a man called out for Jennifer. A brown car pulled up on the other side of the street and stopped.

"It's my dad," Jen said. "I gotta go."

"Alright, and thanks for trying to cheer me up Jen," Marty said letting her go. "I'll call you tonight!" Marty called when Jen was running across the street.

"Oh, I'll be at my grandma's. Here, I'll give you the number," she said running back up and writing down the number on the back of the clocktower flyer before the two gave each other a quick kiss. With that, Jen ran over to her dad's car and Mr. Parker pulled away. Marty meanwhile was still looking at the number Jennifer wrote down.

"Okay, can we go now?" I said.

"Yeah, I guess," Marty said pulling out his skateboard from his bag and putting the flyer in for safekeeping.

Break*Break*Break*Break*Break

Marty and I finally got all the way back to Lyon Estates just as the sun had gone down. Marty did a trick on his board and I gave a little chuckle when he landed. "Nice," I said.

"Thanks. I can still teach you how to ride. All you need to do is ask," he said in a 'hinting' kind of voice.

"I'll…..think about it," I lied and we pulled up to the house. We both slowed down because there was a tow-truck backing into our driveway with the family car's front completely destroyed behind it.

"Perfect. Just perfect," Marty said irritated. I parked my bike and followed him inside with a guilty expression on my face. Inside, our dad was talking to an 'acquaintance' of the family; Biff Tannen.

"…I can't believe you loan me your car without telling me there was a blind spot," Biff said. "I could have been killed!"

"N-now Biff. I never noticed that there was any kind of blindspot when I would drive it. Hi son, hi Abby," Dad said.

"What, are you blind Mcfly? How else do you explain that wreck out there?" Biff asked.

"N-now Biff. Can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damages?" dad asked.

"My insurance? It's your car Mcfly! Your insurance should cover it! All I'm wondering is who's gonna pay for this huh?" Biff said holding out his blue blazer in dad's face. "I spilled beer all over my shirt when that car ran into me. Oh, and where's my reports?" he continued grabbing dad by his tye. Meanwhile I reached in and grabbed a handful of candy from the jar sitting on the shelf. Marty grabbed two from my hand and I glared at him.

"Oh! Well, I haven't exactly finished them up yet, but…" suddenly Biff started knocking on dad's head.

"Hello? Hello? Anybody home? Huh? Think Mcfly, think! I gotta have time to retype them. Heck, do you know what would happen if I handed in your reports? I'd get fired! You wouldn't want that to happen would ya?" Biff asked. Marty and I looked at each other and slowly nodded at each other. "Would ya?!" he threatened while pulling dad's tye harder.

"Of course not Biff. I'll uh get to typing them tonight, and I'll run them over to you first thing tomorrow morning," Dad said as Biff stole some candy out of the jar.

"Hey, not too early though; I sleep in on Saturdays," Biff said and walked pasted our dad using his chest to hit his shoulder. Dad just did that awkward laugh of his while Biff went to the kitchen and took a beer from the fridge. "Come on Mcfly, I have your car towed all the way back to your house and all you got to offer me is Lite-beer? Show some respect," he said. That's when Marty walked over to the kitchen and glared at Biff.

"What are you looking at butthead?" he asked but Marty didn't move or say anything. "Say hi to your mom for me," he continued and finally left the house. Then it was just the three of us in complete silence.

"I know what you're going to say son, and you're right. You're right. But he just happens to be my supervisor and I'm just not that great at confrontations," Dad explained not even being able to look Marty right in the eyes. Marty put his hands on his hips and walked over to him.

"Dad, look at what he did to the car! You know I needed that car this weekend," Marty said.

"I know son, but all I can say is…I'm sorry," he said.

"Great! Fan-freaking-tastic," Marty said throwing up his arms and walked back outside slamming the screen door behind him.

That's all for right now. Please don't hesitate to let me know how you like or don't like it. We'll start to see a little bit more of Abby's character in the upcoming chapters so stay tuned.

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