Part One (633 KB) - Whoa is (Not)

“Freddy the Pizza Dude,” Bob explained. “I knew him when we were in school. He used to work in that
pizza joint down the road, but one day there was an accident and he got killed – fell into the oven or
something. Never forgave them. Now and then he steals a pizza or two and gives ‘em to others for
free. I told him you were coming.”
“I guess lunch’s settled then,” Frank said, picking up the pizza box and placing it on the somewhat dusty
kitchen counter. He gazed around and his eyes settled on the pile of boxes lying in the room. “Now I
just gotta unpack.”
“Sofa…” Eddie breathed from upstairs.
Chapter Five
13 th December 1985, Friday
Hill Valley, California
Marty McFly drummed his fingers impatiently against his school desk as he stared at the clock, counting
down the minutes to the end of school. He wasn’t the only one doing the latter, for the teacher was
speaking on a particularly boring topic today, and about half the class were either asleep or on the verge
of doing so. Only two or three students were staring enthralled at Mrs. Ferguson, hanging onto her
every word with looks of rapt wonder on their faces.
Marty didn’t understand them, and neither did anyone else.
Come on… he thought desperately, willing the clock to hurry up. He couldn’t wait to go to Doc’s garage
and have another go at the computer, and it wasn’t as if the teacher was saying anything remotely
interesting or important that he couldn’t find out for himself on the Internet.
Finally, the school bell rang, and the class joyfully ran out of the room amidst the sound of Mrs.
Ferguson yelling out their homework for the day. Grinning as he slammed his locker door shut minutes
later, Marty turned to leave when he saw a classmate, David, rushing towards him.
“Hey, Marty!” he yelled. “Strickland wants to see you in his office. I think you’d better go… he looks
kinda mad.”
The grin vanished from Marty’s face as he trudged along the corridor to the principal’s office. What
now Marty wondered as they entered the room.
“You asked to see me, sir”
Mr. Strickland, sitting behind his desk, looked Marty squarely in the eye. “Mr. McFly, do you have any
idea how many tardy slips you’ve collected since January this year”
Marty blinked and tried his best to be polite. “Uh… no, sir.” So this was about his lateness again It
was probably about the thousandth time he’d been sent to the principal’s office for that… although the
teen had to admit that Mr. Strickland’s next words had a point.
“Eighty-three,” Strickland hissed in a dangerously soft voice, which suddenly went up in volume, causing
the teen to jump. “EIGHTY-THREE! That’s more than last year’s sixty-one! It has to be a record!”
Marty gulped.
“Mr. McFly, I do not tolerate tardiness in this school,” the bald principal continued, his face red. “It
appears that you have already accumulated twelve since the start of this school year. If you continue to
carry on like this, sooner or later you shall be expelled. You hear me Expelled.”
Marty tried his best to look apologetic. “Yes sir.”
Mr. Strickland didn’t look as if he believed him, but decided to let it go for that time. “That’s all. You may
go.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“By the way…” Strickland added, as Marty turned to go, “I think it’s good that you’ve finally decided to
stop hanging around that crazy Dr. Brown.”