Hi there. So I've gotten a few messages from some people about why I took down my BTTF stories. The main reason is that I went back over and read the entire story again and I agreed with what a few of the review had said. Abby really wasn't fleshed out as much as she needed to be. True she had Jeremy and book two was starting to flesh out her character, but it wasn't enough in my opinion. So I've decided to rewrite this story completely and I promise that I will finish it all the way through. Also, be warned that more serious topics are going to be discussed in these stories and it will be written in Abby's POV. You have been warned.

Dedicated to all those who wanted me to come back, I give you….

LaurenHardy13's Version of Back to the Future (which I don't own.)

Enjoy!

With teeth clenched and tears running down my face, I made the final cut on my wrist. I know this hurts, but it has to be done as punishment for the dream you had last night. Can't quite remember how you ended up spilling your guts to Marty about the secret, but either way he found out. That look on his face was pure torture and it felt so good to shoot out of my bed in a cold sweat. But that doesn't make up for the fact that you're still thinking about it; your jealousy towards Marty.

'How can you even think of being jealous of your older brother? You should be honored to have the most popular boy at Hill Valley High school as your sibling,' said the voice in my head.

Of course I'm honored to have one of the best brothers in the world. But to be honest, I almost hate everything about him. He's popular, he's a guitarist in a rock band, and while he's not the smartest in school, everybody knows the name Marty Mcfly. Then there's his younger sister Abigail or Abby for short. That's pretty much it.

Who is the real Abigail Mcfly?

'No one will ever find out,' the voice in my head told me as I slowly removed the blade from my bleeding wrist. Quickly, I reached under my bed and pulled out the white gauze I'd stolen from the First-Aid kit. Then I wrapped my wrists ignoring the sharp pain they made whenever I moved my arm too much. At last, it was done and I slowly made my way back into bed tucking myself back under the covers.

Break*Break*Break*Break*Break

"Abs! Hey Abs get up!" someone yelled shaking me. I opened my eyes and nearly screamed my head off.

"Whoa, sorry kid. Didn't mean to scare ya," someone said. My mind suddenly came back to me as I was face to face with Marty. He was fully dressed with his jeans, white checkered shirt, his favorite jean jacket and red vest.

"Geez, don't scare me like that," I said moving my still bandaged hands further under the covers.

"Come on. We still gonna go visit Doc before school right?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah, right. If he's come back yet," I said. Our best friend Dr. Emmett L. Brown hadn't been home all week, but we still liked to check on him to visit and talk about his latest invention.

"Well then get up already. I know how you like to take your sweet ass time getting ready," he said as he started walking out the door.

"What can I say? I'm a girl," I said.

"Yeah yeah," he mumbled fully walking out the door and shutting it to give me some privacy. When it was fully closed, I closed my eyes and gave a long sigh of relief. He hadn't seen my bandaged up wrists. Slowly, I pulled my arms from under the covers rubbed my eyes. Afterwards, I got up and started to take my pajamas off and put on one of my favorite outfits; a neon green tank-top with an grey shirt with a wide neck that came off my shoulders, a pink skirt with zebra print on it that came down to my knees, light blue cheetah-print capree leggings, and pink high tops. To top it all off, after I had thrown away the bandages on my arms, I put on my black fish-net gloves that hid most of the scars on my wrist.

Afterwards, I went over to my little vanity and put my long, curly brown hair into a ponytail that hung completely on the left side. Then I grabbed a big bow that had the same cheetah print as my leggings and clipped it on the right end of my head. After giving it a quick tug, I was ready to walk out of my room without anyone finding out what I had been doing for months now.

Break*Break*Break*Break*Break

As soon as I grabbed a quick banana for breakfast, Marty and I left the house with backpacks to Doc's place. Before we left the neighborhood, I stared at the old abandon house that was right next door to ours. It had been abandoned for the past fifteen plus years with overgrown grass, ivy, a broken window on the side of the house, and a driveway that was all cracked up.

"You know, maybe if someone comes and fixes that house, it won't make our house look so bad," I said grabbing my bike from the garage.

"Seriously," Marty said pulling out his skateboard. "You wanna give it another go?" Marty asked holding his skateboard out to me.

"Maybe when we're not on a time crunch, and I'm not trying to get holes in my leggings. If I had my jeans on then…I suppose," I lied. Last thing I wanted people to see is Marty Mcfly's younger sister on a skateboard. I wasn't even that good on it anyway. "I'll stick with my bike for now."

"Whatever you say," Marty said dropping it to the ground and jumping on it. "Let's go!" he said and started moving his right leg against the ground to gain some speed. I hopped on my bike and started peddling along right behind him.

'A true tag-along at its finest,' that voice in my head said again.

'Yeah, well visiting Doc is one of the few thinks I always look forward to,' I told it back. Whether it was just for a visit, or seeing his latest invention, or even just playing with Einstein. That's one of the few things that Marty and I have in common.

It takes us around ten minutes to get to Doc's house, but the good thing is that it's on the way to school which helps. When we got there, I set my bike down on the ground and Marty jumps off his board and knocks on the door.

Nothing.

Not even Einy's barking was heard. Marty and I looked at each other and then he grabbed the spare key that was underneath the mat. After he unlocked the door, we both walked in.

"Hey Doc? Hello? Anyone home?" he called but still got no answer. "Einstein come here boy," he said whistling but no dog came.

"He's still not here? Dang it!" I complained as we continued to walk further into the house.

"Oh god," Marty said stopping dead in his tracks.

"What?" I said nearly running into him. Then my nose picked up a smell that made me gag. I looked at what Marty was looking at and saw Einstein's food bowl overflowing with dog food. "Oh god that's nasty," I said wrinkling up my face. Marty and I walked away from the week old dog food and Marty kneeled to the ground setting down his bag pulling out his guitar.

"Oh not this again," I said rolling my eyes.

"What? Don't you love listening to your older brother play his music?" he asked me plugging in his guitar to Doc's giant amp. When he was done, he turned up the sound as high as it could possibly go.

"Not…necessarily," I say.

"Well too bad," he said and held up his guitar pick in the air striking a pose and giving me a wink. Suddenly, Marty played a note on his guitar and the sound wave was so strong that it knocked him backwards causing him to crash into a bunch of boxes that all fell on him spilling out papers and random junk everywhere. That's when I burst out laughing.

"Shut up Ab," I heard Marty yell from underneath all the boxes but I just kept laughing and clapping my hands. Meanwhile Marty threw the boxes off of him and sat up. "Rock and roll," he said and put his shades on the top of his head.

"That's the funniest thing I've seen since you set the carpet on fire," I said.

"How the hell do you remember that? You were only like four," he asked. All of a sudden the telephone started ringing. Marty jumped up and wobbled his way over to the phone with me right behind him.

"Yo…Hey! Hey Doc, where are you?" Marty said after he got to the phone. Then he ushered me over and held the phone between our two ears.

"Thank God I got you. Listen, can you and Abby meet me at Twin Pines Mall at 1:15? I've made a major breakthrough and I'll need your assistances," he told us.

"Wait, 1:15 in the morning?" Marty asked.

"Yeah," Doc responded.

"Why so early?" I asked.

"I'll explain everything tonight I promise," he said.

"Doc, where have you been all week?" Marty asked.

"Working," Doc said.

"Is Einy with you?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's right here with me."

"Oh, by the way Doc you left all your equipment on all week," said Marty.

"My equipment? Oh that reminds me, you better not hook up to the amplifier. There's a slight possibility of overload," Doc said and Marty and I slowly looked at the broken amplifier.

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind," Marty said.

"Good, remember, Twin Pines Mall, 1:15am…" Then out of the blue, every single one of Doc's tickling clocks all went off all ringing eight chimes at the same time. Marty and I quickly covered our ears but even that wasn't enough to block out the piercing noise.

"ARE THOSE MY CLOCKS I HEAR?" we heard Doc shout from the phone.

"Yeah, it's eight o' clock," Marty said.

"Eurika it worked! There all exactly twenty-five minutes slow!" Doc shouted and I felt my heart drop and knew Marty's did as well.

"Wait a minute…are you telling me its eight twenty-five?" Marty asked.

"Precisely!" Doc said.

"Damn! We're late for school!" Marty said and hung up running out the door grabbing his skateboard and throwing his guitar in his bag. I ran outside and got on my bike and Marty got on his skateboard and we rode down the road towards school as fast as we could. I could petel my bike a little fast then Marty could move his foot, so he used the help of a few passing cars to catch up to me. Along the way, he waved at a few people he saw including my dance instructor who we saw teaching a class at the local gym. The entire class waved at him and I squeezed my lips together while looking down trying to not pay attention to the fifteen or so people waving at my brother.

At last we made it to Hill Valley High School. Marty picked up his skateboard and started running for the door while I jumped off my bike a chained it to the bike rack. Then out from the door came Marty's girlfriend Jennifer Parker.

"Hi Jen," Marty said.

"Guys don't go this way. Strickland's looking for you and if you get caught Marty it'll be four times in a row," she said and started guiding us towards the side entrance of the school. We took a quick look around the hallway for any teachers or Strickland before walking in.

"You know Jen, this time it wasn't my fault this time. Doc set all his clocks twenty-five minutes slow," Marty said.

"Doc?" a cold voice called from behind us. We slowly turned around and saw Mr. Strickland holding Marty's shoulder. "Am I to understand that you are still hanging around Doctor Emmet L. Brown Mcfly?" he asked and started tsking at us while pulling out some yellow slips from his pocket and writing on them. "Tardy slip for you Ms. Parker. And one for each of you Mcfly," he said handing them to us.

"You know, let me pull you aside and talk to you Ms. Mcfly," he said pulling me over closer towards him and away from Marty and Jennifer. "While I can't do anything about you being born and raised as a Mcfly, I can tell you that there's still hope for you being a good student and not a slacker like your old man and your brother here. How about I give you a nickel's worth of advice for you and your slacker brother. This 'so called' Dr. Brown is dangerous. He's a nutcase and if you continue to hang out with him then you'll both end up in big trouble."

"Yes sir," Marty said but I saw him not even looking at Strickland. "Can we go now?"

"You've got a real attitude problem Mcfly, you know that? I understand your band is on the roster for the dance audition after school. Why bother, you're too much like your old man. No McFly is ever going to amount to anything in the history of Hill Valley!"

"Yeah, well history is gonna change. Come on kid," Marty said and I started to walk away from Strickland.

"Get rid of those ridiculous nets on your arms Ms. Mcfly. They don't belong in this school," Strickland said. My hands grew into fists and I hid my left hand over the area where I had cut myself early that morning from sight not turning back towards Strickland.

Really proud of the way this turned out and this is just the beginning. If you like how this is going now or if you absolutely hate it, let me know. Glad to be back with this.

Stay tuned for more to come,

LaurenHardy13