AUTHOR NOTES: In the BTTF universe we see on-screen, this technically didn't happen. It takes place after the events of Part 2 (with 17 year-old Marty Sr. being there, Griff being arrested, etc), but because Old Biff stole the time machine, it would've become 2015-A, then Eastwood Ravine 2015.

However, assume Doc & Marty had gone to November of 2015 on the way to pick up Jennifer in Hilldale. This is the future (in my universe) that would've happened.

Even though this is just a finny, and short story for me -- probably less than 5,000 words total -- I'm still putting the same effort into it I would with the others.

…..

October 22nd, 2015.

12:30 P.M.

Hill Valley, California.

Marty McFly Jr. sat in his afternoon history class at Hill Valley High, half-asleep and bored as usual. It wasn't uncommon for the teen to lose interest easily. He was even worse than his dad was at his age. The topic of the day was Historical Transportation.

"…And in the late 1990's," began the hip looking teacher, Scott Miller, a man in his early 40's. "When hovercars began to go into production, trains became even less frequent than they had been before, to the point of near non-existence. Ever since the dawn of the 20th century, the advent of the automobile had slowly decreased the usage of trains and locomotives."

Who would ever want to ride those things? No wonder people stopped. They're noisy and you don't have the radio or the hover controls to yourself.

Thinking fast, he reached into his compact, futuristic backpack and pulled out his 6-channel TV glasses. So many students, and people close to his own age wore them, so he assumed nobody would notice. He had his other classroom DVD's out in front of him, as well as a computerized notepad, so he sat back in his char, attempting to relax until the bell rang. Since it was the afternoon, not much was on, except some talk shows old reruns of sitcoms like Seinfeld, The Simpsons, and Frasier.

At least if I'm gonna watch old stuff, it's TV and not schoolwork.

Not more than 10 minutes passed, however, before the teacher noticed he wasn't even attempting to pay attention.

"Mr. McFly, are you hearing what we're talking about? It's not cool to ignore us old folks, ya know?" said Mr. Miller; himself using more slang than would be expected. This was the future, though.

Hearing a faint voice from outside of TV Land, MJ reacted, "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Miller. I heard all the stuff you were saying, I-I swear," he said in a wimpy, high-pitched tone as he often did. It was clear he was fibbing. "You just weren't loud enough," he said, attempting to be the class clown as he always did.

"Come on, I doubt that. When I was in school, if I wanted to doze off, I'd at least take a few basic notes to make it look like I was paying attention. Dude, you could at least thumb a paragraph of information before turning your brain off," he said, more serious than normal. He rarely got angry, having earned the liking of most students. However, even he had run out of patience with Marty Jr.

"Geez, no wonder. You got your TV glasses on. You can have these back at the end of the day. I think you need to pay Grandpa Strickland a visit," he said, with all the students laughing.

"O-okay," MJ said, trotting down the hallways. They still had lockers for all the students, only modified for the times. Rather than needing a key or a combination to unlock them, you could thumb it or scan it with an electronic card. He had to take an elevator to the 5th floor to see the vice-principal, whom everyone referred to as Grandpa now.

Knocking on the door of the aged disciplinarian's office, Marty Jr. came in slowly, not liking what might lie next.

"You s-ssslackers are up to no good!" the bald man said. He was now 98 years old, but had not one, but two good rejuvies, keeping him looking just about the same as in 1985 and even 1955. "Mr. Miller told me you had your TV glasses on in his class. Lord knows what those are, but you look at them when you're away from school or you're going to end up a failure!"

"Yes sir, but I've-I've only done it once or twice before. Besides, I'm worried about stuff at home. My mom is always getting tranqed, and my dad lost his job yesterday night, and-"

Mr. Strickland cut him off. "Yes, and that's how slackers are. You're just like your father and your grandfather when they went here. At least your grandpa had enough sense to turn his life around and became an author of some science fiction nonsense. Your father, however, is still a slacker. I always thought your mother was cut from a better cloth than he was, but she had to go marry him. He's lucky he held down that job as long as he did. Now, you're to stay in this office until school is dismissed!"

Time clearly hadn't mellowed the man's ways of thinking. For the next hour and a half, MJ had to sit in the boring office until the rest of school was let out at 2 P.M. In the future, material could be covered slightly quicker than in his dad's time.

However, today was even worse than normal. He couldn't help but spend the time wondering who a mysterious young man was yesterday. A teenager dressed and looking almost exactly like he was, taking his place and standing up to Griff. I know it wasn't dad 'cause he wasn't old enough, unless he got a d-mn good facelift or a mask and took it off before he got home. Maybe when school is out, I'll go back to the Cafe 80's and ask if somebody knows who he was.

The promised time of 2:00 came eventually. Retrieving his TV glasses back at Mr. Miller's classroom, he set off for the Courthouse Square.

…..

Meanwhile, 10-year-old Brianna and her 11-year-old friend, Lindsay, exited the Texaco shop's convenience store and were walking near the Café 80's.

"Ah, come on, Bri. What are you being such a ziphead today for?" asked Lindsay.

"You know why! That clown who ran into the courthouse left his Pit Bull behind and mom had to find it and take it away. She said I can have it when I'm older, but where am I gonna get another one for free before I'm 16?"

As if to answer the question from out of nowhere, they spotted a figure that looked familiar to them. Without saying a word, both girls approached the clumsy teenager.

"Hey, you!" Brianna said.

MJ looked as he continued walking, accidentally banging into the very phone booth he had used to call Griff in yesterday afternoon.

The girls stifled giggles as he said, "Me?"

"Yeah. You took my hoverboard yesterday when you were running from those guys. You said you'd gimmie it back," the dark-haired girl continued, clearly the talkative one of the group.

"Um, ummm, hoverboard? I-I don't think that was me. It was some other guy that looks like me. I-I don't know how to ride one, but my father tried to show me with an old wheeled-skateboard once.," he said, setting his bag of schoolwork down and walking closer to them, albeit slowly and carefully. He wondered why he was afraid of girls half his age, but he just was.

"We're not that stupid, okay? Besides, how many guys do you think there were dressed exactly like you here yesterday?" said Lindsay, covering for her friend.

"Yeah, shut up, ziphead! I want it back!" Brianna demanded.

"I'm really sorry, little girl, but I don't know where your hoverboard is. I don't even know how to ride one."

Getting madder, Brianna took back over, saying, "That's just what you called me yesterday too. Twice. I'm not little, I'm 10! That's double digits. Of course, you look like too much of a lobo to know what those are."

Whoever that guy was taking my place must've taken her board, now she thinks I'm him and wants it back. Who was he and why was he tranqed enough to do that? I better just pretend to be him now, like was doing.

"Okay, okay, it was me. I just kinda gave that board to my, umm, little cousin. I didn't wanna say that 'cause I can't get it back so easily," he muttered. "I'll get you another one, just please be nice," he said before trying to run away. Brianna, however, grabbed him from behind.

"Listen, you got until tomorrow to get me another one then. 2:30 here, okay?" she said, barely able to contain her laughter. Normally she wasn't mean like this, but was able to tell how much of a wimp this guy was and was taking every advantage of it.

"Yeah, don't worry, it's gonna be a nice one," MJ said, now sprinting off, almost running into a couple pedestrians. "Sorry, sorry, I gotta get through. It's an emergency or something, low-res…" he continued, voice disappearing into the distance.

In his haste, he had left his schoolbag of homework DVD's behind. Smiling, the girls walked over to it and noting an address on it, reading:

McFly, Martin Jr.

3793 Oakhurst Street.

Hilldale, Hill Valley, California.

"I've got a plan," Brianna said, both of them snickering evilly.