It's been a while since I've been back in Hill Valley. I kind of ended up spending my first year of high school with my cousin Laura. You see, I was only visiting for the summer when my aunt and uncle decided to keep me for the rest of the year. I still can't exactly drive yet so my parents still drive me around. They said they're going to teach me soon. I hope so at least.
School starts in a few days, but at least I still have a little free time to hang around town. I'm not much for using a skateboard to get around. I prefer using my bike. Shortly after getting home, I ride around to the arcade and park my bike near the side of the building. I walk in to play my favorite shooting game, Wild Gunman. It's my favorite game in this place. As far as I'm aware of, nobody's gotten close to beating my high score. When I got near the machine, someone was already playing it. I cross my arms and smirk. Let's see if this kid can beat me.
I watch as the kid racks up the points on the score projector. I start to worry as the guy got closer with each shot. Several points before the number of my high score showed up, the game ends. "Awe, come on!" He groans, getting agitated. I snicker on the inside. Ha! I've still got it.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think there was anybody playing this game at the moment." I nervously smile at the boy. "It's okay. I'm actually not used to having a line behind me. No offense of course." He explains. I laugh. "None taken." I take a quick breath before continuing. "I'm not really used to any sort of line either." I pretend to scratch behind my head. "So you play too?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "I used to all the time before I temporarily moved last year. I mean they had one there too, but it just wasn't the same." He smiled, actually listening to my story. "So you think you can beat this annoying high score? I'm always just a few points off. I wish I knew who this "JW" guy was so I could get him to show me how he does it." I partially smirk on the inside. Little does he know that "JW" is me and not to mention that I'm a girl.
I step up to the machine and slip my coins into the coin slot below. The game starts and I begin accumulating points on the score keeper. I can feel the guy staring at me the whole time, but I still manage to concentrate. I got closer and closer to the high score that I had left on there the weekend before I left to visit my cousin Lorie. Just a few more points and bam. I finally beat my own high score.
I enter my initials on the screen. I turn to see the guy shocked and confused. "Wait a minute, so you're the person I've been trying to beat for the past several months?" I sheepishly smile at him. "I guess so." I give him the best reply I could think of. "But how did you do that?" He asks, exasperated. I shrug. "Just lots of practice and pressing the buttons quickly. That's the only thing I can think of." He nods his head. "So can I get your name miss?" He grins warmhearted. "How about you first hot shot." I grin back. "But it's ladies first." He thwarts back at me. Ugh, if I don't tell him my name now this is just going to last all day or until next year. Which ever I decide to let happen first. "Fine, you win." I sigh. "Well?" He encouraged. "Alright mister impatient. It's Jenni Woodruff. Now you." I point to him, then cross my arms across my chest. "Marty, Marty Mcfly." Marty smiled, pleased with himself. "Nice to meet you Mr. Mcfly." I hold out my hand for him to shake. He takes it, gently shaking it and lets go again. "Ah no, that's my dad. Call me Marty." I giggle at his thought of being as old as his father. I can't blame him though seeing as our parents are almost three times our age.
We sort of stare at one another for a few minutes. Marty decides to speak first. "Hey, you should come back to my place. We could watch some tv or something instead of standing around here all day." Marty suggests. "Um sure, but what about your parents?" I ask, starting to feel a little uneasy. "Eh, I'm sure they won't mind. They're used to me bringing around people they haven't met yet." He shrugs his shoulders. "Is that a good thing?" I tilt my head to the side. Marty laughs, not taking me seriously. "It'll be fine, come on." Marty starts walking off to the exit. I follow him despite the urge inside my head saying no.
