BAD ROMANCE [George McFly]

Chapter V // Evelyn T.

My eyes blinked open slowly to the sound of the alarm clock ringing. 6:30. A guttural groan sounded in my throat in some sort of mental protest. However, I relented, given the fact that only an hour and a half to shower, get dressed and walk to school was allocated. Getting out of my comfy, warm, cosy bed, my body subconsciously went to the mirror. My eyes scanned the body before me. Band-aids still littered it. My nostrils let out a huff of protest. Wishful thinking had me to believe that it was all a dream. One weird, embarrassing dream. Alas it was all very real. Unfortunately.

My feet then lead me to the closet that was to the left of the mirror. My eyes scanned the bunches of clothes that were hung up before me. Soon enough an outfit was planned and picked out. I wasn't going to be the belle of the ball today with this outfit, but then again it was only high-school. No-one looks their best in Monday morning roll call, and it's not like the whole school is going to look at me today.

Before I knew it, my body was as clean as a bar of soap, mentally thanking Mr and Mrs McFly that the band-aid's McFly gave me were waterproof. The towel that usually lay on the rack dried me off. I slipped into my outfit. The second last thing to do was to wrestle with my shoes for a couple of minutes before they finally were put on and tied up. Finally, with some red lipstick, my morning routine was done. Lunch money in my jeans pocket, I locked the door behind me.

The street was lively, with cars going in and out of driveways, kids both young and old walking to school. The morning smell of grass clippings and diesel gas was strong but not pungent. Dogs were walking up and barking loudly, like roosters in the wake of sunrise. It didn't take long until I reached Sycamore Street, which was home to George and Lorraine's houses as well as the memory of the bike accident. My jeans swished together at an unusually fast pace, such as my walk. Calming my sudden nerves and hereby swearing to walk at a more casual, slow pace, my eyes took in the sight of the long trees that stretched along the street. I eventually stopped and shut my eyes very tightly in embarrassment. Why was it HIM of all people.

"H-Hey Evelyn."

Speak of the devil and he doth appear.

George McFly stood a few metres away, and a sense of deja vu from Saturday approached me. My throat congested and all I wanted to do was walk away from a kind of humiliating situation. After a second of internal battle, my body calmed. It could have been worse.

"Hello." My voice came off slightly clipped, in an attempt to informally tell him that what happened on Saturday wasn't an open invitation to start conversation with me, nor was it fair trade to tell anyone about the incident. He looked away and chewed his cheek, his face red. It was silent for a few moments, bar the birds chirping in the trees. Suddenly, a roaring appeared down the street as Biff's car raced down it. Match was the first to spot me, wolf whistling.

"Who's this sexy mama I see?" Biff stopped the car next to us and rolled his eyes. My body had the same reaction.

"That's nasty, Match. She's practically our sister." 3-D told him, pushing his shoulder. Biff turned around.