Chapter 1: Uncle Emmet's assistant

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October 25, 1985
I woke up extra early to go visit Uncle Emmet before school. When I got there I knocked on the door and waited nervously. A boy about my age answered the door. I just stood there entranced. He lifted his sunglasses and I saw the most beautiful blue eyes. I have blue eyes and people always compliment me, but I never really think they're pretty. He stared back at me with the cutest smile on his face. I snapped back to reality. "Oh hi, my name is y/n Brown, I'm Emmet Brown's niece. Does he live here? I'm looking for him." I stuck out my hand for him to shake and he shook it back. "Oh hi y/n. I'm Marty, Marty Mcfly. Yeah this is his place. I know him, but I'm not sure where he is right now. I came here to practice some guitar before I play after school." "Oh, what school do you go to? I go to Hill Valley High. I'm a senior." "I go to Hill Valley too. I'm also a senior." He replied. He grabbed the guitar and turned on the amp. "Plug your ears, the amp might be loud." He warned. He strummed a chord and he went flying into the bookshelf behind him. Thinking he was hurt, I ran over to help him. He stood up as I bent down, coming face to face. We stared at each other for a few minutes. Then the phone rang and Marty ran to get it. It was Doc. Suddenly the clocks started chiming. It was 8:00 so I wasn't late for school. I checked my watch to be sure, (a Casio CA-53W) and it was 8:30! Marty must've checked his watch and we both exclaimed, "We're late for school!"
We ran out the door, and I looked around. He realized I didn't have a skateboard, so he let me ride with him. It was fun, except that he was listening to music. I sighed thinking we wouldn't even talk, but then he unplugged his headphones and played his tape out loud. "Huey Lewis and the News!They're one of my favorite bands!" I exclaimed. "Yeah, they're one of my favorites too!" Marty seemed excited. When we got to school we tried to sneak to class but plans took a turn when a voice rang out breaking the silence in the hallway.

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