88mph in a DeLorean

Chapter 2. Mr.Strickland

When we got to school, I hopped off the skateboard. Marty and I ran quietly when a voice suddenly caught us off-guard. We turned around and there was Mr.Strickland. He walked to Marty and lectured him about being tardy. 

"No Mcfly has ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley!" Mr.Strickland reminded us. Marty got in his face and smirked. 

"Well history's gonna change." Mr.Strickland turned to me and started lecturing. 

"Y/n, I can't believe to see you with this slacker!" I tried to explain but he cut me off. "We don't want your grades to drop, that would be terrible now wouldn't it?" I nodded my head. Mr. Strickland couldn't see the sarcasm in that nod. 

"Oh yes sir, we can't let that happen." I shot a smirk at Marty who was watching with a big grin on his face. 

"Well then," Mr.Strickland continued, "you better stop hanging around with Mcfly. He is a slacker!" Mr.Strickland turned to give Marty a look. 

"Now you two go head to class before you're even more late." I nodded my head and we ran to our first class. Marty said, "So y/n, you're a good student?" he said smirking. I nodded my head in agreement. 

"Yeah, I've always been and hopefully will always be. My parents really pressure me to keep up with school, along with music." We walked into class and sat in the back. Time ticked by slowly, but finally lunch arrived. I found Marty, and he asked me to sit by him, and I hastily accepted his offer. 

"So what instruments do you play? You said your parents pressure you about keeping up with music." I made a mental list and started telling him. "I play piano, guitar, trumpet, clarinet, accordion, ukulele, tenor saxophone, alto sax, the drums, and I think that's it." He stared at me with a shocked expression on his face. 

"Wow, I only know how to play guitar. Could you teach me some other instruments?" "Sure! How about after school today?" He nodded while taking a bite of food. Lunch was about over when Marty started to say, "Oh, I almost forgot, after school I have an audition. Would you like to come?" 

"Sure! I'd love to!" I replied right away. Then we headed back to class as the bell rang. After school I headed to the gym and watched Marty perform. He did really good, but I felt bad for him after the judges told him he was too loud. After he came down from the stage, I tried to comfort him. Habitually, I gave a hug. He seemed surprised at first, but then hugged back. 

"Thanks, y/n." "I think you did amazing. Maybe you could give me some tips on guitar." "Sure!" He smiled, pulled out his skateboard. We skated to my house. On the way, a lady shook a can at me. "Save the clock tower!" She handed Marty a flyer. Marty gave her a quarter, and then we continued to my house. 

"Hey Mom, meet Marty." My mom and Marty exchanged greetings, and then we headed to the music room.  I gave him some basic piano lessons, and showed him my guitar skills. "Hey, let's go to my house and I can give you some tips on guitar." I told my parents we were going to Marty's house for a little while. I ran outside to my window and  waited for Marty. I don't know why he didn't use the front door. He saw me below and opened the window. He threw his backpack out which I caught. Then he got ready to jump. 

He jumped and I tried to catch him. He was too heavy and we fell down. We laughed and then I grabbed my skateboard from the garage. We laughed and talked along the way. When we got to his house, there was a surprise waiting. "What happened to the car?!?" Marty's eyes were wide with shock. "Wait out by my window." He ran into the house. It took a while but he eventually showed up at the window and opened it. 

I tossed my backpack in, and then started to climb up. I hopped in, and knocked Marty over. We tumbled onto the floor and started laughing. "Okay, let's start playing." He said walking yo his guitar. He grabbed a tiny yellow one. I had brought my mini black one, which looked the same as his. "Show me what you know." He said smiling. 

"Okay, I'll have to warn you, I'm not that good." He gave me some tips and then he started playing Johnny B Goode. "I love this song! I only learned part of it though." "Want me to teach you the rest?" "Sure!" Marty started playing it again slowly. After working on the song for a while I stopped, my fingers tired. 

"What do you want to do now?" He asked. "I have a little homework to do." He made a face. "I was hoping we wouldn't have to work on it. It's so boring." I stretched and yawned. Suddenly Marty tickled me. I started rolling around laughing. I was able to break free and start getting him. "Oh stop it... please..." he gasped. "Okay, but now we have to do homework." "Okay, if you say so."