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Dear Journal,
If you didn’t know, the quote, “If you put your mind to it you can accomplish anything,” was my best friend’s quote.

I was over at the clock tower with Doc helping him set up. His radio we had there just was saying, “This Saturday night, mostly clear, with some scattered clouds. Lows in the upper forties.” Then Doc questioned me, “Are you sure about this storm?” I commented back and said, “When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future?”

He then replied, “You know Marty, I'm gonna be very sad to see you go. You've really made a difference in my life; you've given me something to shoot for. Just knowing, that I'm gonna be around to see 1985, that I'm gonna succeed in this. That I'm gonna have a chance to travel through time. It's going to be really hard waiting 30 years before I could talk to you about everything that's happened in the past few days. I'm really gonna miss you, Marty.” This made my heart completely disappear.

“I'm really gonna miss you. Doc, about the future-“

“No, Marty, we've already agreed that having information about the future could be extremely dangerous. Even if your intentions are good, they could backfire drastically. Whatever you've got to tell me I'll find out through the natural course of time.” Doc continued to set up and I went Lou’s Café.

There, I wrote a letter to Doc reading:

Dear Dr. Brown,
On the night that I go back in time at 1:30 AM you will be shot by Libyan Terrorists. Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent the terrible disaster.

Your friend,
Marty.

When I wrote this letter, I almost burst into tears.

I picked up Loraine and brought her to the dance. “Do you mind if we park for a while?” I asked. “That's a great idea. I'd love to park,” she said. “Huh?” I asked. “Well, Marty, I'm almost eighteen-years-old, it's not like I've never parked before.” “What?” I asked her. “Marty, you seem so nervous, is something wrong?” “No no. Loraine, Loraine,” She had a liquor bottle in her hand, “What are you doing?” I asked. “I swiped it from the old lady's liquor cabinet,” she said. “Yeah well, you shouldn't drink,” I said to her. “Why not?” She asked. “Because, you might regret it later in life,” I told her. “Marty, don't be such a square. Everybody who's anybody drinks.” She got out a cigarette. “You smoke, too!” I said. “Marty, you're beginning to sound just like my mother,” she said. “Marty, why are you so nervous?” she asked. “Loraine, have you ever, uh, been in a situation where you know you had to act a certain way but when you got there, you didn't know if you could go through with it?” I asked. “Oh, you mean how you're supposed to act on a first date?” She responded. “Ah well, sort of,” I replied. “I think I know exactly what you mean,” she said. “You do?” I said back. “You know what I do in those situations?” she replied “What?” I asked. She leaned over and kissed me. I was shocked. “I don't worry. This is all wrong. I don't know what it is but when I kiss you, it's like kissing my brother. I guess that doesn't make any sense, does it?” “Well, you mean, it makes perfect sense,” I said. Biff then found us. He jerked me out of the car and he said it cost him three hundred bucks to fix it. He was really really mad. He had a firm grip on me. Loraine then pleaded, “Let him go, Biff, you're drunk.” He then said, “Well looky what we have here. No no no, you're staying right here with me.” “Stop it,” said Loraine. “Come on,” said Biff. “Stop it,” said Loraine. “Come on,” said Biff. “Leave her alone,” I said. “You guys, take him in back and I'll be right there. Well c'mon, this ain't no peep show.” Biff’s friends took me away. They locked me in the trunk of someone’s car. I then discovered it was the Starlighter’s car. Those musicians were playing at the dance. They all chased off Biff’s friends and tried to get me out. I then figured out that the keys were inside the trunk. Once I was out of the trunk I ran to the car and found that my “future” mother and “future” father were walking inside to the dance. I went up to the Starlighter’s and said are you guys going to go back up on stage? They said that they couldn’t because Marvin’s, (guitarist) hand. Then I said to them, “Yeah well look, Marvin, Marvin, you gotta play. See that's where they kiss for the first time on the dance floor. And if there's no music, they can't dance, and if they can't dance, they can't kiss, and if they can't kiss, they can't fall in love and I'm history.” They then said, “Hey man, the dance is over. Unless you know someone else who could play the guitar.” I knew how to play the guitar so I offered to play. We first played the song “Earth Angel.” My mom and dad kissed. The Starlighter’s wanted to play something that really cooked I then told the audience, “Alright, alright this is an oldie, but uh, it's an oldie where I come from. Alright guys, let's do some blues riff in b, watch me for the changes, and uh, try and keep up, okay?” I decided to play the song Johnny B. Goode. At the end I was doing all of these guitar tricks and everyone was wondering what I was doing. After playing those songs I decided to leave because I didn’t want to be late going “Back to 1985.” On my way out, I bumped into Loraine and George. Loraine said, “Marty, that was very interesting music.” “Uh, yeah,” I said. “I hope you don't mind but George asked if he could take me home,” said Loraine. “Great good, good, Loraine, I had a feeling about you two,” I said back. “I have a feeling, too” she said as she looked at George. “Listen,” I said, “I gotta go but I wanted to tell you that it's been educational.” “Marty, will we ever see you again?” she asked. “I guarantee it,” I said. “Well, Marty, I want to thank you for all your good advice, I'll never forget it.” “Right, George. Well, good luck you guys. Oh, one other thing, if you guys ever have kids and one of them when he's eight years old, accidentally sets fire to the living room rug, be easy on him.” “Okay,” said George. As they walked away, Loraine then said, “Marty, such a nice name.” I raced down to the clock tower, a storm was already brewing. He then exclaimed, “You're late, do you have no concept of time?” “Hey c'mon, I had to change, you think I'm going back in that zoot suit? The old man really came through it worked.” I hid the letter under the cover for the time machine. Doc then asked, “What?” “He laid out Biff in one punch. I never knew he had it in him. He never stood up to Biff in his life.” “Never?” asked Doc. “No, why, what's a matter?” I asked. Alright, let's set your destination time. This is the exact time you left. I'm gonna send you back at exactly the same time. It's be like you never left. Now, I painted a white line on the street way over there, that's where you start from. I've calculated the distance and wind resistance fresh to active from the moment the lightning strikes, at exactly 7 minutes and 22 seconds. When this alarm goes off you hit the gas.” said Doc. I answered, “Right.” “Well, I guess that's everything,” he said. “Thanks,” I said. “Thank you. In about thirty years,” he said back. “I hope so,” I said back. Doc then promised, “Don't worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine.” “Right,” I said. He took off the cover. “What's the meaning of this!” he said madly. “You’ll find out in thirty years,” I said back. “It’s about the future, isn’t it?” he asked. “Wait a minute,” I said. “It's information about the future isn't it. I warned you about this kid. The consequences could be disastrous,” he said back. “Now that's a risk you'll have to take you're life depends on it,” I told him. “No, I refuse to except the responsibility,” he said as he tore up the letter. “In that case, I'll tell you strait out,” I insisted. The lightning struck and knocked down a tree which severed the connection between the clock tower and the poles that would channel the lightning into the flux capacitor.“Oh, great scott. You get the cable, I'll throw the rope down to you.” “Right I got it,” I said. He went up the clock tower and screamed “Ahh!” “Doc,” I said. “C'mon, c'mon let's go,” he said. “Alright, take it up, go. Doc,” I said. “Huh?” he said. “I have to tell you about the future,” I screamed up to him against the thunder. “Huh?” he said. “I have to tell you something about the future!” I repeated. Doc screamed, “Ahh!” again. “On the night I go back in time, you get- Doc!” “Oh no!” said Doc. “No, doc!” I pleaded. “Look at the time, you've got less than 4 minutes, please hurry!” He yelled down to me. I jumped into the time machine and made it to the starting line he made. “Doc, why did you have to tear up that letter? If only I had more time. Wait a minute, I got all the time I want I got a time machine, I'll just go back and warn him. 10 minutes oughta do it. Time-circuits on, flux-capacitor fluxing, engine running, alright. No, no no no no” The engine wasn’t starting. “c'mon c'mon. c'mon c'mon, here we go, this time. Please, please, c'mon.” It finally started. I raced to the clock tower and I went back to 1985. I was celebrating, but then I saw the Libyans heading to the Twins Pine Mall. I tried to start the time machine again. It wouldn’t work. I kept trying. It then worked. I raced there. When I got there, they had shot Doc. I ran up to him. I wasn't in time.

My heart was never going to be back ever again. I burst into tears. I felt like dying.

-Marty McFly.