026. Homework


It was the middle of summer and I wasn't sure what I was doing...I mean, I did know, but..it's complicated.

Well, actually, it's not, I was doing Biff Tannen's summer reading, he was in Remedial English, so it wasn't even as if it was my reading too.

I knew that I shouldn't be doing Biff's homework for him and that I'd probably be stuck doing work for him for the rest of my life! But what could I do? Biff was bigger and stronger than I was. I was no fighter, I didn't even fight with my cousins when they were all pretending to hit each other.

Sometimes I thought about telling on Biff, to my father, to the teachers at school, but then I wonder what would the point be? My father wouldn't do anything, he found Biff just as threatening as I did! The teachers at school and Strickland probably would do something, but they wouldn't bother to make sure Biff didn't come and get me afterwards!

I don't know why Biff had picked me to do his homework for him that is...I did kind of, but it didn't really make sense. I wasn't the worst student in the school, that was true, but I certainly wasn't the best. I had the feeling that getting good grades wasn't even what Biff wanted, he just wanted to make me suffer.

Suffer I did, it was bad enough doing my own Maths homework, I had to do Biff's too! I always had to work on Biff's homework first, so sometimes...often actually I didn't get around to doing mine. That meant I had to put up with my teachers' shaking their heads and tsking me and saying. "Mr. McFly, you could do so much better...you're just lazy that's all."

But I wasn't! Well, not really, I'd be lying if I said doing homework was my idea of a fun afternoon, but if not for having to do Biff's...

Who was I kidding though, it was my fault I was doing Biff's homework. If I had guts I'd stand up to him and say. "You know what Biff, if you're too stupid to figure out your homework, you can just fail." And throw it right back at him and take whatever he threw back at me.

But I was too scared to and it wasn't even the threat of been beaten up that scared me so much...there was just something about having to stand up to people. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't even stand up to my father, he was well...pretty wimpy, he hardly ever raised his voice. But I still couldn't say no...maybe because I didn't want them to think badly of me.

The saddest thing was...they did precisely because I never said "no" to them. I knew this, but I couldn't seem to do anything about it. How pathetic...

I went back to the homework.


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