The next day Biff Meadows was in a good mood. He didn't know what it was; got up on the right side of the bed, he guessed. His parents had both been gone by the time he was out of the shower and dressed. That wad good in his books, as he and his folks rarely got along. His mother was always talking about how she wished he got better grades, and no matter how many touchdowns Biff scored, his father always complained that Biff wasn't playing hard enough.
He didn't care; he figured that soon he'd move out and leave these assholes behind him. Grabbing a piece of toast and throwing his backpack over his right shoulder, he walked out the door to his car.
His car, now, that was his baby. If you wanted to find what Biff really cared about you only had to look as far as the driveway. It was there that you'd find Biff's 1967 Chevrolet Camaro. He'd found it in a junk-yard outside of town and had spent all his savings and time the past year and a half getting it up to mint condition. It was a sunny day, so on the way into school Biff rode with the top down.
He passed a bunch of jerks from school on his way. That dork Jon Madison, for one, the kid who he had shoved over the previous day. He made a point of giving him the finger as he passed. It was strange, though, as Jon didn't react, just stared intently and almost curiously at Biff. Whatever, Biff thought, probably checking me out, fagboy.
He scored an awesome parking spot, locked his baby up, and headed inside. Another reason he was pumped was that he had an easy schedule. It was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays he had gym, right after home-room. If there was one class that he was always good at it was gym. No matter what sport they were playing, he always seemed to do great at it.
His homeroom class was nothing special. Students sitting around talking, teacher taking roll call, school announcements. Stuff you'd expect. We're going to skip that part. Why? Well, because that's not what you're here to read about. What you want to see is Biff's gym class. It was when Biff went to gym that things got weird.
