Biff and Sarah kissed and parted ways, their lockers being in different parts of the school. Sarah walked up to her locker, which her friends were hanging out by, as usual.
"Hey, gals!" she smiled.
The girls all looked at Sarah in disgust.
"What's the problem?" asked Sarah. "Is my lipstick on straight?"
"Look, mister," said Kimberly, one of her friends. "What you and Biff do in private is none of our business, but it's a little creepy when you come to the school..."
Sarah was understandably confused. "What are you talking about? Why wouldn't I come to school?"
"Well, for starters, what are you, like, 45 years old?"
"What? I'm 16, I'm only two months older than you..." Sarah was almost tearing up, being confronted by her best friends that she had grown up with like this.
"Listen, I've got no problem with you and Biff being gay, but when you parade around in that short skirt and those tight clothes with your gut hanging out, it makes me want to vomit."
At this Sarah burst out crying, and ran towards the front office. She was going to report this harassment to the principal. But as she ran into the office, the principal quickly picked up the phone on his desk and began dialing.
"Ah, Mr. McMillan... You've been warned before, I'm afraid I'm going to have to call the police this time, I can't have a 45 year old crossdresser hanging out around my school..."
Sarah screamed and ran, she had to find Biff, he'd know what to do...
