"Hey Clark, what's up?" Pete asked while walking side by side with Clark in the hall.
"Hey Pete... Not much I guess!" Clark said with an emphatic smile.
"Well, today has been horrible! I just got hours worth of detention from my math teacher today for talking in class..." Pete said annoyed.
"Oh yeah, I heard about that one! Chloe practically said that you were singing in class; and almost got out of your chair singing to a Brittany Spears song!" Clark said with a huge grin almost busting out laughing.
"Hey! It didn't go down like that! I was listening to my CD player and got a little carried away that's all!" Pete said while trying to defend himself. "Listen, it was her song called Lucky! I get a little carried away when I hear it!
"Yeah, Pete! Up and out of your seat!" Clark stated with a chuckle.
"Ok Clark... Are you finished?" Pete asked.
"Not in the least!" Clark said while still laughing.
While they were walking down the hall together going to their next class, most all of the students started to sing Lucky, when they saw Pete pass by...
"Um... Clark... I'm wanna get to my class as fast as I can so if we could hurry it up I would be really grateful!
"Sure Pete... If were LUCKY that is!" Clark said while jumping into a fit of laughter.
"Clark!" Pete mooned.
"Ok...Ok... I'm finished for today with my tormenting, but tomorrow is a different story!" Clark said looking at Pete with a really cheesy grin.
"Well, Clark... I'll see you at lunch," Pete said while patting Clark on the back.
All of a sudden Clark got a sight of Lana standing in the hall right next to Pete's class. He Gazed at Lana from the other side of the hall... Lana slowly looked back at him. With her free hand she put a piece of her hair behind her ear and started to get back into the conversation she was having with her friends. Pete walked right passed Lana... While Pete was opening the door to his next class he saw what Clark was looking at. Pete glanced at Lana and gave Clark a thumbs up, just to be funny.
"Get out of here!" Clark yelled at Pete with a grin.
Clark started to walk to his next class. His class was about two doors down from Pete's, so he just took his time getting through the hall... When he reached for the door handle his hand started to cramp up? Clark raised his hand in front of his face to see what was the matter. His hand was getting smaller? It was really starting to hurt at that moment. Clark made a run for it to the boy's restroom and dashed inside. No one was there, so he ran to the sink. Clark groaned at the sight of his hand. He tried to put it under water, but it didn't help...
When he started to think of the pain and how much he wanted it to go away it stopped? His hand went back to normal? He didn't want to chance it happening again. He ran out of the restroom, headed towards the exit door, and started on his way home.
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"Mom, I'm telling you... My hand really, looked weird for a minuet or two. It was changing into something?" Clark tried to explain.
"Honey, are you sure it wasn't your imagination?" Martha asked.
"No, it wasn't mom... It really hurt?" Clark said fearful.
"Ok... Well, I think you should rest until your dad gets back. We will have to talk about this as a family." Martha explained to Clark as he was doing the dishes.
"Ok Mom..." Clark said as he looked down at the kitchen floor.
Martha gave Clark a kiss on the head.
"Clark, don't worry. I'm sure it wasn't anything." Martha stated as she went back to the dishes turning away from Clark, trying not to let him see the fear in her eyes.
Clark went to the couch and turned on the TV. He sat there with a cookie in his hand and heard his father's truck pull up. Trying to act like he didn't hear anything he glanced at his mother, who then darted out to Clark's father in the truck? With Clark's ex-ray vision, he stared through the kitchen wall. His mother, Martha, was talking to his father... She looked worried. He could faintly hear what they were saying. Of course they were talking about what happened to Clark at school that evening. When they both entered the room Clark acted as thought he didn't know what was going on. With an innocent expression he ate his cookie.
"Clark, are you ok then bud?" Clark's father asked him.
"Yeah, dad... I just got a little scared, so I thought it was the best thing to come home," Clark said.
"It was son, good thinking. Now all we have to do is figure out what happened."
"Yeah!" Clark agreed.
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The night was a cold one... Clark laid on his bed with his hands under his pillow case. The covers were off and he had his normal clothes on, almost like he wasn't going to in for the night. He was recreating what had happened today at school. He thought of all of the things that happened.
"Maybe, someone put something on the handle. It could have been that!" Clark thought to himself.
He went through every step he made during school. It was getting late and he was still thinking about it. Then he started to think of Lana... When they were looking at each other in the hall... Clark shut his eyes really slowly and softly. Then all of a sudden his arm started to hurt again? Even worse this time! Clark fell off his bed with a loud, "thump!" He rolled around on the ground. His body was in agony! The pain started to stretch up through his shoulder now. It was getting closer to his chest? More painful the more it went through his body. It was going faster then before. Clark's parents in their nightgowns, came running throw his door. They quickly turned on the light and ran to Clark.
"Clark!" Martha yelled while holding his head up.
"Son, are you ok?" Clark's father asked.
"What's happening to me!" Clark screamed.
After a couple seconds of more pain he passed out...
"Hey Pete... Not much I guess!" Clark said with an emphatic smile.
"Well, today has been horrible! I just got hours worth of detention from my math teacher today for talking in class..." Pete said annoyed.
"Oh yeah, I heard about that one! Chloe practically said that you were singing in class; and almost got out of your chair singing to a Brittany Spears song!" Clark said with a huge grin almost busting out laughing.
"Hey! It didn't go down like that! I was listening to my CD player and got a little carried away that's all!" Pete said while trying to defend himself. "Listen, it was her song called Lucky! I get a little carried away when I hear it!
"Yeah, Pete! Up and out of your seat!" Clark stated with a chuckle.
"Ok Clark... Are you finished?" Pete asked.
"Not in the least!" Clark said while still laughing.
While they were walking down the hall together going to their next class, most all of the students started to sing Lucky, when they saw Pete pass by...
"Um... Clark... I'm wanna get to my class as fast as I can so if we could hurry it up I would be really grateful!
"Sure Pete... If were LUCKY that is!" Clark said while jumping into a fit of laughter.
"Clark!" Pete mooned.
"Ok...Ok... I'm finished for today with my tormenting, but tomorrow is a different story!" Clark said looking at Pete with a really cheesy grin.
"Well, Clark... I'll see you at lunch," Pete said while patting Clark on the back.
All of a sudden Clark got a sight of Lana standing in the hall right next to Pete's class. He Gazed at Lana from the other side of the hall... Lana slowly looked back at him. With her free hand she put a piece of her hair behind her ear and started to get back into the conversation she was having with her friends. Pete walked right passed Lana... While Pete was opening the door to his next class he saw what Clark was looking at. Pete glanced at Lana and gave Clark a thumbs up, just to be funny.
"Get out of here!" Clark yelled at Pete with a grin.
Clark started to walk to his next class. His class was about two doors down from Pete's, so he just took his time getting through the hall... When he reached for the door handle his hand started to cramp up? Clark raised his hand in front of his face to see what was the matter. His hand was getting smaller? It was really starting to hurt at that moment. Clark made a run for it to the boy's restroom and dashed inside. No one was there, so he ran to the sink. Clark groaned at the sight of his hand. He tried to put it under water, but it didn't help...
When he started to think of the pain and how much he wanted it to go away it stopped? His hand went back to normal? He didn't want to chance it happening again. He ran out of the restroom, headed towards the exit door, and started on his way home.
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"Mom, I'm telling you... My hand really, looked weird for a minuet or two. It was changing into something?" Clark tried to explain.
"Honey, are you sure it wasn't your imagination?" Martha asked.
"No, it wasn't mom... It really hurt?" Clark said fearful.
"Ok... Well, I think you should rest until your dad gets back. We will have to talk about this as a family." Martha explained to Clark as he was doing the dishes.
"Ok Mom..." Clark said as he looked down at the kitchen floor.
Martha gave Clark a kiss on the head.
"Clark, don't worry. I'm sure it wasn't anything." Martha stated as she went back to the dishes turning away from Clark, trying not to let him see the fear in her eyes.
Clark went to the couch and turned on the TV. He sat there with a cookie in his hand and heard his father's truck pull up. Trying to act like he didn't hear anything he glanced at his mother, who then darted out to Clark's father in the truck? With Clark's ex-ray vision, he stared through the kitchen wall. His mother, Martha, was talking to his father... She looked worried. He could faintly hear what they were saying. Of course they were talking about what happened to Clark at school that evening. When they both entered the room Clark acted as thought he didn't know what was going on. With an innocent expression he ate his cookie.
"Clark, are you ok then bud?" Clark's father asked him.
"Yeah, dad... I just got a little scared, so I thought it was the best thing to come home," Clark said.
"It was son, good thinking. Now all we have to do is figure out what happened."
"Yeah!" Clark agreed.
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The night was a cold one... Clark laid on his bed with his hands under his pillow case. The covers were off and he had his normal clothes on, almost like he wasn't going to in for the night. He was recreating what had happened today at school. He thought of all of the things that happened.
"Maybe, someone put something on the handle. It could have been that!" Clark thought to himself.
He went through every step he made during school. It was getting late and he was still thinking about it. Then he started to think of Lana... When they were looking at each other in the hall... Clark shut his eyes really slowly and softly. Then all of a sudden his arm started to hurt again? Even worse this time! Clark fell off his bed with a loud, "thump!" He rolled around on the ground. His body was in agony! The pain started to stretch up through his shoulder now. It was getting closer to his chest? More painful the more it went through his body. It was going faster then before. Clark's parents in their nightgowns, came running throw his door. They quickly turned on the light and ran to Clark.
"Clark!" Martha yelled while holding his head up.
"Son, are you ok?" Clark's father asked.
"What's happening to me!" Clark screamed.
After a couple seconds of more pain he passed out...