The regular disclaimer. You know, were I say I don't own Smallville, yada yada yada.

Hello, people. This is my new literary project. Let's hope it fairs better than the previous one, hmm?

I would tell you what it's about, but to be honest, I don't even know. It could lead somewhere sunny, it could lead somewhere muddy. And yes, I am aware that was dumb.

But anyway. .yeah. I don't know where it's headed. It's a mystery to both you and me.

When I first started out, I didn't even intend for it to become a fanfiction. I was just bored.

Well guess what; I got bored again. And the result is, well, you can see for yourself.

"Max! Get up! It's time for school!"

Ignoring her mother's warning, she started to fall back a sleep, only to hear the sound of incoming foot steps. Rising only slightly, the perfect way to fool a mother into think you were getting up, Max once again heard her Mothers voice.

"Breakfast is ready." She said more quietly this time, before walking back down the hall.

Max mentally groaned, not looking forward to the day ahead of her. Still sleepy, she lowered her head to the extremely welcome looking pillow, and drifted back off to sleep.

"MAX!!"

"Okay! I'm up! I'm up! Don't pop a blood vessel on me."

"Max." Her mother said as a warning.

"What?" She replied, feigning innocence.

School. What a dreadful way to live your life. Day after day, waking up in unholy hours of the morning, getting dressed while shivering to cold morning weather, and then skipping breakfast due to lack of time. What hell us children are put through. No wonder a quarter of the population grows up to become freaks.

Taking a look around the blossoming school yard Max thought, Oh yeah. Definitely freaks.

The whole school yard looked like something out of a teenage movie. There were banners hanging, clicks of happily chatting girls, jocks leering at passing 'skirts', and there were even a few loners reading books on benches.

What a weird town. Why, oh WHY did we have to move here? I know I've always wanted to live in those perfect little towns, where you have close friends, and everything's peachy, but, please God, I swear I didn't mean it. Take me back! PLEASE!

Max sighed. Of course God couldn't help her. You have to believe in him, first of all.

Taking a deep breath, she started to toward the front doors. Her heart was pounding, despite her efforts to slow it. Thoughts flew through her head, many of them not too pleasant.

I'm not going to have any friends.

I'm going to be a loner, just like at my old school.

Man, I'm not going to have any friends!

People are looking at me strangely. Grrreeaaat.

I'm going to have to sit alone at lunch.

Wait, where do I even eat lunch?

Max became increasingly worried as she failed to find the principles office. Looking around, she didn't see any one she could ask for help. Sure there were plenty of people, but not the kind of people you ask for help. You saved that for the nerd-looking people. Cheerleaders and jocks? You stayed away from them. Faraway.

Meanwhile, back at the farm. . .

"Claaark! Get up!"

Clark groaned and pulled the blankets over his head.

"Claaaark!" His mother yelled loudly.

He sighed. There was no going back to sleep now, so he figured he might as well just get up before – he sniffed the air. Was that bacon?

"Clark!" His mother yelped is surprised, as his form blew past her to the fridge.

He grinned cheekily at her, while brining the mild carton to his lips.

His hair was wet from his morning shower, though it was already starting to dry.

He wore his usual attire; A white T-shirt over a checkered flannel shirt. Chloe always insisted he ditch the flannel, but he kind of liked it. Besides, he didn't think it looked that bad.

On the lower half of his body, he wore surprisingly expensive looking jeans. He had Lex to thank for that. If it wasn't for the annual shopping sprees to Metropolis, he would probably be stuck wearing his Dad's old track pants. He shivered at the thought.

She put her hands on her hips, trying to be stern, but despite her efforts the edge of her lips crept up to form a smile.

"So it's alive I see."

He smiled sheepishly, embarrassed. Although using superspeed he could be ready in the blink of an eye, he didn't like to disobey his Mother. Also, waking up when everyone else did gave him a small sense of normalcy. Except for the fact that he never woke up when everyone else did. But who's timing?

I mean, why do it the alien way when you can do it like a human? 'I wish I was normal' was practically his mantra.

"For a second there I thought you might have died."

"Moom." He said rolling his eyes.

She laughed and reached over to pluck the container from his hands.

"Sit down and eat your breakfast Clark, your Father will be in soon."

He walked over to the table and helped himself to a plate full of bacon and eggs. Hmmm.

Just as he was about to chow down, his ears picked up the most dreadful sound.

BEEEP!

His eyes widened, and then he slumped momentarily in his chair.

"Cla-ark," Martha called from the kitchen, "the bus is here!"

"I know Mom!" He called back and sighed. Goodbye bacon, goodbye. .

He superspead on his jacket and bag, and stopped in front of the door.

"I'll be a little late tonight; I'm studying at the Talon with Lana!" He called again.

"Alright, just don't be back too late!"

"I won't! Bye Mom! Tell Dad bye for me!"

"Alright! Now get off to school before you're late!"

Me? Late?