Second story I'm working on. I don't own the Smallville characters
although I would love to borrow Lex for weekend.
I was a runaway. An orphan really. Who at the age of 16 had lost both her parents in a fire. I had escaped with a burn on my side and minor cuts. I felt cheated. I should be dead too. Or they should be alive. I refused to placed in a stranger's home. So I had left, dropped out of school and left. First from Connecticut I had gone to New York, then Gotham, and Metropolis and I came to the realization that I hated big cities. But I had little choice. Jobs were easy to get in large cities. No one asked many questions. I changed address when money was low and rent was due. The family savings kept me in an apartment for a year as I worked but my savings dwindles and jobs didn't pay. When I turned nineteen I realized I didn't want to live like this anymore. I wanted a home, a family, I wanted a real job.
My brilliant idea came to me on one desperate night. I was kicked out of my apartment for not paying the rent the second month. I lost my waitress job for spilling soup on a man who grabbed my ass. The city was noisy and scaring and I hated every dark corner and rat. Then when I saw the newspaper. It wasn't the front page but the real estate section. It was an old paper about a week old. It was an article trying to get big shots to buy property for summer homes. In Kansas of all places. To me it sounded wonderful, open fields, shops, lakes and rivers. The town even boasted having a meteor field. Metropolis wasn't to far from Kansas but the bus ticket would be expensive. I though about hitchhiking but the last time I tried that I had to break some guys nose for putting his hands on my thigh. So for the next five months I ate very little, and worked hard busing tables.
When I reach Smallville, doubts crept in. Why was I here, what did I think I was doing?
A job would be much harder to get here then in the city. I had about two hundred dollars to live on but for how long? I was sure this wasn't what my parents had wanted for me. Little Dorinda Russo good students, track star cracked under the stress of losing her parents irrationally ran away, leaving the few friends she had and now it's too late to go back. Hell two years ago it was too late to go back. I was an adult now. I was almost twenty. This was ridiculous. Smallville was now and the first thing was to find a job and maybe a place to stay. I walked down the street carrying everything I owned in a duffle bag. I'm sure I didn't look any better then I felt. Too many hours on a bus, and too little sleep. I bought a newspaper from the first place I could and as an after thought a candy bar suddenly feeling very hungry. I slumped down next to the nearest building. The sidewalks were clean and I wondered if anyone would bother me if I slept outside. I'm sure they had a law about that. I flipped through the paper not really paying attention to anything until I came to the help wanted. Just as I thought it was a very small section. But there were a few possibilities. Waitress (I shuddered but considered), job at the movie theater, janitor at the school, and a job as a farmhand. The last one made me pause. I'm not sure why I circled it. They were probably looking for some mountain man or something. But I was stronger then I looked and it would be a last resort.
I was a runaway. An orphan really. Who at the age of 16 had lost both her parents in a fire. I had escaped with a burn on my side and minor cuts. I felt cheated. I should be dead too. Or they should be alive. I refused to placed in a stranger's home. So I had left, dropped out of school and left. First from Connecticut I had gone to New York, then Gotham, and Metropolis and I came to the realization that I hated big cities. But I had little choice. Jobs were easy to get in large cities. No one asked many questions. I changed address when money was low and rent was due. The family savings kept me in an apartment for a year as I worked but my savings dwindles and jobs didn't pay. When I turned nineteen I realized I didn't want to live like this anymore. I wanted a home, a family, I wanted a real job.
My brilliant idea came to me on one desperate night. I was kicked out of my apartment for not paying the rent the second month. I lost my waitress job for spilling soup on a man who grabbed my ass. The city was noisy and scaring and I hated every dark corner and rat. Then when I saw the newspaper. It wasn't the front page but the real estate section. It was an old paper about a week old. It was an article trying to get big shots to buy property for summer homes. In Kansas of all places. To me it sounded wonderful, open fields, shops, lakes and rivers. The town even boasted having a meteor field. Metropolis wasn't to far from Kansas but the bus ticket would be expensive. I though about hitchhiking but the last time I tried that I had to break some guys nose for putting his hands on my thigh. So for the next five months I ate very little, and worked hard busing tables.
When I reach Smallville, doubts crept in. Why was I here, what did I think I was doing?
A job would be much harder to get here then in the city. I had about two hundred dollars to live on but for how long? I was sure this wasn't what my parents had wanted for me. Little Dorinda Russo good students, track star cracked under the stress of losing her parents irrationally ran away, leaving the few friends she had and now it's too late to go back. Hell two years ago it was too late to go back. I was an adult now. I was almost twenty. This was ridiculous. Smallville was now and the first thing was to find a job and maybe a place to stay. I walked down the street carrying everything I owned in a duffle bag. I'm sure I didn't look any better then I felt. Too many hours on a bus, and too little sleep. I bought a newspaper from the first place I could and as an after thought a candy bar suddenly feeling very hungry. I slumped down next to the nearest building. The sidewalks were clean and I wondered if anyone would bother me if I slept outside. I'm sure they had a law about that. I flipped through the paper not really paying attention to anything until I came to the help wanted. Just as I thought it was a very small section. But there were a few possibilities. Waitress (I shuddered but considered), job at the movie theater, janitor at the school, and a job as a farmhand. The last one made me pause. I'm not sure why I circled it. They were probably looking for some mountain man or something. But I was stronger then I looked and it would be a last resort.