Author's Note:

Hi there! Thanks for taking the time to check this story out. I've had some pretty bad writers block for the past couple of years and this idea kind of hit me after watching the new Superman movie with my little brother.

It's basically just going to be short drabbles about our favorite superhero growing up and what not with an OC of mine. I'll do my best to keep her as non-Mary-Sue as possible, however I may kind of dance the line a bit. It's important for her to have the aspects of her character that she does for my plot to kind of play out right, so please bear with me people.

Anyway, hope you enjoy the first drabble!

-Alyssa


Athen's, South Carolina. August 28th, 1986:

The air in here is chilly, but not so chilly that I can see my breath. Not the fun kind of chilly, just the kind of chilly where I want a coat, or the nice thick blanket that momma kept hung over the sofa for when I dosed off there.

She doesn't carry me to my room anymore, not since she's gotten my new brother from the stork. She says he's real tiny in her belly right now, so she has to be careful and can't lift anything until the stork drops him off.

I hope he comes soon, cuz I really don't like sleeping on the couch and daddy ain't here to carry me for momma no more, she said he's up with the angels and that I won't see him for a long, long time.

I miss daddy, he played shoot 'em up cowboy with me and told me lots of neat stuff about his friends at work.

The mean lady that took me here is on the phone with someone, and hasn't answered my questions about why mommy hasn't gotten to school to get me yet. She's speaking real low, so I can't even hear who she's talking to.

"Miss Charlston!" I look up when another lady in a black suit comes up to me, a smile on her bright red lips. "Hi there sweet heart, my name is Connie. You're gonna come with me for a minute, alright?"

I nod my head and pick up my school bag, slinging the strap over one side like Jimmy Hayes does. Jimmy Hayes is the cool kid at school.

Connie brings me into this nice room and sits me down across from her at this big glass table, and asks if I want anything to drink. I say yes please, and she gives me a glass of orange juice, which is my favorite.

I start sipping and Connie starts to talk to me.

"Elizabeth, there's been an accident. Your mother was on her way to the school to get you, and there was a crash… honey, I'm so sorry, but your mother didn't make it…"

The room gets hot, sticky hot and I start to see black and gray dots in my eyes like static on a television.

"Elizabeth, breathe honey. You can't hold your breath, breathe." Connie stands up and comes over to me, and before she gets here the room goes black.


Smallville, Kansas. September 25th, 1986:

"Now Lizzy, this isn't like your old school. It's a lot smaller, and everyone knows everyone already." My aunt Patty is going on like she usually does.

She's mommy's sister, but mommy isn't around anymore. Aunt Patty said mommy went to live with daddy and the angels, and that she took my new brother with her. I miss mommy and daddy, and even my new brother sometimes too.

"Okay Aunt Patty." I look up at the big red brick building, the public school in the little town I live in now.

"You'll make a whole bunch of new friends here honey, it'll be fun you'll see." Aunt Patty puts her hand on my shoulder, and squeezes it tight. I just nod my head.

Right after we get in, this young lady in a pretty skirt comes to meet us. "You must be Elizabeth, we're so glad to have you honey!"

And she leads me to my new classroom and opens the door up for me, and a whole room of eyes turns to look at me.

The other kids start whispering like I don't know that they're all talking about me and I look around at each of their faces, deciding right away that I don't like any of them and maybe I won't find any new friends here after all.

I never really found friends back home anyway, so I guess I don't mind much anyhow.


Class is boring, my teacher is nice and she's pretty, but she made me stand up in front of the classroom and I didn't like it because all the other kids started whispering again.

She's reading to us now, and we're sitting on the carpet by the chalk board. It's a nice story about a little boy named Alex, and how he's playing catch with his daddy.

I used to play catch with my daddy too, but that was before the angels took him from me and momma. And I guess my new brother too.

At lunch we all go outside, and I have a little lunch box that has some kind of princess on it because Aunt Patty thinks I look like the princess. Momma used to say so too, but I don't think so.

Everyone looks at me and I keep my head down, and keep walking until I can't hear the other kids whispering about me anymore. By that time I'm in front of this nice big tree with a whole bunch of leaves that are all turning pretty colors, but they haven't started falling yet like they did when daddy and I would rake them up and make a big huge pile to jump in.

I sit down and put my lunch box on my lap, opening it up and pulling out the juice pouch and the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that Aunt Patty made me this morning.

I take a bite of it and close my eyes, pretending that I'm still back home and momma is in the kitchen baking brownies while daddy is outside cutting up wood for the fire pit so we could make s'mores.

"Ehem…" My eyes pop open wide and I look up to see this tall guy with dark hair and really bright blue eyes that remind me of the beach by my house. Aunt Patty said that there's not really any beaches in Kansas. "You're uh… kind of in my spot."

I look up at the guy and then back down to my lunch, then back up at him. "Oh… uh d'ya mind sharin' with me? I don't really wanna go sit down by those mean kids, they keep sayin' that my hair looks funny. I told my Aunt Patty I didn't want it plaited like this but she didn't really listen…"

"Uh… sure. I guess that's fine." I scoot over a little bit and make room for him and he sits down next to me.

"You have nice eyes, they look like the beaches by my house." I tell him quietly as he unpacks his lunch, and he freezes up then looks at me funny, almost like I'm weird for just talkin' to him.

"Oh uh… thanks."

"No problem."

I munch down the rest of my sandwich and look up at the leaves while I try to poke the straw through the hole in my juice pouch.

It's one of the stubborn ones that my daddy would usually poke through for me, but I have to be a big girl and do it myself cuz daddy isn't here to poke it through, daddy's up with the angels.

"Hey, uh… want me to get that for you?" I look over at the boy and he's looking at me like I'm gonna explode at him.

"Sure, you can try. It's a tough one though, usually my daddy gets those ones for me." He smiles at me as I hand him the pouch and then pokes the straw through really easy.

"There!" And then he hands it back to me. I take a second to look between the pouch and the boy before a grin comes to my face.

"My name's Elizabeth, Elizabeth Charlston." I hold out my hand as I take a sip of my juice and he kinda looks at my hand for a minute before he looks up and grins wide at me.

"I'm Clark Kent."


Author's Note:

Alright, there it is! Part one... comments and criticism are welcomed with wide, open arms! Hope you enjoyed!