This is my second Smallville fanfiction so I'm not the best, but I do want to be pretty good. So I hope you guys enjoy it and as you can probably guess, I don't own anything. And I tried to make everything as American as possible, but please correct me if somethings are wrong!
Clark lay on the old, worn-out couch in his sitting room. It was Spring break and he has nothing to do. His mom was away into town and his dad was in the barn fixing a hole that Clark made the other day when his parents gave him a row for trying to flush his homework down the toilet.
He asked his mom if he could go with her and the answer was no. He asked his dad if he could help out. Yet again, another no. Clark was only seven so trying to help his parents always ended in either more things or do or a lot of mess.
For about a month now, his parents had been talking about adopting another child so Clark wouldn't feel so lonely. Jonathon and Martha were thinking about getting a little boy but Clark insisted on getting a little girl. He though having one boy and one girl would make it even and everything.
A few days later, Clark, Martha and Jonathon went to Metropolis. They booked an appointment to see all of the kids at the orphanage.
"Jonathon. Is this the right time to get another child? Especially with Clark still developing all his abilities?" Martha quietly asked so that Clark, who was happily skipping towards the orphanage, couldn't hear them.
"Yeah I think so. Clark's really excited about it, I think we've made the right choice," Jonathon replied whilst slipping his hand into Martha and holding it.
"Mommy! Daddy! Is that the place?" Clark joyfully asked.
"Yeah son, but hold up, wait for us before you go in," Jonathon shouted back, as Clark stopped just outside a tall, grey-ish building. As Martha and Jonathon walk upto the place, hand in hand, she took Clark's hand and they walked into the orphanage. Not knowing that their lifes were going to change forever.