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(I think I'm starting to wear down my parents though, so keep your fingers
crossed!)
Lex was sitting in the Talon reading the Smallville Ledger when a very beautiful girl walked in. He couldn't help his eyes from traveling from her lustrous hair to her beautiful long legs which were displayed wonderfully by her small black miniskirt. Her large green eyes traveled over the room and then over the people in it before she actually walked into the building and up to the counter. When her eyes landed on Lex, he felt something very strange. Something he hadn't actually felt in a long time. Then she looked at someone else and Lex felt a little weird again. He wondered what it was that made him feel like this.
She walked up to the counter and tapped it impatiently with three long, blood red nails. Lana turned around and looked at the girl. Her own green eyes traveled up and down the girl's outfit. She was wearing a one shoulder shirt the same color as her nails and the black miniskirt. Beneath the skirt were fishnet stockings that only made Lex stare even harder.
"Hello," said Lana in her chirpy voice. "Can I help you."
"I'd like a triple-shot espresso," said the girl. Lana couldn't help but stare for a few minutes, then decided to dismiss the fact that that was the most caffeinated drink in the world and she should just get the girl her drink so she would get out. There was something about the girl that made her a little nervous. So Lana nodded and went to make her drink and the girl took a seat not to far from Lex's. Lex took great joy in looking over his newspaper at the girl's legs.
Lana came to give the girl her drink not two minutes later, and the girl - much to Lex's dismay - downed it in at least three minutes even though it was scalding hot. She threw away the cup and left the Talon. Lana had never had a customer finish a triple-shot espresso so quick the whole time she'd been in business. She figured she was probably on the road or something and was just passing through Smallville. She was a little relieved. There was something about that girl that just wasn't quite right. She'd be gone and Lana would forget how uncomfortable she had been.
Jonathon Kent pulled their big pick-up into the driveway, and then turned off the car. He, Martha, and Clark piled out and went to their farmhouse. Martha had some cooking that needed to be done and Clark and Jonathon had chores in the barn to do. But first they all wanted a big glass of water. They all felt that they were severely dehydrated, but in truth, they had each had a huge glass of water not fifteen minutes ago. But the hot Kansas sun could make one huge glass of water fifteen minutes ago, seem like a drop of rain from the sky fifteen days ago.
"Oh, it'll be good to get a glass of water, huh son?" asked Jonathon as he opened the door. Martha and Clark heartily agreed and the trio walked into the house. Clark decided he might as well change into barn clothes before he went out there, and went into the living room which would get him to the stairs leading to his room. Once he was there, he stopped.
"Mom! Dad!" came Clark's call. Martha and Jonathon looked at each other and shrugged, then followed Clark into the living room.
There sat the girl from the Talon. Of course, the Kents hadn't seen the girl at the Talon, so really to them it was just a strange girl in fishnet stockings sitting in their living room. Clark looked at Martha and Kent a little helplessly, then back at the girl. They were all very confused as to what to do with the situation.
However, the girl seemed very confident as she crossed her legs and looked the Kents over. Yes, according to the constant and rather annoying sound of animals, the barn, and the fact that they were all wearing clothes that had been outdated back when cowboys were alive, they were definitely farmers. She sighed, just what she needed. First she has to leave Metropolis, and now her only hope was a bunch of hick farmers.
"Hi," she said simply, then stood up. She stuck out her hand and said, "I'm Clara...Higgins. Yeah, Higgins. It's nice to meet you. You are the Kents, right?"
They all just stood and stared at her for a while. Martha was the first to regain senses and she stuck her hand in Clara's. "Yes, we are the Kents. I'm Martha, this is my husband Jonathon, and this is our son, Clark."
"Whoa, your son? Like, your actual, real live son?" she asked, looking a little incredulous. At first Martha and Jonathon were confused. Then they realized that Clara must have known that Clark was adopted.
"Well, really Clark's adopted, but he's our son, yes," supplied Jonathon. Clara stopped looking incredulous and the four of them all stood staring at each other. Then Clara seemed to remember why she was there.
"Okay, I know this is going to seem really, really weird, but you have to trust me on this one okay? I know we just met and all, but I am so totally telling the truth right now," said Clara.
"We're related. Not strongly related mind you, I mean, I did test your blood to see if we were like, brother and sister or something, but really we're like, eighth cousins. I'm a total science nerd and I always have this weird chemistry set with me and...you're not really caring. Okay, well then, to be to the point, you're like the only family I have left. I was just kind of wondering what you were like."
"I don't think that can be true," said Clark, a little uneasily.
"Oh, shut up. I know you're my eighth cousin because you're the only one left like us."
Clark just stared. "What? Like who?" His tone was rather flat from surprise.
"You're from the planet Krypton right?" she asked, switching her weight to her other leg.
Martha felt that she might faint from surprise. Jonathon's mouth dropped open and his chin hit his chest. Clark just kept right on staring, his green eyes widening in surprise. "What?" the three of them asked in unison.
Clara couldn't help but giggle at their reaction. "Yeah, weird huh? But I'm your cousin. Sort of."
"Where - How - I mean, how did you? - why are you? - where's - what?" Clark spluttered.
"When we were sent in the spaceship to earth because Krypton was coming to its end, obviously the ship crashed here. You were found by Martha and Jonathon, lucky you. I walked around for a very long, long time until I was found.
"As it turns out, the people I got found by were pretty nice. We lived all over the world, there isn't a country I haven't been to. Unfortunately, my adoptive father...well, he - he wasn't the best driver in the world. But he always insisted on driving. I don't know why it was such a sore spot with him.
"We were in London, and as usual it wasn't exactly sunny." She stopped, took a deep and staggering breath, and went on. "It was only a light drizzle, but Daddy had the windshield wipers on at like, full blast. They were shipping rain droplets all over the place before they even hit the windshield. He wasn't paying attention and could barely see anyway, and reached over to get a doughnut from Mom's lap. A drunk driver had swerved into the lane and the front end of their car hit ours and Mom and Dad were killed immediately on impact. I almost died myself and have this monstrous scar right along here." She ran a finger from just at the top of her shirt and went around to right next to her spinal cord. "The doctors say it's amazing that it didn't get my spinal cord too. Otherwise I'd most likely be in a wheel chair." The tears were flowing freely now, but she wasn't doing a thing to stop them. Her voice was so hoarse it sounded as though she had had strep throat for three days in a row and was just now recovering.
"Sorry," she said, wiping at her tears. "It happened eight years ago, but I still kind of get a little emotional when I think about it."
Clark, Jonathon, and Martha just stood there and stared at her. After a story like that, what are you supposed to say?
Okay, okay. I know it's not that great. I'm gonna try and make it better and I'm trying, really. Review me please! (That's what that little thingermajigger down there that says "Submit Review" is there for). Tell me honestly what you thought about my writing.
Lex was sitting in the Talon reading the Smallville Ledger when a very beautiful girl walked in. He couldn't help his eyes from traveling from her lustrous hair to her beautiful long legs which were displayed wonderfully by her small black miniskirt. Her large green eyes traveled over the room and then over the people in it before she actually walked into the building and up to the counter. When her eyes landed on Lex, he felt something very strange. Something he hadn't actually felt in a long time. Then she looked at someone else and Lex felt a little weird again. He wondered what it was that made him feel like this.
She walked up to the counter and tapped it impatiently with three long, blood red nails. Lana turned around and looked at the girl. Her own green eyes traveled up and down the girl's outfit. She was wearing a one shoulder shirt the same color as her nails and the black miniskirt. Beneath the skirt were fishnet stockings that only made Lex stare even harder.
"Hello," said Lana in her chirpy voice. "Can I help you."
"I'd like a triple-shot espresso," said the girl. Lana couldn't help but stare for a few minutes, then decided to dismiss the fact that that was the most caffeinated drink in the world and she should just get the girl her drink so she would get out. There was something about the girl that made her a little nervous. So Lana nodded and went to make her drink and the girl took a seat not to far from Lex's. Lex took great joy in looking over his newspaper at the girl's legs.
Lana came to give the girl her drink not two minutes later, and the girl - much to Lex's dismay - downed it in at least three minutes even though it was scalding hot. She threw away the cup and left the Talon. Lana had never had a customer finish a triple-shot espresso so quick the whole time she'd been in business. She figured she was probably on the road or something and was just passing through Smallville. She was a little relieved. There was something about that girl that just wasn't quite right. She'd be gone and Lana would forget how uncomfortable she had been.
Jonathon Kent pulled their big pick-up into the driveway, and then turned off the car. He, Martha, and Clark piled out and went to their farmhouse. Martha had some cooking that needed to be done and Clark and Jonathon had chores in the barn to do. But first they all wanted a big glass of water. They all felt that they were severely dehydrated, but in truth, they had each had a huge glass of water not fifteen minutes ago. But the hot Kansas sun could make one huge glass of water fifteen minutes ago, seem like a drop of rain from the sky fifteen days ago.
"Oh, it'll be good to get a glass of water, huh son?" asked Jonathon as he opened the door. Martha and Clark heartily agreed and the trio walked into the house. Clark decided he might as well change into barn clothes before he went out there, and went into the living room which would get him to the stairs leading to his room. Once he was there, he stopped.
"Mom! Dad!" came Clark's call. Martha and Jonathon looked at each other and shrugged, then followed Clark into the living room.
There sat the girl from the Talon. Of course, the Kents hadn't seen the girl at the Talon, so really to them it was just a strange girl in fishnet stockings sitting in their living room. Clark looked at Martha and Kent a little helplessly, then back at the girl. They were all very confused as to what to do with the situation.
However, the girl seemed very confident as she crossed her legs and looked the Kents over. Yes, according to the constant and rather annoying sound of animals, the barn, and the fact that they were all wearing clothes that had been outdated back when cowboys were alive, they were definitely farmers. She sighed, just what she needed. First she has to leave Metropolis, and now her only hope was a bunch of hick farmers.
"Hi," she said simply, then stood up. She stuck out her hand and said, "I'm Clara...Higgins. Yeah, Higgins. It's nice to meet you. You are the Kents, right?"
They all just stood and stared at her for a while. Martha was the first to regain senses and she stuck her hand in Clara's. "Yes, we are the Kents. I'm Martha, this is my husband Jonathon, and this is our son, Clark."
"Whoa, your son? Like, your actual, real live son?" she asked, looking a little incredulous. At first Martha and Jonathon were confused. Then they realized that Clara must have known that Clark was adopted.
"Well, really Clark's adopted, but he's our son, yes," supplied Jonathon. Clara stopped looking incredulous and the four of them all stood staring at each other. Then Clara seemed to remember why she was there.
"Okay, I know this is going to seem really, really weird, but you have to trust me on this one okay? I know we just met and all, but I am so totally telling the truth right now," said Clara.
"We're related. Not strongly related mind you, I mean, I did test your blood to see if we were like, brother and sister or something, but really we're like, eighth cousins. I'm a total science nerd and I always have this weird chemistry set with me and...you're not really caring. Okay, well then, to be to the point, you're like the only family I have left. I was just kind of wondering what you were like."
"I don't think that can be true," said Clark, a little uneasily.
"Oh, shut up. I know you're my eighth cousin because you're the only one left like us."
Clark just stared. "What? Like who?" His tone was rather flat from surprise.
"You're from the planet Krypton right?" she asked, switching her weight to her other leg.
Martha felt that she might faint from surprise. Jonathon's mouth dropped open and his chin hit his chest. Clark just kept right on staring, his green eyes widening in surprise. "What?" the three of them asked in unison.
Clara couldn't help but giggle at their reaction. "Yeah, weird huh? But I'm your cousin. Sort of."
"Where - How - I mean, how did you? - why are you? - where's - what?" Clark spluttered.
"When we were sent in the spaceship to earth because Krypton was coming to its end, obviously the ship crashed here. You were found by Martha and Jonathon, lucky you. I walked around for a very long, long time until I was found.
"As it turns out, the people I got found by were pretty nice. We lived all over the world, there isn't a country I haven't been to. Unfortunately, my adoptive father...well, he - he wasn't the best driver in the world. But he always insisted on driving. I don't know why it was such a sore spot with him.
"We were in London, and as usual it wasn't exactly sunny." She stopped, took a deep and staggering breath, and went on. "It was only a light drizzle, but Daddy had the windshield wipers on at like, full blast. They were shipping rain droplets all over the place before they even hit the windshield. He wasn't paying attention and could barely see anyway, and reached over to get a doughnut from Mom's lap. A drunk driver had swerved into the lane and the front end of their car hit ours and Mom and Dad were killed immediately on impact. I almost died myself and have this monstrous scar right along here." She ran a finger from just at the top of her shirt and went around to right next to her spinal cord. "The doctors say it's amazing that it didn't get my spinal cord too. Otherwise I'd most likely be in a wheel chair." The tears were flowing freely now, but she wasn't doing a thing to stop them. Her voice was so hoarse it sounded as though she had had strep throat for three days in a row and was just now recovering.
"Sorry," she said, wiping at her tears. "It happened eight years ago, but I still kind of get a little emotional when I think about it."
Clark, Jonathon, and Martha just stood there and stared at her. After a story like that, what are you supposed to say?
Okay, okay. I know it's not that great. I'm gonna try and make it better and I'm trying, really. Review me please! (That's what that little thingermajigger down there that says "Submit Review" is there for). Tell me honestly what you thought about my writing.