Author's Note: This is my very first story that i have ever written... isn't that right Conner

Conner: Yea sure, i guess.

me: be happy.

Conner: (evil glare)

me: O.o I Own Nothing... except Jane. hehe... No Flames, R&R ... Now on to the story!

Warnings: Cursing, rape

I woke up late on a Saturday afternoon, as usual, only to find my door completely closed. I opened it and saw my mom and dad fully clothed. I came out of my room carefully… My name is Jane. I'm a 16-year-old teenage girl. I have brown eyes (that can change red), long pitch black hair that stops at my butt, and an olive skin tone. I am 5'6", and a junior in high school. "H-hi," I said not yet fully awake.

"Hi darling," said my mom. She smiled at me, her long black hair pulled back in a ponytail.

"Hey," said dad with a slight smile, "Honey, we are gonna have some visitors."

"Really, who are they?"

"He's just the son of an old friend of mine."

"When are they gonna be here?"

"In an hour, so you should go get changed."

"Then I'll get ready." I turned on my heels and started for the bathroom. I walked to the second floor and made a left, and continued down to the end of the hallway past the library. I brushed my teeth and looked out the window. Today's gonna be a great day, I thought. I jumped in the shower and washed my hair. I didn't understand why I was so excited to have guests. I guess it was because ever since we moved from Taylorville, Illinois to Whiskerton, Kansas weird things have been happening to me, and the strangest thing is that my dad won't let visitors come by. Whenever I asked, he answered "Sorry honey, but we can't put you in any danger." Before I knew it, I heard voices down stairs. From what I could pick out, they were doing introductions. It sounds like they're speaking a different language. I concentrated harder.

"It's so nice to see you again," I heard a husky voice say.

"You too, last time I saw you, you were like what, 10," I heard my dad say laughing.

"So I hear that you have a daughter," said the husky voice.

"Yes, yes."

"How old is she?"

"She's 16, and her name Jane."

"What's she like," said another voice.

"Ha, she's a handful, and very stubborn."

"I am not," I yelled. I had gotten out of the shower (fully clothed) with my hair dripping wet.

"And speaking of which, here she is now," said dad sarcastically, "Where you ears dropping again."

"No. I would never," I said with a giggle. I looked around the room and eyed the new comers. That was when one of the visitors stood up and introduced himself.

"Hello, my name is Clark Kent." This must have been the husky voice I heard before. I thought. He continued, "And this is Conner." I turned my head to the direction that he was pointing. There was a boy, who was about my age, sitting on the couch with a blank stare. Him? He stood up to greet me.

"Hey," he said with a slight smile. He was a little taller than me with short black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a red hoodie, blue jeans, and black Chuck Taylors (the real ones). He held out his hand and said," Nice to meet you." I shook his hand and held it for awhile. You're hiding something big. I turned to Clark and shook his hand. You're hiding something too, aren't ya? "Nice to meet you too," I said with a smile.

Apparently my mom caught on to what I was doing, "Stop that," she yelled waving her hands. Before we could get into an argument, my dad asked me to take Conner and show him a good time in Whiskerton. Show him a good time, I thought, how the hell am I going to do that? This town just bleeds boring. After a few minutes, I finally got the hint my dad was trying to tell me. He wanted me and Conner out of the picture so that my mom and he could talk to Clark about something. "Sure, I guess we'll go swimming."

"There's just one problem with that," Conner chimed in.

"Really, what's that?" By now I was being a smart-ass.

"I don't have swim trunks."

"So we'll buy you some."

"Really!"

"Yea… I guess…And it gives me a reason to buy some mangas while we're out."

"Didn't you just get some," my dad interrupted.

"Yes…but I need more."

"If you're paying for it then, you can get some … I guess. How 'bout getting a real book…"

"No," I said grabbing Conner by the wrist and dragging him down the stairwell and out the door.

me: that took me forever

Jane: well now it's done.

me: that's just the first chapter.

Conner: shouldn't you be writing the next chapter?

me: yes i should... *runs to computer*

Jane: remember to review c: