SmallVille: A New Point of View
Authors note: Here I am again, Peoples! I have so many stories in progress now that I will be kinda busy, and also SAT's are around the corner, so don't expect updates every day! At best, it will be every week. Please R+R! And please, please, read my other stories, the reviews are drying up!
Disclaimer: None of the following things are mine, I won't earn a cent from it, it doesn't belong to me (Except for Jessica), and I don't expect to be rang up in the morning by lawyers, the production company who make SmallVille, and such. Does anybody actually read that? If you do, please tell me.
1 Prologue
She stood at the edge of the town, and stared down at it. It glittered in the winter snow like a many-faceted crystal, full of light, hope…
And new chances.
It was the new chances that she hoped for, as the last town she had been at didn't give strangers a warm welcome. Here, though, she hoped it would be different. She wondered where she would stay the night.
She stared up at the sign above her head, seemingly stretching to the sky, like a brand-new skyscraper in Metropolis. It had a simple slogan, which was how she liked it. Short, and simple.
"SmallVille: Your path, to the future!"
She smiled, and picked up her small bag of things. Out of it, she drew out a few pieces of paper, and a piece of parchment. She held them in different hands, and she stared at one intently.
One piece of paper. That was all it was. But on this piece of paper, this small piece of paper, was all she knew of herself, her home, her family and her people. It was written in a strange language, and she could hardly read it, let alone understand it. She placed it carefully back in her bag.
The other pieces of paper were written in English, a language she could understand. They were legal forms, her history, her police record, and her school report files. She had taken them from her last school at the dead of night, before coming here. She grinned.
She looked into the distance, then ran, like a blur, into the city. The slogan on the billboard peeled a little, then settled back into place after the wind had rushed past.
Five minutes later, the blur returned, and then retraced its steps toward the city. The bag, if it had been watched by human eyes, looked as if it just disappeared off of the path. But the only things watching were cows and sheep in the fields, and since their perception of time is even slower than ours, they didn't even notice the blur of colours. All they felt was the wind as it passed them.
The woman zoomed through the city. Of course, to her, she didn't zoom. She knew of her abilities to move faster than any human, but she didn't notice anything except the slowing down of events. She had a theory about that, but it was hers, and she wasn't going to lose that.
It was the only thing she had, her education. It was the most important thing to her, except for finding out who she was. She knew nothing, for all she remembered was falling from the sky with a meteor shower, miles from anywhere, and growing up in the forest she had fallen in. She was intelligent, and at fifteen she had noticed her abilities were not, well, normal. She had never contacted anyone, but she had moved through the town nearby at incredible speeds, and had learnt everything she needed from the school. She borrowed certain things like clothing, and had started something which was remotely like a life.
But it didn't fit. None of it. She had learnt a lot, but not the art of human interaction. She would have needed friends for that, but at the school, she had found none. She was new, a freak, and people didn't want to know her. They didn't know where she had come from, and, if any of them had been truthful, they didn't rightly care. So, she had left the school and had become a freelancer, travelling from town to town, learning at schools and living off the land, until she felt uncomfortable and moved on. She usually got a job in each town, so that she could buy clothes and other amenities. She had learnt to tell the time by the time she was 16, and she learnt fast. Now, at the tender age of seventeen, she now knew about the same amount of information that an average seventeen year old knew.
Now, she thought as she sped through the town, she had arrived at somewhere which felt to her like home. The farms gave her the nature that she so craved, whereas there was enough development in the town to provide for her. She would stay here a bit longer than usual, maybe, before she moved on.
She grinned. She wondered what surprises the town would have for her?
Authors note: Here I am again, Peoples! I have so many stories in progress now that I will be kinda busy, and also SAT's are around the corner, so don't expect updates every day! At best, it will be every week. Please R+R! And please, please, read my other stories, the reviews are drying up!
Disclaimer: None of the following things are mine, I won't earn a cent from it, it doesn't belong to me (Except for Jessica), and I don't expect to be rang up in the morning by lawyers, the production company who make SmallVille, and such. Does anybody actually read that? If you do, please tell me.
1 Prologue
She stood at the edge of the town, and stared down at it. It glittered in the winter snow like a many-faceted crystal, full of light, hope…
And new chances.
It was the new chances that she hoped for, as the last town she had been at didn't give strangers a warm welcome. Here, though, she hoped it would be different. She wondered where she would stay the night.
She stared up at the sign above her head, seemingly stretching to the sky, like a brand-new skyscraper in Metropolis. It had a simple slogan, which was how she liked it. Short, and simple.
"SmallVille: Your path, to the future!"
She smiled, and picked up her small bag of things. Out of it, she drew out a few pieces of paper, and a piece of parchment. She held them in different hands, and she stared at one intently.
One piece of paper. That was all it was. But on this piece of paper, this small piece of paper, was all she knew of herself, her home, her family and her people. It was written in a strange language, and she could hardly read it, let alone understand it. She placed it carefully back in her bag.
The other pieces of paper were written in English, a language she could understand. They were legal forms, her history, her police record, and her school report files. She had taken them from her last school at the dead of night, before coming here. She grinned.
She looked into the distance, then ran, like a blur, into the city. The slogan on the billboard peeled a little, then settled back into place after the wind had rushed past.
Five minutes later, the blur returned, and then retraced its steps toward the city. The bag, if it had been watched by human eyes, looked as if it just disappeared off of the path. But the only things watching were cows and sheep in the fields, and since their perception of time is even slower than ours, they didn't even notice the blur of colours. All they felt was the wind as it passed them.
The woman zoomed through the city. Of course, to her, she didn't zoom. She knew of her abilities to move faster than any human, but she didn't notice anything except the slowing down of events. She had a theory about that, but it was hers, and she wasn't going to lose that.
It was the only thing she had, her education. It was the most important thing to her, except for finding out who she was. She knew nothing, for all she remembered was falling from the sky with a meteor shower, miles from anywhere, and growing up in the forest she had fallen in. She was intelligent, and at fifteen she had noticed her abilities were not, well, normal. She had never contacted anyone, but she had moved through the town nearby at incredible speeds, and had learnt everything she needed from the school. She borrowed certain things like clothing, and had started something which was remotely like a life.
But it didn't fit. None of it. She had learnt a lot, but not the art of human interaction. She would have needed friends for that, but at the school, she had found none. She was new, a freak, and people didn't want to know her. They didn't know where she had come from, and, if any of them had been truthful, they didn't rightly care. So, she had left the school and had become a freelancer, travelling from town to town, learning at schools and living off the land, until she felt uncomfortable and moved on. She usually got a job in each town, so that she could buy clothes and other amenities. She had learnt to tell the time by the time she was 16, and she learnt fast. Now, at the tender age of seventeen, she now knew about the same amount of information that an average seventeen year old knew.
Now, she thought as she sped through the town, she had arrived at somewhere which felt to her like home. The farms gave her the nature that she so craved, whereas there was enough development in the town to provide for her. She would stay here a bit longer than usual, maybe, before she moved on.
She grinned. She wondered what surprises the town would have for her?