June 18, 1990
The couples smiles were as bright as the stars themselves. Jonathan and Martha Kent were known to be the happiest couple in all of Smallville, and that was saying something. Smallville was a small town, but everyone residing in it was happy.
The two stood next to a red truck. The man was wearing a flannel shirt that he had unbuttoned due to the temperature, revealing a white tank top underneath. He also wore dirtied blue jeans and brown boots. He has the most stereotypical looking farmer you would find. His wife on the other hand wore a purple sweater vest and clean blue jeans. She may not have been doing the heavy lifting, but she helped where she could.
The man raised his hand to his head to push a strand of his brown hair away from his eyes. He looked around at the sights surrounding him and they were beautiful. They weren't too many miles out from Smallville, but he hadn't been in the area for years. His wife went up to him and places a hand on his shoulder.
"Beautiful isn't it?" She asked.
"It's is. It's a shame we don't come out here more often." He replied.
"Jonathan, look at that star!" She said while gazing into the sky above.
The two looked up into the dark sky together. The stars were beautiful, and tonight, one was shining especially bright. It seemed to be closer than the others, so it was especially apparent. It kept seeming to get closer. Second after second, it kept coming. And then, the two realized what was going on.
"Martha, that's no star." He declared. But as soon as the words escaped his lips, the object that they assumed was a star soared over their heads.
The strange object crash landed not too far from them. They couldn't see exactly what it was yet, but a small crater had formed around it.
"Stay back, Martha." Jonathan said sternly. He stepped closer to the foreign object. He hadn't seen anything like it before. It looked like some sort of alien spacecraft. And by the looks of it, it was holding something inside.
The spacecraft was the most advanced thing Jonathan had ever seen. It was sleek and almost entirely white except for the accents of red along its two wings. He couldn't see any buttons, save for the small red one on the back. He had no clue what it would do, but he saw no other options.
When he hit the button, it made a click! Signaling its activation. Then, the doors to the spacecraft opened up, revealing something inside. What he saw that night would change the course of his life forever. And above that, the lives of others. Inside was a baby boy. The baby's hair was jet black, and a single strand dropped in front of the boy's eyes. The baby looked human and if Jonathan didn't find him in a spacepod, he would've assumed that he was.
He carefully lifted the baby, who was wrapped in a red blanket into his arms. He gazed upon the handsome boy that he was holding and smiled. It was the smile that the Kent family was known for. The one that could cheer someone up from the worst of days.
Upon seeing Jonathan lifting something from the spacecraft, Martha ran over to make sure he was okay. She didn't know what was going on, and whatever's inside could've been dangerous. However, all of her worries went away when she saw what he held.
"A baby?" She asked, with her barely being able to speak the words.
"Yes. He came from the sky, and I think it's our duty to raise him."
"What'll we name him?"
"Clark." He said with a smile.
January 15, 1996
"Clark, can you bring me that gardening hoe over there?" Jonathan requested while wiping drops of sweat from his forehead. The two were tending to the Kent's farm, and it was rough work.
Clark grabbed the gardening hoe and rushed back to his dad. Jonathan looked up to grab it and saw a tree falling directly on to Clark! In a moment of pure fatherly instinct, he pushed his son out of the way in order to save him from the timbering tree.
He closed his eyes and braced for impact but to his surprise, nothing came. When his eyes opened, the tree had stopped dead in its tracks and in front of it was his son, holding it back with a single hand.
March 28, 1997
"Alright Clark, it's racing time." Jonathan said while rolling up his sleeves.
"You sure you want to do this dad?" Clark asked curiously.
"Oh so you think just cause I'm getting old that I'll be easy to beat? I'll show you."
"Hey I didn't say that!" The two had witty banter like this all of the time. They were the best of friends. And although he was close to his mother as well, Clark and Jonathan had the father-son bond that could never be broken.
"Are you two ready?" Martha asked with a smile.
"If you mean ready to leave Clark in the dust, then yes." Jonathan said jokingly. This caused Clark to chuckle.
"On your marks, get set, go!" She announced.
In a moment's notice, Clark sped off away from both of his parents at overwhelming speeds. However, he didn't know how to stop! In an effort to save himself, he ran head first into the hay, stopping himself safely.
June 18, 1997
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Clark! Happy birthday to you!" Jonathan and Martha sang simultaneously.
Upon hearing this, Clark stood up in his wooden seat. It was his seventh birthday, and he was going to make this wish a good one. He gazed at the candles on his blue-white cake and inhaled deeply. Then in one big breath, he exhaled. However, it didn't exactly have the intended result.
Instead of blowing out the flames on the candles, he accidently blew the table the cake resided on through the wall!
"Oops." Clark said with a guilty expression on his face. His parents weren't mad however, they simply sighed.
December 5, 2004
"Clark you can't just go around picking fights, you know that!" Martha exclaimed.
"I know Ma but I didn't mean to! He was grabbing on Lana and I...I just snapped. I couldn't bare seeing her being abused like that."
"You broke his arm! He's in the hospital!"
"I only threw a single punch!"
"Clark, you're punches aren't normal punches. A punch from you is the equivalent of being hit by a fist of steel!"
"Okay I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
July 28, 2006
The Earth looks so peaceful from up here Clark thought. He was floating outside of the planet's atmosphere, looking down on it.
When Pa told me I wasn't from here, I was mad at first, sure. But now I'm just curious. All Ma and Pa had were the remnants of the ship I crash landed in, and that didn't tell me much. All I know is that I'm not from here which means...I'm an alien.
PRESENT DAY: January 1, 2016
Clark looked at himself in the mirror, gazing upon his blue business suit.
"Metropolis, here I come." He said with a bright smile.