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All in the Past Chapter 2: Elementary

Her heart was racing and it took all her will power to keep her hands from shaking. She looked in the mirror Her face was pale and her eyes still looked tired, although she had slept like a baby.
She dressed in silence and went down to breakfast. Her Aunt Nell kept trying to make small talk, but Lana just stared at the floor, mind swimming with thoughts.
A knock at the front door shook her from her stupor. There on the door step stood her best friend, Clark Kent. He wore a red plaid shirt and dark blue jeans, his short brown hair slicked back. He had a huge smile on his face.
"Hey Lana! So, are you ready for..." He paused for emphasis, "Elementary school?!" She attempted to return his grin, but he wasn't going to buy it. "Are... are you OK, Lana? You don't look too good."
"Clark, aren't you at all scared? I mean, what if no-one wants to make friends with us?" She grimaced even at the thought.
"My mom said I shouldn't care what other people think. It's what I think that matters. And I think we'll be fine. There's bound to be people more scared than you, it's a fact." The way he said all this made Lana smile. He sounded so smart, and he was. He was Clark Kent, after all.
"You're right. I was silly to be so worried. Besides, I've already got the best friend I could ask for."
He looked puzzled.
"Who's that?" She laughed.
"You, stupid!" At that, he smiled bashfully and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
He always knew how to make her feel better.

They were walking along the gravel path that lead to Lana's house. Clark had insisted on walking her home, so his mom dropped them off at the top of the road, telling Clark that 'dinner will be ready soon' But he wasn't really listening. He was too busy helping Lana out of the truck, like a perfect gentleman.
"Then we had math, and we learned the 2 times table. Then we had recess, and... that's when I met you." His sentence faltered at the end slightly, but his smile only grew.
He'd been telling the truth. As soon as they stepped through the school gates, they were confronted by a small group of fellow 1st graders asking if they wanted to play dodgeball.
At that moment, all of her fear melted away, and she allowed herself to be lead to the basketball court by Clark, smiling and laughing, surrounded by her new friends. But no matter what, she wouldn't be on the opposite team to Clark. After all, on that day he was her hero.

"Thanks Clark. You helped me a lot today." They finally arrived at her front door. "School's fun, isn't it?" He nodded vigorously.
"Yep, it's awesome." He tapped his foot on the stone step. "So shall I pick you up tomorrow?"
"Definitely. Driving to school wouldn't be any fun without my best friend." She put a lot of emphasis on the last two words, and his eyes twinkled with happiness.
"Lana? Is that you, sweetie?" A voice from inside made her jump.
"Yes, Aunt Nell. I'll be there in a minute." She turned her attention back to Clark. "See you tomorrow." She kissed him on the cheek and ran inside, closing the door behind her.
He walked back to his mom's truck, dazed, his fingers touching the spot where she'd kissed him.
"Clark, are you OK?" Martha asked her son. He looked up at her, his expression blank. Then it cracked into the biggest grin she'd ever seen.
"I'm great!"