Chapter 3

Johnathon drove into the driveway that was a dirt road parking the truck next to the shed close to the farmhouse. Johnathon shut off the engine, took the key out of the ignition, and slammed the door behind him. He thought he should tell his son that he wasn't a normal human being but rather an alien. The more Johnathon pondered about the topic the more guilt filled him. After a few minutes of thinking, Johnathon was still deciding whether or not to tell Clark about his true identity.

Clark had exited the truck and immediately headed to his loft to think about the recent events that had just occurred on the bridge. Clark couldn't wrap his mind around the idea that he was still living when he had been hit full on by a car driving at 40 miles per hour. He wanted to believe that it was just luck that spared him, but it didn't settle as an possible answer. As Clark was in deep thought of the answer, he could here footsteps that were leading up to his loft. His dad appeared at the top of the stairs and started to walk towards him.

"Clark there's something I want to tell."

"Okay about what, dad?"

"Your mom and I should have told you this a long time ago, but wasn't sure if you were able to handle the truth."

"The truth," asked Clark raising an eyebrow.

"Son your not adopted. We found you on the day of the meteor shower coming back from Nell's flower shop. You came to earth with the meteors in a spaceship. You're not just a normal human being you're actually an alien."

"What you're joking right! You had me there for a second where I actually thought you were serious. I mean seriously like do you have my spaceship in the attic." Clark joked.

"Actually your spaceship is in the cellar," Johnathon corrected him.

"What so all this time you never told me this! I knew I wasn't like everyone else and especially when I got hit by that car that hit me at 40 miles per hour." To prove his Clark on the wood shredding machine and stuck his right arm in the machine to see. The machine made a strange noise like something was stuck in it and screeched. Johnathon reacted by pulling his arm out only to discover that there were no scratches or cuts on his arm, but his plaid shirt had got torn and frayed. "I can't believe that you wait till now to tell me I'm from another planet!" Clark said frustrated and annoyed. He stormed off from the loft to find some place quiet to get this fact through his head without damaging anything on the farm with his super strength.