AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am quite surprised I'm awake enough to even write this. It's what, 12:00?, which isn't that late, but right now, it feels like it.
ANYWAYS, I wanted to apologize for the ridiculous wait on this chappie. School has started back up for me, and I gots to focus on that. But hey, when I spend more time on things, they tend to be better, so naybe this chapter will be better than the last.
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Crazy to think that the most powerful being in the world was kept in such a small and off-the-wall place. I mean, Smallville wasn't half the size of Amity Park, and Amity's not too big. I guess what I'm saying is that I find it pretty amazing that Clark was able to keep his secret for this long.
"Hey Clark, land over there, by those dumpsters. No one'll see us there," I told him. He was humming to himself without a care in the world while I was freaking out on the inside. Someone could've seen us! Now normally, I would've been like ,"Screw it." or something, but I really don't want to mess with the timestream...if that's even a thing.
"Okey dokey. Oh hey, this is the old Dollar General! You know, I used to work here. You could get everything at the old DG. It was crazy," I'm starting to think that young Clark is extremely annoying. As well as creepily cheery. Jeez, he's weirding me out.
We landed lightly on the dusty ground behind the store and I set to work trying to find some money in the bottom of the duffel bag, which was not easy to keep on when you're flying through the air. Nothing in the bag.
"Oh, hey Clark, check my pockets. I tend to stache extra cash in them. If we're lucky, we'll find a twenty or something," Clark nodded and felt around in the pockets of my pants while I did the same. While doing so, he nonchalantly looked around. When his eyes came upon one of the dumpsters, he grinned and walked over to it, putting his hands on it.
"Eww, Clark, don't you know how gross those things are?" I had been thrown inside my own fair share of dumpsters, and just the thought of touching the outside of one made me shiver. I guess I am a bit of a germophobe.
"Danny, this isn't just any dumpster..."
"Just like this isn't just any town, just any state, just any Dollar General for cryin' out loud!" I exclaimed sarcastically.
Clark ignored my comment, "This is the dumpster that has 'L+C' written on it..."
"Ooo, did Clark have a girrrrlfriend in high school?" I crooned, then deadpanned, "How adorable. Now please go buy me a hat or something so I don't get stared at like I'm some kind of freak?!" this earns me a glare from Clark. He apparently really cares about this 'L' person because he snatches the money out of my hands and stomps around the DG.
Minutes later, five boring minutes later, Clark returns with a hat to cover my strange, out-of-place hair. I had to tuck some in, but even then, it still found its way outside the edges of the hat. And Crows, what in the world? I guess they're a sports team.
As we walked out and around the corner of the DG, I looked at my feet to avoid looking anyone in the eyes. Clark was saying hi to everyone though, from the elderly women to the little children that flew past us. I thought they would be in school right about now. Little rascals must've skipped.
"Clark where exactly are we going?" I had been wondering about that, and had left it in his hands because I had no clue where I was half the time here. I was like an alien in a whole new world. The irony of that statement is overwhelming.
Clark opens his mouth to answer, but then both of the collars of our shirts are ripped up in the air and my hat flies off in the process. I look to Clark, who looks like he just got stung by about a million bees. In other words, he's one unhappy camper. I'm sure the edges of his frown could weighed fifty pounds they were down so far. I almost laughed at his appearance, then looked up to see our captor.
A pudgy police officer held us in his hands, and I groaned. I concentrated. Hard. A cold feeling washed over me, and I yelled inwardly, "YES!" that I had managed to phase out of the officer's grip. Too bad I was busy celebrating at the return of my powers that he grabbed me up again and shoved Clark and me both into his cruiser, which we had somehow not noticed. I beat on the windows for a few seconds then slowly stopped because it was a lost cause. I couldn't phase us out of here, and I didn't even want to try to see if I could fly or turn invisible yet. I would just have to wait to try those powers out.
Clark, all the while, was still Mr. Grumpypants about the whole situation.
"Hey, man, what's wrong with you?" I asked him, then whispered lowly so that only he could hear, "My powers are back, so we'll be out of the PD in no time," I grinned once more at my most recent triumph.
"Good for you, Danny, but we're not going to the police station. We're going somewhere worse. Much worse."
"What could be worse than..." I trailed off, "Oh no...Not there."
"Yes there," Clark replied, "We're going to high school."
Line break- (n.) the place where a line of poetry ends, unguided by traditional punctuation conventions...OR WHATEVER THIS IS.
The officer dumped us outside the school without a word. He just stopped in front, got out of the driver's seat, and grabbed us both and threw us out. I'm sure I could've made it more dramatic and somehow gotten him in trouble, but a look from Clark said otherwise. So I just let the guy throw me on the ground. He kind of reminded me of Dash in a way. I imagined Dash's face on his fat neck...I was almost traumatized.
"He must've called ahead and let them know we're coming..." Clark noticed, "Yeah, there's the VP, Carlton," Clark pointed ahead to a woman walking towards us. She was dressed in a clean cut pants-suit, and she had a no-nonsense look about her. She was kind of intimidating, but I guess that was the point.
"Kent!...and friend. You two report to the gymnasium RIGHT NOW." she told us, her voice almost as sharp as the points of her high heels, which I was staring at. I didn't want her to see my eyes, because that would surely make her suspiscious of my presence.
"Yes ma'am," Clark said, his voice almost as low as my eyes. We walked to the gym on the outside of the school, in the heat. I had kept the duffel bag with me somehwow, and I carried it on my hip now.
"Hey, Danny what day is it?" Clark asked me. He pulled me out of a staring contest with Carlton. I let her win.
"Hmm? Oh, well it was Tuesday when we left the future."
"Then it should be Tuesday here, and if I remember correctly..." he pushed open the door to the gym, "It's dodgeball day."
There were about eighteen kids in the gym, all dressed in white t-shirts and red shorts. Some were talking and gossiping, and some were stretching and picking on other kids. They all stopped and stared at Clark and me when we opened the slightly squeaky doors to gym. You could hear a pin drop. People had stopped midsentence just to see the two boys who were late to gym class. They must not get out a lot.
Out shoes made squeaky noises on the basketball court floor. I was about to walk over to the bleachers, as I was ignoring all the stares I was getting, but Clark pulled me over to the boys locker room.
"We have to dress out. County rules." Clark reminded me. So we both got dressed in the locker room. I had always been a thin one, so my legs looked like toothpicks, and Clark's weren't much better. He was all smiles for some reason, though. I thought about this as I reluctantly changed out of my familiar t-shirt in exchange for a new one that had a black crow on it. At least it was clean. And I was able to keep the Converse.
We walked out of the locker room ready to go. I was worried that someone would mess with my duffel, but Clark reassured me that not much goes on in this school.
The gym teacher/coach had returned by then, and they were already picking teams for dodgeball. Some huge blonde jock-looking guy and a smaller, yet more fierce looking girl were the captains. Most of the people were already gone, and Clark and I walked up behind them nonchalantly.
"Clark! Get your butt over here!" the girl called, and Clark smirked. When he got over to her, he whispered something in her ear, and she nodded and smiled in my direction. The blonde jock picked someone from the remaining group, but I didn't pay attention to who it was. I was looking at the girl whom Clark apparently knew.
Her hair was a fiery red, but she didn't have the usual red-head freckles speckeled across her nose and upper-cheeks. Her eyes were bright green, and the seemed to analyze everything they touched. I didn't get much farther than that because her voice crossed my mind.
"Danny! Come on over here." she yelled to me. People looked around. I guess they weren't used to a Danny in thier class. Clark must've told her my name, because she smiled at me when I joined them. The last few people were chosen and then we took our sides. I looked at our team. The girl chose people who were slender and they looked fast. She had poeple who couldn't throw very well, but they could dodge like pros. Good strategy.
"I'm Lana Lang. Clark's just told me about you," the held her hand out for me to shake and when I did, she continued, "You hair and eyes...peculiar...but it suits you." I frowned and she laughed. She's extremely outspoken, I can tell. Isn't afraid to say what's on her mind.
We had to position ourselves with one hand or foot on the gym wall and when the coach blew her whistle, we would run for the red, rubber dodgeballs in the middle of the court. It was all out war when that whistle was blown.
"Wait for it...Wait for it..." Lana chanted lightly. She was a competitive one.
A loud noise sounded. The whistle.
Let the game begin.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I think this chapter sucked. But hey, most filler chapters do. We'll get to see the actual game next chappie.
Oh, and hey, I just started watching Doctor Who for the first time ever, and let me tell you: That show is freaking weird.
Hopefully it won't be another month before I update.
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