N/ I only have my oc and my fanfic and your plot, nothing more.
When I arrived in that universe, I thought. This is so weird.
A summary of my life in this universe is: I was born a Kryptonian baby, By the name of Ellaria-El, Yes, the home of Superman. If that clear sign wasn't enough, I was in a very… different universe, so to speak.
I ended up falling to the ground at the home of a Mexican couple "Es un Bebê!" It was the first thing I heard from my adoptive mother. They were very nice, and I certainly understood very well what they said in Spanish, not because I learned in school or anything, I learned because Spanish and Brazilian Portuguese are similar. Yes, I used to live in Brazil before appearing in this universe. And no, Brazilians do not speak Spanish, we have our own language, which is similar and has some words similar to Spanish and Portuguese from Portugal, for this reason and due to the fact that they do not research properly, everyone gets confused thinking that we speak Spanish.
Anyway, I became bilingual in basically four languages, kryptones (I don't know how but I remembered hundreds of words in Kryptonian, which was super strange and at the same time very natural) English, Spanish and Portuguese.
I was an alien in a foreign family in a foreign country. in this case, united states, Kansas. What a coincidence huh.
I had fair skin and blue eyes, black hair. Very different from my adoptive parents, who had brown skin and brown hair with brown eyes.
It was weird growing up again, even weirder when my powers started to emerge. I almost collapsed when my super hearing came when I was just 10 years old. I ran out of the classroom and literally ran into exactly two trees, and they broke down, obviously.
It was scary and disorienting to hear so many voices and so many things at the same time, it was like I was in a crowd of people all talking so loudly that my head hurt a lot.
I ran through the forest and stayed up at night trying to control my powers while police tried to find me.
It was difficult, Scary, traumatic But I did it, I followed Superman's example and tried to focus on something. I don't know what a miracle, but I got it, partially. I could still hear a lot of things but it was so low that I almost couldn't understand it.
The cops and a lawyer even tried to get me out of my father's custody because I, I, had run away from school and they thought my parents didn't know how to take care of me or anything. It was beyond just unfair, the xenophobia of those idiots almost took me from my parents, whom I considered family. But, a man came and helped us.
His name is John, He was tall, black and wore a black coat with glasses. He claimed to be an FBI agent and also a lawyer.
And yes, I suspected. So, when we can finally get out and My parents and I went to our car, I excused myself and went to the man who was still talking to a police officer. He saw me walking up to him and dismissed the policeman.
I stopped in front of him and looked him up and down
"You're not from here, are you?" If he could read my mind, then he knew that I wasn't either.
And the theory was correct when he smiled at me "No, Andrea, I am not. Like you, I am not from this land. But you are beyond that, after all you are not of this universe." So yes, friends, he was the hunter from Mars.
In a few months, we became friends, or almost so.
he helped me with his powers and got me out of trouble if I lost control of any of my powers.
It was the eighth grade and I was exactly 14 years old when in the middle of my math class (and daydreaming because honestly thinking about calculations gives me a headache) a boy was introduced into my room, And no, I wasn't paying attention I was actually looking through the window at the clear sky that morning (unfortunately it's not a good day to fly, I'm bad at it anyway. I've faced trees about four times, two on rocks and five on the floor, My parents weren't happy when I got home all dirty with dirt and tree branches spread all over my body from head to toe. Well, at least I didn't break my glasses in those attempts. And Desisiti to try this for now)
So, back to the subject of the boy who just arrived… did I say that I hate canonical coincidences? You know, like meeting people you already know existed, but hope you don't meet them, just for fear of ruining everything? So when the teacher, dear teacher Madison (she's a bit of a nuisance, she is always picking on me, argh) She spoke the boy's name, I literally whipped my neck to the side when the name was spoken.
"What ?!" I exclaimed in amazement. The whole class looked at me, including the teacher and the boy (who raises an eyebrow at my behavior, I didn't like that, it seems arrogant)
I cringed. "I mean, what's that number right there?" I ask trying to divert my attention, with obvious shame, red cheeks and the teacher gave me a withering look. I push my glasses closer to my eyes with a shy smile "Sorry teacher, it won't happen again ..." I'm in serious trouble now, probably. "You can continue." I say and look away from my notebook. I hear some giggles and whispers, saying how much I'm in trouble (The teacher basically hates me, that's it. I was not good at math and sometimes it ended up happening ... say accidents, my physical strength is sometimes too much and I am still learning, but… well, the teacher is usually the one who sees the result of accidents and finds me problematic, but to do what if I'm clumsy? Wow, everyone makes mistakes, so much grudge, right?)
She clears her throat, drawing the attention of the class "Anyway, welcome your newest colleague, Sit down Lex."
N/The chosen boy in this scene obviously is Lex Luthor, let's make it clear that I'm not following the plot of Smallville, however the Lex actor remains Michael de Smallville, tries to imagine him younger or simply use Facpp
there will probably be very crazy crossover with flash, arrow and CW Supergirl. But I do not know, everything can change, I do not think I will follow the letter, obviously there are changes (not so many but we'll see) and we'll see what it's going to give, say what you think or not, ideas are welcome too,Well thanks for reading.