This is my first fan fic. I don't own anyone, except for Serena. But
anyways.hope you like!!! I don't think there are any spoilers. But maybe
later on after the repeats I'll add some stuff. And this is supposed to be
a Clark/Lana fanfic, but that part is going to come in like the 3rd
chapter. Or fourth. Either one, I have to decide..
Chloe and Pete are walking towards the school, away from the school bus. Everyone is quiet, mainly because it's Monday. All that is changed by a large noise. We see a girl riding on a black motorcycle. It's not a Harley, it is a Ninja 650. The unknown girl is doing a wheelie as she enters the parking lot. Everyone looks around, stunned, yet curious of who she is. The girl is known as Serena Bryant from Shootersdale. Serena slowly rides in and parks her motorcycle where motorcycles belong. She has brown hair that is often mistaken for black, and has mocha skin. The crowd in front of the school is still staring. She gets off the motorcycle in one swift move, and starts striding towards the school. Serena is wearing dark beige cargo pants and a short sleeved black shirt (the kind that ends at your shoulders, not the regular ones). Over that is a black leather jacket. As she is walking towards the school, she takes off the black sunglasses that protect her eyes from bugs. She does not notice that the students are looking at her as if she has corn stalks growing out of her ears. The school bell rings and everyone goes inside.
"Have you ever seen anyone like her?" Chloe asked, baffled of Serena's appearance. "No, I'm afraid not, but I'd like to see more of her" Pete answered with a grin. Chloe punched him in the arm and shook her head. "Hey guys" Clark said. "Where have you been?" Chloe began. "Yeah, you just missed a HOT, HOT new girl," Pete said with another grin. "Shut up" Chloe said. They reached their lockers, and Pete said, "I'm serious man, she was the real deal!" Clark just smiled and shook his head as he got out his algebra book. "Ok Pete, you tell me, is she more beautiful than the one and only Lana Lang?" Clark said. "You'll just have to find out yourself" Pete said, and ran off towards History. Chloe shook her head again and smiled. She walked away towards biology. Clark was left alone by his locker. He just shrugged and closed his locker.
Serena sat outside the Principal's office. She was a little fidgety. "Here you go Miss Bryant" the secretary said in a robotic tone. "Welcome to Smallville High" she said not too long after she handed Serena her schedule. Serena replied with a nod and walked off towards her first class, which was algebra. When she reached the door, she took a deep breath and knocked.
Here Clark was, chilling out in algebra class. He had nothing to do. He already knew this stuff, thanks to his super powered mind. The teacher was droning on and on about knowing what to do and saying that you'll need to know this later on in life. There was a knock on the door. Thank the Lord, thought Clark. The teacher, Mr. Wesley, put down his piece of chalk and opened the door. "Well hello," Mr. Wesley said. He opened the door a little wider to let Serena in. "You must be the new student" he continued. She answered with a nod and a small smile. "Please, have a seat" he pointed to an open seat, right next to Clark. Serena sat down and took out her book and notebook. She must be the new girl, Clark thought.
Serena looked around. No one interesting. Except for the guy next to her. He was kinda cute. She could just look around, because algebra was a breeze. Or she could sneak looks at the guy next to her. Either option was good.
The girl was really pretty. Better than Clark expected. Honestly, he expected her to be a blonde, but let's not go into that. He made a mental note not to underestimate anyone anymore. The teacher started droning on again. But he didn't care. He couldn't take his eyes off her. "Can anyone do this problem?" Mr. Wesley asked, turning around. It was a pretty hard problem - at least it was for normal teenagers. "No one?" the teacher asked again, a little disappointed.
Serena knew the answer, but she didn't want to go up and write it. Don't pick me, please don't pick me, she thought. "How about the new student? Want to give it a shot?" Oh geez, she said in her head. As she stood up she had this "here I am world" feeling. She picked up a piece of chalk and wrote the answer. "Excellent" Mr. Wesley sad with a smile. After a few more minutes the bell rang, and the teacher yelled homework over the voices of the students. Serena set out to find her locker.
Clark couldn't stop thinking about her. That's not good. He went to his locker and dropped of his stuff. He had to hurry if wanted to get to P.E. on time.
449, 450, 451..aha, 452. She opened her locker effortlessly, and looked at the stuff inside. There were no pictures of celebrities or stickers. She was thankful for that. She'd bring her own tomorrow. She put all her stuff in. Someone's locker was open next to hers. Well, we better get to know each other if we are locker neighbors.
Clark felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and looked into the dark brown eyes of the girl in algebra class. "Uh, hi" Clark said. "Hi. I have the locker next to you, and I thought we might as well know each other if our lockers are next to each other" Serena replied. "Oh - yeah. I'm Clark, Clark Kent" he said putting out his hand. "Serena Bryant" She answered, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you" he said with a small smile. "Yes, and same to you" she replied, returning his small smile. "So what's your next class?" Clark asked. "I got Phys. Ed. What about you?" "Same" He said. "Okay then, let's go!" Serena said.
Serena looked around the locker room. A lot of the girls are staring at her. She tries not to notice. She found her locker for class yet again, and looked inside. Her new uniform was inside. She got dressed, and went outside. "Today, soccer scrimmage" the Phys Ed teacher said, clapping her hands together. The teacher picked the team captains, and they picked the teams. Serena was picked last. Oh well. They barely know anything about me, so I guess I don't blame them. They started playing, and she felt great. The other team had the ball, and it was on her side. She decided to steal it. She was successful, and she dribbled a little. After that, she passed.
Lana was pissed. She was on a roll, and she was confident that she was going to make a goal. How dare the new girl steal the ball? Whatever. She'll get back at her later.
After Serena passed, she received a pass from someone. She was right in front of the goal, so why not give it a shot? She kicked it, and it went past the goalie. The score was 1-0.
Lana wasn't going to let her have it this time. This is her game, and she is going to rock it! Nothing can let her down now. She dribbled down the field. I'll fake this bitch out.
Serena was ready. She ran towards the girl she stole from earlier, and stole it yet again. Serena hoped that the girl didn't hate her - she was just playing the game. She passed, and the ball was passed back. Oh man. I don't want to make another goal! Because then people will think I'm showing off. I'll pass back. After she passed, she got the ball again. Oh no. She was close to the goal, and people were getting closer to her. She passed back, and she got the ball again. But this time, the pass was in the air, and she had no choice but to jump up and kick it. Another goal. 2-0.
Alright, that was the last straw. Lana was going to "accidentally" bump into her. Who cares if she get s hurt? Ok, here she comes. Good thing I don't have the ball. Here I go-
WHAM!!!!!!
Serena fell to the ground. That didn't hurt too much. But at least I know now that the girl I've stolen from is angry at me. She stayed on the ground, thinking about how she ruined her first impressions. Later she was helped up by one of her teammates, and she muttered a small thanks. Her team was given a penalty shot, and everyone wanted her to take it. She didn't really want to, because that would make the girl more ticked. But they were telling her too, so she really had no choice. She went with the ball if front of the goal, and on the teacher's whistle kicked it. Yet another goal. 3-0. The other team was about to kick off, but another blow of the whistle came. Game over.
Another chapter soon! Hopefully I'll finish it tonite.
Chloe and Pete are walking towards the school, away from the school bus. Everyone is quiet, mainly because it's Monday. All that is changed by a large noise. We see a girl riding on a black motorcycle. It's not a Harley, it is a Ninja 650. The unknown girl is doing a wheelie as she enters the parking lot. Everyone looks around, stunned, yet curious of who she is. The girl is known as Serena Bryant from Shootersdale. Serena slowly rides in and parks her motorcycle where motorcycles belong. She has brown hair that is often mistaken for black, and has mocha skin. The crowd in front of the school is still staring. She gets off the motorcycle in one swift move, and starts striding towards the school. Serena is wearing dark beige cargo pants and a short sleeved black shirt (the kind that ends at your shoulders, not the regular ones). Over that is a black leather jacket. As she is walking towards the school, she takes off the black sunglasses that protect her eyes from bugs. She does not notice that the students are looking at her as if she has corn stalks growing out of her ears. The school bell rings and everyone goes inside.
"Have you ever seen anyone like her?" Chloe asked, baffled of Serena's appearance. "No, I'm afraid not, but I'd like to see more of her" Pete answered with a grin. Chloe punched him in the arm and shook her head. "Hey guys" Clark said. "Where have you been?" Chloe began. "Yeah, you just missed a HOT, HOT new girl," Pete said with another grin. "Shut up" Chloe said. They reached their lockers, and Pete said, "I'm serious man, she was the real deal!" Clark just smiled and shook his head as he got out his algebra book. "Ok Pete, you tell me, is she more beautiful than the one and only Lana Lang?" Clark said. "You'll just have to find out yourself" Pete said, and ran off towards History. Chloe shook her head again and smiled. She walked away towards biology. Clark was left alone by his locker. He just shrugged and closed his locker.
Serena sat outside the Principal's office. She was a little fidgety. "Here you go Miss Bryant" the secretary said in a robotic tone. "Welcome to Smallville High" she said not too long after she handed Serena her schedule. Serena replied with a nod and walked off towards her first class, which was algebra. When she reached the door, she took a deep breath and knocked.
Here Clark was, chilling out in algebra class. He had nothing to do. He already knew this stuff, thanks to his super powered mind. The teacher was droning on and on about knowing what to do and saying that you'll need to know this later on in life. There was a knock on the door. Thank the Lord, thought Clark. The teacher, Mr. Wesley, put down his piece of chalk and opened the door. "Well hello," Mr. Wesley said. He opened the door a little wider to let Serena in. "You must be the new student" he continued. She answered with a nod and a small smile. "Please, have a seat" he pointed to an open seat, right next to Clark. Serena sat down and took out her book and notebook. She must be the new girl, Clark thought.
Serena looked around. No one interesting. Except for the guy next to her. He was kinda cute. She could just look around, because algebra was a breeze. Or she could sneak looks at the guy next to her. Either option was good.
The girl was really pretty. Better than Clark expected. Honestly, he expected her to be a blonde, but let's not go into that. He made a mental note not to underestimate anyone anymore. The teacher started droning on again. But he didn't care. He couldn't take his eyes off her. "Can anyone do this problem?" Mr. Wesley asked, turning around. It was a pretty hard problem - at least it was for normal teenagers. "No one?" the teacher asked again, a little disappointed.
Serena knew the answer, but she didn't want to go up and write it. Don't pick me, please don't pick me, she thought. "How about the new student? Want to give it a shot?" Oh geez, she said in her head. As she stood up she had this "here I am world" feeling. She picked up a piece of chalk and wrote the answer. "Excellent" Mr. Wesley sad with a smile. After a few more minutes the bell rang, and the teacher yelled homework over the voices of the students. Serena set out to find her locker.
Clark couldn't stop thinking about her. That's not good. He went to his locker and dropped of his stuff. He had to hurry if wanted to get to P.E. on time.
449, 450, 451..aha, 452. She opened her locker effortlessly, and looked at the stuff inside. There were no pictures of celebrities or stickers. She was thankful for that. She'd bring her own tomorrow. She put all her stuff in. Someone's locker was open next to hers. Well, we better get to know each other if we are locker neighbors.
Clark felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and looked into the dark brown eyes of the girl in algebra class. "Uh, hi" Clark said. "Hi. I have the locker next to you, and I thought we might as well know each other if our lockers are next to each other" Serena replied. "Oh - yeah. I'm Clark, Clark Kent" he said putting out his hand. "Serena Bryant" She answered, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you" he said with a small smile. "Yes, and same to you" she replied, returning his small smile. "So what's your next class?" Clark asked. "I got Phys. Ed. What about you?" "Same" He said. "Okay then, let's go!" Serena said.
Serena looked around the locker room. A lot of the girls are staring at her. She tries not to notice. She found her locker for class yet again, and looked inside. Her new uniform was inside. She got dressed, and went outside. "Today, soccer scrimmage" the Phys Ed teacher said, clapping her hands together. The teacher picked the team captains, and they picked the teams. Serena was picked last. Oh well. They barely know anything about me, so I guess I don't blame them. They started playing, and she felt great. The other team had the ball, and it was on her side. She decided to steal it. She was successful, and she dribbled a little. After that, she passed.
Lana was pissed. She was on a roll, and she was confident that she was going to make a goal. How dare the new girl steal the ball? Whatever. She'll get back at her later.
After Serena passed, she received a pass from someone. She was right in front of the goal, so why not give it a shot? She kicked it, and it went past the goalie. The score was 1-0.
Lana wasn't going to let her have it this time. This is her game, and she is going to rock it! Nothing can let her down now. She dribbled down the field. I'll fake this bitch out.
Serena was ready. She ran towards the girl she stole from earlier, and stole it yet again. Serena hoped that the girl didn't hate her - she was just playing the game. She passed, and the ball was passed back. Oh man. I don't want to make another goal! Because then people will think I'm showing off. I'll pass back. After she passed, she got the ball again. Oh no. She was close to the goal, and people were getting closer to her. She passed back, and she got the ball again. But this time, the pass was in the air, and she had no choice but to jump up and kick it. Another goal. 2-0.
Alright, that was the last straw. Lana was going to "accidentally" bump into her. Who cares if she get s hurt? Ok, here she comes. Good thing I don't have the ball. Here I go-
WHAM!!!!!!
Serena fell to the ground. That didn't hurt too much. But at least I know now that the girl I've stolen from is angry at me. She stayed on the ground, thinking about how she ruined her first impressions. Later she was helped up by one of her teammates, and she muttered a small thanks. Her team was given a penalty shot, and everyone wanted her to take it. She didn't really want to, because that would make the girl more ticked. But they were telling her too, so she really had no choice. She went with the ball if front of the goal, and on the teacher's whistle kicked it. Yet another goal. 3-0. The other team was about to kick off, but another blow of the whistle came. Game over.
Another chapter soon! Hopefully I'll finish it tonite.
