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Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
Author's Notes: I based Smallville High on my high school. Going an average speed of 45mi/hr (that is about what I go on back roads, sometimes 50mi/hr) it would take 5min to go 3.75 miles. Pete is the man!!!
~~~.~~~ = Clark's thoughts
Clark handed Kacey her duffle bag, as he ran into the house to grab the truck keys. Kacey made her way over to the truck. She threw her bags in the back and waited by the door for Clark to come back. He came jogging out a minute later. They both climbed in the cab and headed down the road. They rode in silence. Kacey looked out the window, while Clark kept his eyes on the road. They arrived at the Kacey's a mere five minutes later.
"Well, thanks for the ride," Kacey said after she had retrieved her bags from the truck bed.
"No problem," Clark replied as he flashed her a big smile.
"Well, I'll see you later."
"Bye."
With that, Kacey turned around and walked into the large farmhouse. Clark smiled as he watched Kacey walk away.
Clark returned home to find his parents waiting for him at the kitchen table.
"Clark, where have you been all afternoon?" His mother asked with a tone that was a mixture of anger and worry.
"Well...I was in...I was in detention," Clark replied. He had been dreading this lecture, that he knew was coming, all the way home from Kacey's.
"Detention?" Martha asked, a little confused and shocked.
"What happened?" His father asked.
"Well...I was late for class..."
"Why were you late for class?" Jonathan interrupted.
"I walked to school, because I missed the bus."
"You walked," Martha said in disbelief. "Just how late were you?"
"Two hours late for school...around ten minutes late for my math class."
"Clark!!" Jonathan exclaimed, shaking his head. "Alright what happened next?"
"I muttered something out loud during class. Mr. Miller made a smart comment, and I retorted. Principle Kwan gave me one night of detention. So...I decided to serve it after school today."
"Clark, you know better to mouth off to your teachers." Jonathan stated.
"I know, but he just struck a nerve. I mean, the guy hates me for no reason." Clark said letting his frustration come out in his voice.
"I'm sure he doesn't hate you. But he probably doesn't appreciate you interrupting his class." His father said while giving him a look that said that he should know this already.
"You're probably right." Clark said, deciding not to argue with his parents.
"Well next time, even though there shouldn't be a next time, call us to let us know where you are," his mother said.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you guys worry."
"It's alright. Just call next time, ok. We know that you are pretty much able to take care of yourself, but we still worry." His father said.
"Ok, dad. I will. I promise."
"Alright. Now go finish your chores before dinner is ready." Martha said cracking a smile.
After finishing his chores and eating dinner, Clark retreated to the barn loft to do homework. He was sprawled out on the floor once again trying to read from his Biology book. He could have finished the entire one thousand-page book into a couple of minutes, but he just didn't feel like doing anything that required him to tap into his special abilities. With each page he turned his eyelids became more and more heavy, until it was impossible for him to keep them open.
It had taken a serious amount of apologizing and a promise to take his little brother to the movies, but Pete had finally convinced his parents to let him go to Clark's house. He hadn't bothered to call before leaving. He hadn't seen Clark all day at school. And even though he didn't think that Clark was avoiding him, he wasn't positive. Therefore, he figured the best way to avoid being told not to come was to just show up. He arrived at the Kent's around eight. He strolled up to the door and knocked.
"Hello, Mrs. Kent. Is Clark around?" Pete asked.
"Hi, Pete. Yeah, he's in barn. You can go on over." Martha replied.
"Thanks."
Pete jogged over to the barn and up the stairs to the loft. He was just about to shout out a hello when he saw Clark. Pete lost his voice as he stood in utter shock at what he saw.
Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
Author's Notes: I based Smallville High on my high school. Going an average speed of 45mi/hr (that is about what I go on back roads, sometimes 50mi/hr) it would take 5min to go 3.75 miles. Pete is the man!!!
~~~.~~~ = Clark's thoughts
Clark handed Kacey her duffle bag, as he ran into the house to grab the truck keys. Kacey made her way over to the truck. She threw her bags in the back and waited by the door for Clark to come back. He came jogging out a minute later. They both climbed in the cab and headed down the road. They rode in silence. Kacey looked out the window, while Clark kept his eyes on the road. They arrived at the Kacey's a mere five minutes later.
"Well, thanks for the ride," Kacey said after she had retrieved her bags from the truck bed.
"No problem," Clark replied as he flashed her a big smile.
"Well, I'll see you later."
"Bye."
With that, Kacey turned around and walked into the large farmhouse. Clark smiled as he watched Kacey walk away.
Clark returned home to find his parents waiting for him at the kitchen table.
"Clark, where have you been all afternoon?" His mother asked with a tone that was a mixture of anger and worry.
"Well...I was in...I was in detention," Clark replied. He had been dreading this lecture, that he knew was coming, all the way home from Kacey's.
"Detention?" Martha asked, a little confused and shocked.
"What happened?" His father asked.
"Well...I was late for class..."
"Why were you late for class?" Jonathan interrupted.
"I walked to school, because I missed the bus."
"You walked," Martha said in disbelief. "Just how late were you?"
"Two hours late for school...around ten minutes late for my math class."
"Clark!!" Jonathan exclaimed, shaking his head. "Alright what happened next?"
"I muttered something out loud during class. Mr. Miller made a smart comment, and I retorted. Principle Kwan gave me one night of detention. So...I decided to serve it after school today."
"Clark, you know better to mouth off to your teachers." Jonathan stated.
"I know, but he just struck a nerve. I mean, the guy hates me for no reason." Clark said letting his frustration come out in his voice.
"I'm sure he doesn't hate you. But he probably doesn't appreciate you interrupting his class." His father said while giving him a look that said that he should know this already.
"You're probably right." Clark said, deciding not to argue with his parents.
"Well next time, even though there shouldn't be a next time, call us to let us know where you are," his mother said.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you guys worry."
"It's alright. Just call next time, ok. We know that you are pretty much able to take care of yourself, but we still worry." His father said.
"Ok, dad. I will. I promise."
"Alright. Now go finish your chores before dinner is ready." Martha said cracking a smile.
After finishing his chores and eating dinner, Clark retreated to the barn loft to do homework. He was sprawled out on the floor once again trying to read from his Biology book. He could have finished the entire one thousand-page book into a couple of minutes, but he just didn't feel like doing anything that required him to tap into his special abilities. With each page he turned his eyelids became more and more heavy, until it was impossible for him to keep them open.
It had taken a serious amount of apologizing and a promise to take his little brother to the movies, but Pete had finally convinced his parents to let him go to Clark's house. He hadn't bothered to call before leaving. He hadn't seen Clark all day at school. And even though he didn't think that Clark was avoiding him, he wasn't positive. Therefore, he figured the best way to avoid being told not to come was to just show up. He arrived at the Kent's around eight. He strolled up to the door and knocked.
"Hello, Mrs. Kent. Is Clark around?" Pete asked.
"Hi, Pete. Yeah, he's in barn. You can go on over." Martha replied.
"Thanks."
Pete jogged over to the barn and up the stairs to the loft. He was just about to shout out a hello when he saw Clark. Pete lost his voice as he stood in utter shock at what he saw.