Summary: There's a new girl at Smallville High. She begins to have an interest in Clark, but most likely not in the way your dirty little minds are registering.
Disclaimer: I own Sterling Joan DeRobertis and her family.
So Much For Sanity
By Blitz
:: You walk into a pitch black room. All is silent. All is dark. You look around you, wondering where to go now. You look down, realizing there is no floor beneath you, only pitch blackness. There are no walls, there is no ceiling, there is nothing save for you. Suddenly, there is a staticy, dulled click as an unseen spotlight flashes onto the host of the production, the marvelous tale which is yet to unfold before your eyes. She is a girl, looking no more than 13, but in fact she is nearly 16 years old. She has short, wavy brown hair and dark blue eyes. She wears A black pleather coat over a black t-shirt with a red rose on it. She wears a choker, a black cuff with several long spikes on it, a brown leath cuff, ample eyeliner, mascara, black nailpolish, and black lipstick. She also wears a long, velvet, black skirt with safety pins up the slit. She steps one step closer to you, smiles slightly, and begins as you notice others around you.::
Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to my, Blitz's, Masterpiece Theater. If by "Masterpiece" you mean "Soon-To-Become Classics" and by "Soon-To-Become Classics" you mean some crappy writing I wrote just cuz I felt like it, then, yes, Masterpiece. And if by Theater, you mean a large building with a stage, and if by that you mean yourself in front of a computer screen with a Dr. Pepper a foot away, growing stale and developing some sort of biotic skin that you think you may send to a laboratory to have checked out and swarms of paper around your desk, then yes, this is a Theater. And if by Blitz, you mean, me, a teenage prodigy and if by that you mean a little wise-ass that has nothing else to do than annoy the hell out of people with awful, overdone jokes, then yes, it is I, Blitz.
Please. Sit down.
Please.
No! Don't get up!
For the love of tap-dancing Christ, sit your asses down before I go nuclear on ya!
Thank you. That's better.
Now let me set the scene for you: Smallville. An accurately named town with not much going on inside it. Or so one would think. Here in Smallville, there is a young boy named Clark Kent who, annoyingly enough, looks as if he should be in college. Instead, he is around 15 years old.
There is also Lana Lang, who has eyes that are large enough to be one of dem anime critters.
There is Lex Luthor, who has a girly name and is bald, making him look a future Patrick Stewert. But he is a fellow wise-ass, so I'll leave him alone.
There is Whitney Fordman who also has a girly name, making everyone feel some pity toward the men of Smallville. How cruel a life they must lead. Whitney is dating Lana, though many of us already know he is just kidding himself by dating a girl.
Then there is Chloe Sullivan. She writes for the Torch, a newspaper evidently started by fellow pyromaniacs. God bless their little fire-starting hearts. She is into the supernatural, so she will be left well enough alone also.
And then there is Pete Ross. Maybe a knock-off of Pete Rose? We have yet to see. He is one of the only guys in this show without a girly name and I don't know him. He's just there. I'll attempt to take shots at him throughout this episode, however.
Then there are Mr. and Mrs. Kent and Aunt Nell. They're just there. I don't know why. They should just all go away. Please make them go away. They're wise-ass intolerant and don't agree with me.
There is one last character I have yet to name, and that is a young girl, new to Smallville. She makes her way onto the scene one sunny day in Autumn . . .
Disclaimer: I own Sterling Joan DeRobertis and her family.
So Much For Sanity
By Blitz
:: You walk into a pitch black room. All is silent. All is dark. You look around you, wondering where to go now. You look down, realizing there is no floor beneath you, only pitch blackness. There are no walls, there is no ceiling, there is nothing save for you. Suddenly, there is a staticy, dulled click as an unseen spotlight flashes onto the host of the production, the marvelous tale which is yet to unfold before your eyes. She is a girl, looking no more than 13, but in fact she is nearly 16 years old. She has short, wavy brown hair and dark blue eyes. She wears A black pleather coat over a black t-shirt with a red rose on it. She wears a choker, a black cuff with several long spikes on it, a brown leath cuff, ample eyeliner, mascara, black nailpolish, and black lipstick. She also wears a long, velvet, black skirt with safety pins up the slit. She steps one step closer to you, smiles slightly, and begins as you notice others around you.::
Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to my, Blitz's, Masterpiece Theater. If by "Masterpiece" you mean "Soon-To-Become Classics" and by "Soon-To-Become Classics" you mean some crappy writing I wrote just cuz I felt like it, then, yes, Masterpiece. And if by Theater, you mean a large building with a stage, and if by that you mean yourself in front of a computer screen with a Dr. Pepper a foot away, growing stale and developing some sort of biotic skin that you think you may send to a laboratory to have checked out and swarms of paper around your desk, then yes, this is a Theater. And if by Blitz, you mean, me, a teenage prodigy and if by that you mean a little wise-ass that has nothing else to do than annoy the hell out of people with awful, overdone jokes, then yes, it is I, Blitz.
Please. Sit down.
Please.
No! Don't get up!
For the love of tap-dancing Christ, sit your asses down before I go nuclear on ya!
Thank you. That's better.
Now let me set the scene for you: Smallville. An accurately named town with not much going on inside it. Or so one would think. Here in Smallville, there is a young boy named Clark Kent who, annoyingly enough, looks as if he should be in college. Instead, he is around 15 years old.
There is also Lana Lang, who has eyes that are large enough to be one of dem anime critters.
There is Lex Luthor, who has a girly name and is bald, making him look a future Patrick Stewert. But he is a fellow wise-ass, so I'll leave him alone.
There is Whitney Fordman who also has a girly name, making everyone feel some pity toward the men of Smallville. How cruel a life they must lead. Whitney is dating Lana, though many of us already know he is just kidding himself by dating a girl.
Then there is Chloe Sullivan. She writes for the Torch, a newspaper evidently started by fellow pyromaniacs. God bless their little fire-starting hearts. She is into the supernatural, so she will be left well enough alone also.
And then there is Pete Ross. Maybe a knock-off of Pete Rose? We have yet to see. He is one of the only guys in this show without a girly name and I don't know him. He's just there. I'll attempt to take shots at him throughout this episode, however.
Then there are Mr. and Mrs. Kent and Aunt Nell. They're just there. I don't know why. They should just all go away. Please make them go away. They're wise-ass intolerant and don't agree with me.
There is one last character I have yet to name, and that is a young girl, new to Smallville. She makes her way onto the scene one sunny day in Autumn . . .