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. The song in this is "Even Angels Fall" by Jessica Riddle
So Much For Sanitiy
By Blitz
"Cheese rabbits!" Sterling Joan DeRobertis blurted out as she jolted out of bed at 7:00 in the morning. She paused, placing her hand to her forehead, a very bewildering look on her face. "Cheese rabbits?" she asked herself. She pulled herself out of bed and headed quickly for the shower. She had an hour and a half to be dressed and ready for school. Plus the few minutes it would need her to get on the school bus. "Cheese rabbits?" she asked herself, repeating the nonsensical words over to herself a third time. "No more Starbursts before bed," she told herself, though she knew it wasn't the Starbursts. She was just weird.
Hopping out of the shower and nearly tripping over the towerl wrapped around her, she quickly dressed herself in comfortable blue jeans and a black t-shirt with three guitars on it, one red, one yellow, and one blue. Underneath it said "Rock" in gray lettering. She dried her short, brown hair quickly with a pastel green towel and hung it up on the rack, skipping the stairs quickly to find her usual breakfast of cereal. And not the good stuff, either. No sugar. Just oats, wheat, and nuts. There was, of course, some "Oat Clusters", but she didn't know what on earth those were.
She jumped back up the stairs, nearly tripping again. She had 45 minutes left to do all she needed to do. She brushed her teeth, and then almost swallowed the green-mint generic mouth-wash. She then applied her black make-up and touched up her black nailpolish, then spread on the light blue lip gloss which she had conveniently "borrowed" from her sister. "Just one more thing to do," she said as she squeezed the blue hair gel into a comb. She carefully combed it in until her entire head was a dull yet neon blue. "Wha-la!" And 20 minutes left.
She made sure her backpack was ready, flipped on the radio to a punk and alternative station, and bounced happily around the room, looking for a good novel to take to school. She found The Shining. Perfect. She put on a spikey bracelet and a leath cuff that her late Uncle Steven had left to her. She always felt he was near when she wore it.
10 minutes to go.
"! Bus is here!" her mother called.
God damn that clock!
Sterling, or Joan to her friends, rushed down the stairs. "Thanks, Mom! See ya!" She walked quickly to the school bus and walked in, pushing her backpack to the floor beneath her seat, but not before she pulled out The Shining for some quick reading on the bus. Out of the corner of her eye, she sensed something, a sort of instinct that every creature - save slugs - were born with. She looked out her window and saw a blur of color. And then it was gone.
She watched, as if waiting for it to return, whatever it was. It looked as if something was running past. "That's nice," she muttered, opening her book to Chapter 1. The bus lurched to a stop repeatedly, constantly jarring her out of her concentration. "Sonuvabitch," she mumbled quietly.
Smallville High wasn't a large high school, but she preferred high schools that way. Less people to bother her. Less people to make fun of her. Less jocks. Less cliché cheerleaders. Less preps.
She looked out the window at the students of Smallville High. Goddamit, they were all there! How on earth could everyone she ever hated somehow end up going to her high school?! The jocks . . . the cheerleaders . . . THE PREPS!!!!
She sunk lower into her seat and groaned. After everyone had gone, she exited the bus. She suppressed a shudder as she passed a tall blonde student in a football jacket. He looked very smug.
She wanted to kick his ass just for wearing the jacket and looking so preppy. "Must be nice," she told herself, "Must be nice to preps . . . "
The first bell rang and she hurried to her first class. Once she had successfully found her locker, failed open it, and then found her true locker and filled it with the books she didn't need, she found her class. Then she found the right class. She chose a seat next to the window, then was told that that seat was being saved for someone. So she found a new seat next to a tall boy with dark brown hair and deep brown eyes.
She supposed he would be considered attractive by some, but would have preferred if he'd had a few more peircings, maybe spiked, dyed hair, some chain-belts, baggy pants . . . in short, if he'd changed his whole style. He turned and smiled at her. "Are you new here?"
"Ever seen me before?"
" . . . No."
Joan gave him a knowing look.
"Guess that answered my question."
"Yeah, I guess so." This isn't being nice to the preps, Sterling, she chastised herself. She sighed. "I'm Sterling. You can call me Joan, though. It's my middle name."
"Clark Kent."
The last bell rang and the teacher shut the door with a harsh click. "Good morning, students. Welcome to another bright and shining Monday morning."
The room echoed with groans.
"Shut it."
Everyone was silent.
The teacher's gaze turned to Sterling. "Ah, yes. Sterling DeRobertis? New student here, if anyone has noticed." He looked her up and down. "And judging from the hair, I'd say it's fairly hard not to notice her." There were a few chuckles, but Sterling kept a stoic face. "Please, Sterling, come up and introduce yourself." He made a gesture towards the front of the class.
Sterling stood up, the chair scraping against the ground, and sulked to the front of the class. "Hey, I'm Ster-"
"Louder!" the blonde, preppy jock she had seen in the hall said.
"Shut yer pie-hole!" she yelled at him. The class errupted in laughter at him.
"*Ahem* As I was saying, I'm Sterling DeRobertis. Just call me Joan, though - "
There were a few confused looks and someone asked, "Joan?"
"Yeah. You know. Like Joan of Arc? Remember? A little bit psycho? Cross-dressed a lot? Had all these voices in her head?" There were a few giggles. "Yeah. I'm Joan, from California. I like to read, write, listen to Siouxsie and the Banshees - "
"Who?" the jock asked again.
"Here we go, into the history of the great and wonderful Siouxsie Sioux. Started band in 1979, lasted until 1994 when they broke up. In 1991, their hit single "Kiss Them For Me" was number 6 on the Top 40. Can I go now?" Sterling asked, this directed at the teacher.
He nodded and she walked back to her seat.
"That wasn't embarassing in the least!" she said in a happy, yet utterly sarcastic voice.
"You didn't do too bad," Clark said.
Sterling gave him another look, narrowing her blue eyes. She then turned her attention toward the teacher's lecture, pulling out her notes. Instead of writing down what he was saying, she drew pictures of vampires and one of a werewolf girl in a kilt, a black t-shirt, and spikey bracelets. A perfect punk ensemble, in her opinion. And class was over.
One class over. Just six more. Six loooong classes left. And, of course, she had her powers.
Strange, new girls in a rural town attending a new high school always had super powers. Or were wanted by the coppers. One of the two. It was just a fact of life. So far she wasn't wanted by the police, so she had to have super powers. And she did, which made things a lot easier for her because then she wouldn't have to achieve them through a radioactive spider bite or suddenly going mutant and getting red shades or pointy hair or a white streak down the middle of her hair and killing people with a touch. This all made things a lot easier for Sterling/Joan.
Hers was an easy one to hide: flight and emitting red probability blasts from her hands which would alter the karma and probability of any situation. In short, she was just "lucky".
She couldn't possibly see why others had such trouble. It was easy. She just followed one simple rule: JUST DON'T DO IT. But there was always an acception. Sometimes she needed to use her powers when people were around. Such as when she wanted to scare preps.
As Sterling DeRobertis passed Clark Kent standing by a window, a girl with large eyes and long dark hair walking away from him, she thought she heard a faintly familiar song.
"You found hope
You found faith
Found how fast she could take it away
Found true love
Lost your heart
Now you don't know who you are
She made it easy
Made it free
Made you hurt 'til you couldn't see
Sometimes it stumps
Sometimes it flows
Baby, that is how love goes
You will fly and you will crawl
God knows even angels fall
No such thing as you lost it all
God knows even angels fall."
"What's that?" Sterling asked him. She still had five minutes to get to class.
Clark shrugged. I dunno. That just happens sometimes. Music just starts randomly playing around me."
"At least it's good music."
"I guess. It normally happens when something significant is happening. But it's only this loud when . . . "
"When what?"
"When this episode is ending," Clark finished. He shrugged. "Oh,well. See you in 7!"
"See ya." Sterling walked back to her class as the song started up again.
"It's a secret no one tells
One day it's heaven one day it's hell
It's no fairy tale
Take it from me
That's the way it's supposed to be
You will fly and you will crawl
God knows even angels fall
No such thing as you lost it all
God knows even angels fall."
To Be Continued . . .
Disclaimer: I own Sterling Joan DeRobertis and her family. The song in this is "Even Angels Fall" by Jessica Riddle
So Much For Sanitiy
By Blitz
"Cheese rabbits!" Sterling Joan DeRobertis blurted out as she jolted out of bed at 7:00 in the morning. She paused, placing her hand to her forehead, a very bewildering look on her face. "Cheese rabbits?" she asked herself. She pulled herself out of bed and headed quickly for the shower. She had an hour and a half to be dressed and ready for school. Plus the few minutes it would need her to get on the school bus. "Cheese rabbits?" she asked herself, repeating the nonsensical words over to herself a third time. "No more Starbursts before bed," she told herself, though she knew it wasn't the Starbursts. She was just weird.
Hopping out of the shower and nearly tripping over the towerl wrapped around her, she quickly dressed herself in comfortable blue jeans and a black t-shirt with three guitars on it, one red, one yellow, and one blue. Underneath it said "Rock" in gray lettering. She dried her short, brown hair quickly with a pastel green towel and hung it up on the rack, skipping the stairs quickly to find her usual breakfast of cereal. And not the good stuff, either. No sugar. Just oats, wheat, and nuts. There was, of course, some "Oat Clusters", but she didn't know what on earth those were.
She jumped back up the stairs, nearly tripping again. She had 45 minutes left to do all she needed to do. She brushed her teeth, and then almost swallowed the green-mint generic mouth-wash. She then applied her black make-up and touched up her black nailpolish, then spread on the light blue lip gloss which she had conveniently "borrowed" from her sister. "Just one more thing to do," she said as she squeezed the blue hair gel into a comb. She carefully combed it in until her entire head was a dull yet neon blue. "Wha-la!" And 20 minutes left.
She made sure her backpack was ready, flipped on the radio to a punk and alternative station, and bounced happily around the room, looking for a good novel to take to school. She found The Shining. Perfect. She put on a spikey bracelet and a leath cuff that her late Uncle Steven had left to her. She always felt he was near when she wore it.
10 minutes to go.
"! Bus is here!" her mother called.
God damn that clock!
Sterling, or Joan to her friends, rushed down the stairs. "Thanks, Mom! See ya!" She walked quickly to the school bus and walked in, pushing her backpack to the floor beneath her seat, but not before she pulled out The Shining for some quick reading on the bus. Out of the corner of her eye, she sensed something, a sort of instinct that every creature - save slugs - were born with. She looked out her window and saw a blur of color. And then it was gone.
She watched, as if waiting for it to return, whatever it was. It looked as if something was running past. "That's nice," she muttered, opening her book to Chapter 1. The bus lurched to a stop repeatedly, constantly jarring her out of her concentration. "Sonuvabitch," she mumbled quietly.
Smallville High wasn't a large high school, but she preferred high schools that way. Less people to bother her. Less people to make fun of her. Less jocks. Less cliché cheerleaders. Less preps.
She looked out the window at the students of Smallville High. Goddamit, they were all there! How on earth could everyone she ever hated somehow end up going to her high school?! The jocks . . . the cheerleaders . . . THE PREPS!!!!
She sunk lower into her seat and groaned. After everyone had gone, she exited the bus. She suppressed a shudder as she passed a tall blonde student in a football jacket. He looked very smug.
She wanted to kick his ass just for wearing the jacket and looking so preppy. "Must be nice," she told herself, "Must be nice to preps . . . "
The first bell rang and she hurried to her first class. Once she had successfully found her locker, failed open it, and then found her true locker and filled it with the books she didn't need, she found her class. Then she found the right class. She chose a seat next to the window, then was told that that seat was being saved for someone. So she found a new seat next to a tall boy with dark brown hair and deep brown eyes.
She supposed he would be considered attractive by some, but would have preferred if he'd had a few more peircings, maybe spiked, dyed hair, some chain-belts, baggy pants . . . in short, if he'd changed his whole style. He turned and smiled at her. "Are you new here?"
"Ever seen me before?"
" . . . No."
Joan gave him a knowing look.
"Guess that answered my question."
"Yeah, I guess so." This isn't being nice to the preps, Sterling, she chastised herself. She sighed. "I'm Sterling. You can call me Joan, though. It's my middle name."
"Clark Kent."
The last bell rang and the teacher shut the door with a harsh click. "Good morning, students. Welcome to another bright and shining Monday morning."
The room echoed with groans.
"Shut it."
Everyone was silent.
The teacher's gaze turned to Sterling. "Ah, yes. Sterling DeRobertis? New student here, if anyone has noticed." He looked her up and down. "And judging from the hair, I'd say it's fairly hard not to notice her." There were a few chuckles, but Sterling kept a stoic face. "Please, Sterling, come up and introduce yourself." He made a gesture towards the front of the class.
Sterling stood up, the chair scraping against the ground, and sulked to the front of the class. "Hey, I'm Ster-"
"Louder!" the blonde, preppy jock she had seen in the hall said.
"Shut yer pie-hole!" she yelled at him. The class errupted in laughter at him.
"*Ahem* As I was saying, I'm Sterling DeRobertis. Just call me Joan, though - "
There were a few confused looks and someone asked, "Joan?"
"Yeah. You know. Like Joan of Arc? Remember? A little bit psycho? Cross-dressed a lot? Had all these voices in her head?" There were a few giggles. "Yeah. I'm Joan, from California. I like to read, write, listen to Siouxsie and the Banshees - "
"Who?" the jock asked again.
"Here we go, into the history of the great and wonderful Siouxsie Sioux. Started band in 1979, lasted until 1994 when they broke up. In 1991, their hit single "Kiss Them For Me" was number 6 on the Top 40. Can I go now?" Sterling asked, this directed at the teacher.
He nodded and she walked back to her seat.
"That wasn't embarassing in the least!" she said in a happy, yet utterly sarcastic voice.
"You didn't do too bad," Clark said.
Sterling gave him another look, narrowing her blue eyes. She then turned her attention toward the teacher's lecture, pulling out her notes. Instead of writing down what he was saying, she drew pictures of vampires and one of a werewolf girl in a kilt, a black t-shirt, and spikey bracelets. A perfect punk ensemble, in her opinion. And class was over.
One class over. Just six more. Six loooong classes left. And, of course, she had her powers.
Strange, new girls in a rural town attending a new high school always had super powers. Or were wanted by the coppers. One of the two. It was just a fact of life. So far she wasn't wanted by the police, so she had to have super powers. And she did, which made things a lot easier for her because then she wouldn't have to achieve them through a radioactive spider bite or suddenly going mutant and getting red shades or pointy hair or a white streak down the middle of her hair and killing people with a touch. This all made things a lot easier for Sterling/Joan.
Hers was an easy one to hide: flight and emitting red probability blasts from her hands which would alter the karma and probability of any situation. In short, she was just "lucky".
She couldn't possibly see why others had such trouble. It was easy. She just followed one simple rule: JUST DON'T DO IT. But there was always an acception. Sometimes she needed to use her powers when people were around. Such as when she wanted to scare preps.
As Sterling DeRobertis passed Clark Kent standing by a window, a girl with large eyes and long dark hair walking away from him, she thought she heard a faintly familiar song.
"You found hope
You found faith
Found how fast she could take it away
Found true love
Lost your heart
Now you don't know who you are
She made it easy
Made it free
Made you hurt 'til you couldn't see
Sometimes it stumps
Sometimes it flows
Baby, that is how love goes
You will fly and you will crawl
God knows even angels fall
No such thing as you lost it all
God knows even angels fall."
"What's that?" Sterling asked him. She still had five minutes to get to class.
Clark shrugged. I dunno. That just happens sometimes. Music just starts randomly playing around me."
"At least it's good music."
"I guess. It normally happens when something significant is happening. But it's only this loud when . . . "
"When what?"
"When this episode is ending," Clark finished. He shrugged. "Oh,well. See you in 7!"
"See ya." Sterling walked back to her class as the song started up again.
"It's a secret no one tells
One day it's heaven one day it's hell
It's no fairy tale
Take it from me
That's the way it's supposed to be
You will fly and you will crawl
God knows even angels fall
No such thing as you lost it all
God knows even angels fall."
To Be Continued . . .