It was almost morning. He had been awake for most of the night. His mother and father protested that he stay home today since of his condition, but he refused.
"I'm not going to let me being different control my life like it has in the past! I'm going to school!" Clark said to his parents. "If anything weird happens I'll come home, ok? If it will make you feel better, you come get me out of school early. Say it's a doctor's appointment or something..." Clark told.
With his backpack over his shoulder he grabbed a piece of toast and speed off. The bell hadn't rung yet for them to go into their first period class so he just walked the halls to waist some time. Until he saw Pete coming towards him looking angry.
"Hey, man! Why didn't you meet me for lunch! Chloe and I had to put up with everyone on our own!" Pete said angrily.
"Pete, I'm sorry... I didn't feel good, so I went home." Clark answered.
Pete looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry for being rude like that Clark... I'm not mad at you! I just wish everyone would just stop making fun of me for that incident in math class." Pete said slowly.
"Don't worry about it Pete. Everything will be ok!" Clark said with a grin.
"Yeah," Pete agreed.
The bell rang...
"I'll talk to you later then?" Clark said.
"Yeah," Pete yelled from a couple feet away walking to opposite direction with a smile on his face.
When Clark was walking towards his next class he over heard a bunch of cheerleaders with books in hands talking. It wasn't like Clark to listen in on conversations, but they were walking the same direction as he was.
"So, Whitney isn't here today?" One of the girls said to the other.
"Yeah... He is a total sneeze bag. I heard he got the cold or something and probably will be out for a week."
Clark had a good expression on his face. His smile raised up the more he thought what he could do with Whitney gone...
(NO... Clark! You can't! It's wrong!) He said to himself. (Oh... Clark, your always the good boy! Look where it got you, you could have had Lana, but "no!" I believe these where close to your exact words, "Lana, Whitney needs you!" (Why don't you just shove a light up my ass!" His thoughts said to himself.
He had a look of discuss the more he thought about it. He got to his room and sat down at his seat... Looking at the front of the class blankly the bell rang and Lana, of all people, sat next to him that day. When Chloe walked in the class late, she was surprised to see Lana siting in her seat. She instead sat behind them.
"I'll never be late again!" She thought to herself, as her hand pounded on the desk.
"Hey, Lana!" Clark said. "What makes you seat here today? Not that I don't want you to seat here, it's just that I'm wondering... and umm... yeah!" Clark said extremely fast.
Lana gave Clark a look, then started to laugh.
"Maybe you should switch to de-cafe," Lana said with a happy expression.
"Yeah... I have been meaning to do that for some time now!" Clark said with a smile.
They both laughed while looking at each other.
Chloe on the other hand, was holding a pencil, with her head down on the desk and quickly had the pencil "snap," between her fingers and thumb.
Clark and Lana didn't even seem to notice the moaning that came from Chloe...
Their class finally ended after what seemed to be a very short one. Clark and Lana were walking to their next classes together down another hall. A question came to mind.
"Lana?" Clark asked.
"Yeah Clark," Lana said looking up at him.
"What assignment were we suppose to be doing in that class anyway?" Clark asked.
Lana had a weird expression on her face... "You know what... I forgot what subject the class was!" Lana said with a laugh that soon had Clark in the mix as they walked down the hall.
Clark walked Lana to her class and wished her the best on her test, which she was going to be taking. Lana entered the class and waved bye to Clark as with the door shutting behind her. Clark started to walk down the hall with a grin on his face. He was walking in strides. He felt really happy today. Clark remembered that his next class was study hall. He could do what ever he wanted. He didn't even have to come if he preferred. He decided he should go anyway. When he entered the library he went to the history books. Most of the time no one went back there, in less they had an assignment to do. Clark thought it would be a good place to be alone. He scanned through some old books. His mind was starting to wonder... He was thinking more and more about Lana. Then he thought about Whitney! His thinking was disrupted by a jock standing in front of him. Clark had to look up since he was setting down on a chair.
"Hey! Man... I thought you weren't coming to school today dude!" The guy yelled at Clark happily.
Clark looked around the room only seeing bookshelves. He expected to see some one else that the guy was talking to. Clark looked up and pointed at himself.
"A-a-are, you talking to me?" Clark asked with a weird expression.
"Yeah! Do you see anyone else in the room man? I guess you really are sick!" The guy said. The person that was right in front of Clark was a foot ball player. He had his red and yellow jacket on with is number.
"Do I know you?" Clark asked.
The guy gave Clark a weird expression.
"You really should have stayed home if you don't feel that good Whitney!" The guy said to Clark.
"Whitney?" Clark yelled. "I'm not Whitney! My name is Clark?"
"What ever dude! You're way, funny. Maybe you should get away from the bust on the books or something!" The guy said in front of him with a grin.
Clark still had a weird look on his face.
"Whitney! Man are you ok?" The guy asked Clark.
Clark dropped his book on the floor has he stood up from the seat by the books. He quickly looked down at his hands. They were different. More white then usual and just plain different!
"Um... Do you got a mirror or something?" Clark asked.
"Yeah, here." The foot ball guy said to Clark as he handed him the little mirror from his pocket.
Clark slowly looked into it...
(Oh my GOD!) Clark thought to himself as he handed the mirror back to the guy.
"I'm not going to let me being different control my life like it has in the past! I'm going to school!" Clark said to his parents. "If anything weird happens I'll come home, ok? If it will make you feel better, you come get me out of school early. Say it's a doctor's appointment or something..." Clark told.
With his backpack over his shoulder he grabbed a piece of toast and speed off. The bell hadn't rung yet for them to go into their first period class so he just walked the halls to waist some time. Until he saw Pete coming towards him looking angry.
"Hey, man! Why didn't you meet me for lunch! Chloe and I had to put up with everyone on our own!" Pete said angrily.
"Pete, I'm sorry... I didn't feel good, so I went home." Clark answered.
Pete looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry for being rude like that Clark... I'm not mad at you! I just wish everyone would just stop making fun of me for that incident in math class." Pete said slowly.
"Don't worry about it Pete. Everything will be ok!" Clark said with a grin.
"Yeah," Pete agreed.
The bell rang...
"I'll talk to you later then?" Clark said.
"Yeah," Pete yelled from a couple feet away walking to opposite direction with a smile on his face.
When Clark was walking towards his next class he over heard a bunch of cheerleaders with books in hands talking. It wasn't like Clark to listen in on conversations, but they were walking the same direction as he was.
"So, Whitney isn't here today?" One of the girls said to the other.
"Yeah... He is a total sneeze bag. I heard he got the cold or something and probably will be out for a week."
Clark had a good expression on his face. His smile raised up the more he thought what he could do with Whitney gone...
(NO... Clark! You can't! It's wrong!) He said to himself. (Oh... Clark, your always the good boy! Look where it got you, you could have had Lana, but "no!" I believe these where close to your exact words, "Lana, Whitney needs you!" (Why don't you just shove a light up my ass!" His thoughts said to himself.
He had a look of discuss the more he thought about it. He got to his room and sat down at his seat... Looking at the front of the class blankly the bell rang and Lana, of all people, sat next to him that day. When Chloe walked in the class late, she was surprised to see Lana siting in her seat. She instead sat behind them.
"I'll never be late again!" She thought to herself, as her hand pounded on the desk.
"Hey, Lana!" Clark said. "What makes you seat here today? Not that I don't want you to seat here, it's just that I'm wondering... and umm... yeah!" Clark said extremely fast.
Lana gave Clark a look, then started to laugh.
"Maybe you should switch to de-cafe," Lana said with a happy expression.
"Yeah... I have been meaning to do that for some time now!" Clark said with a smile.
They both laughed while looking at each other.
Chloe on the other hand, was holding a pencil, with her head down on the desk and quickly had the pencil "snap," between her fingers and thumb.
Clark and Lana didn't even seem to notice the moaning that came from Chloe...
Their class finally ended after what seemed to be a very short one. Clark and Lana were walking to their next classes together down another hall. A question came to mind.
"Lana?" Clark asked.
"Yeah Clark," Lana said looking up at him.
"What assignment were we suppose to be doing in that class anyway?" Clark asked.
Lana had a weird expression on her face... "You know what... I forgot what subject the class was!" Lana said with a laugh that soon had Clark in the mix as they walked down the hall.
Clark walked Lana to her class and wished her the best on her test, which she was going to be taking. Lana entered the class and waved bye to Clark as with the door shutting behind her. Clark started to walk down the hall with a grin on his face. He was walking in strides. He felt really happy today. Clark remembered that his next class was study hall. He could do what ever he wanted. He didn't even have to come if he preferred. He decided he should go anyway. When he entered the library he went to the history books. Most of the time no one went back there, in less they had an assignment to do. Clark thought it would be a good place to be alone. He scanned through some old books. His mind was starting to wonder... He was thinking more and more about Lana. Then he thought about Whitney! His thinking was disrupted by a jock standing in front of him. Clark had to look up since he was setting down on a chair.
"Hey! Man... I thought you weren't coming to school today dude!" The guy yelled at Clark happily.
Clark looked around the room only seeing bookshelves. He expected to see some one else that the guy was talking to. Clark looked up and pointed at himself.
"A-a-are, you talking to me?" Clark asked with a weird expression.
"Yeah! Do you see anyone else in the room man? I guess you really are sick!" The guy said. The person that was right in front of Clark was a foot ball player. He had his red and yellow jacket on with is number.
"Do I know you?" Clark asked.
The guy gave Clark a weird expression.
"You really should have stayed home if you don't feel that good Whitney!" The guy said to Clark.
"Whitney?" Clark yelled. "I'm not Whitney! My name is Clark?"
"What ever dude! You're way, funny. Maybe you should get away from the bust on the books or something!" The guy said in front of him with a grin.
Clark still had a weird look on his face.
"Whitney! Man are you ok?" The guy asked Clark.
Clark dropped his book on the floor has he stood up from the seat by the books. He quickly looked down at his hands. They were different. More white then usual and just plain different!
"Um... Do you got a mirror or something?" Clark asked.
"Yeah, here." The foot ball guy said to Clark as he handed him the little mirror from his pocket.
Clark slowly looked into it...
(Oh my GOD!) Clark thought to himself as he handed the mirror back to the guy.