"Who's that?", giggled a girl with short brown hair up in curly pigtails.
The rest of the group turned and echoed her laughter.
"I dont know, but she sure does dress funny!"
They were all pointing and whispering as the new girl slowly walked up the steps
into the middle school building. It was the first day of seventh grade and the cheerleaders
stood outside commenting on everyone entering. Lana Lang sighed. She didnt like to be
mean to anyone.
"Guys, maybe we shouldnt be talking about people like that."
She must have been a little louder than she intended because the new girl
immediatly turned and looked her right in the eyes. They held each others gaze for a
couple of seconds before Lana smiled. The girl, however, didnt smile back and continued
walking.
"Nice move, Lana. Now freak girl has your number."
Lana made a face, "Whatever.", she said quickly, "Im going in. See ya'll later."
The pom pom brigade watched her leave, "Shes so weird sometimes.," The rest of
the girls nodded but before they could talk about it anymore someone spotted a guy with
blue hair and they soon forgot about their captains strange behavior.
Once inside, Lana scanned the hall. Nope. The girl was nowhere to be seen.
"Dang," she breathed. She'd really wanted to explain that she hadnt been making
fun. Only trying to help. Suddenly, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped.
"Lana. Its only me." She spun around to find herself face to face with Clark Kent.
"Oh," she said slightly annoyed, "Hi Clark."
"Hey. How was your summer?" Lana tried not to groan. She was not in the mood
for small talk with her personal stalker.
"Just fine, Clark and you?" His eyes lit up. 'Yes Clark Im asking about you. Im a
human being too. Im not a goddess.'
"It was fun. Hung out with Pete, you remember him right?"
"Uh huh," Lana looked right past him. She thought shed seen the weirdly dressed
girl enter the Rambler office, "I gotta go, Clark. Talk to you later ok?"
He sounded disappointed, "Sure."
She didnt have time to feel sorry for him at this moment. All she wanted was to
talk to that girl. The door to the Middle School Newspaper office was closed when she
reached it. She knocked. No answer. Lana didnt give up easily. She knocked again. No
answer. She raised her hand for the third time but the door opened.
"Jeez youre insistent!!" The girls face showed no emotion at all. She looked Lana
up and down, "Yes? Come to torment me some more?"
Lana was completely taken aback. She'd never met any like this before. Ever.
"Well? Am I using too big of words for you? Im sorry I dont speak cheer."
Lana grimaced, "We're not all like that you know."
"No some are worse."
She giggled but the other girls face remained flat. "Im serious"
Lana grinned, "Your funny. Anyways, I came to apologize. I wasnt making fun. I
didnt think they should make fun of you. I like your style."
The girl wasnt amused, "This is getting old."
"What is?"
The girl stared at her, "You bubblegums sure are stupid."
Lana frowned, 'Thats not very nice. Can I at least come inside so we can talk?"
"What do you want me to say?", the girl twirled a finger in her blonde hair and
grinned goofily, "Like, totally, I , like, looove your Guess pants!"
Lana pushed past her and into the office. The girl stagger backwards, "HEY! Not
cool! This is my private office! You cant..."
Lana glared at her, "Oh shut up already. For goodness sakes, you think your so
indestructable? You think no one else feels pain but you? You think us "pom poms" dont
get our feelings hurt by your cynical defenses? You like it when you get made fun of?
How do you think I feel?"
The girl looked bewildered.
Lana scoffed, "Oh noooow youre quiet."
Then the girl began to laugh. Just laugh. She was laughing so hard she had to sit
down.
"What the hecks so funny?"
The girl stopped long enough to mumble, "Didnt know cheerleaders had emotions
like that."
Lana smiled, "Havent you heard? Im the weird captain."
"Whats your name, pom pom?"
"Lana Lang. and you?"
"You even have the perfect name. Wow. Perfect body, Perfect Skin. I'd have
figured your name was Miss Popularity."
"Um...thanks but I hate it. Anyways, whats your name?"
"Chloe...Chloe Sullivan."
Lana smiled, "I like your name too."
"Wanna trade?"
Lana eyed her suspiciously, "Huh?"
Chloe smirked smugly, "Relax, Lang, Im only joking..." Lana raised an eyebrow
and Chloe grinned, "Unless you really want to..."
*Gabz*
The rest of the group turned and echoed her laughter.
"I dont know, but she sure does dress funny!"
They were all pointing and whispering as the new girl slowly walked up the steps
into the middle school building. It was the first day of seventh grade and the cheerleaders
stood outside commenting on everyone entering. Lana Lang sighed. She didnt like to be
mean to anyone.
"Guys, maybe we shouldnt be talking about people like that."
She must have been a little louder than she intended because the new girl
immediatly turned and looked her right in the eyes. They held each others gaze for a
couple of seconds before Lana smiled. The girl, however, didnt smile back and continued
walking.
"Nice move, Lana. Now freak girl has your number."
Lana made a face, "Whatever.", she said quickly, "Im going in. See ya'll later."
The pom pom brigade watched her leave, "Shes so weird sometimes.," The rest of
the girls nodded but before they could talk about it anymore someone spotted a guy with
blue hair and they soon forgot about their captains strange behavior.
Once inside, Lana scanned the hall. Nope. The girl was nowhere to be seen.
"Dang," she breathed. She'd really wanted to explain that she hadnt been making
fun. Only trying to help. Suddenly, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped.
"Lana. Its only me." She spun around to find herself face to face with Clark Kent.
"Oh," she said slightly annoyed, "Hi Clark."
"Hey. How was your summer?" Lana tried not to groan. She was not in the mood
for small talk with her personal stalker.
"Just fine, Clark and you?" His eyes lit up. 'Yes Clark Im asking about you. Im a
human being too. Im not a goddess.'
"It was fun. Hung out with Pete, you remember him right?"
"Uh huh," Lana looked right past him. She thought shed seen the weirdly dressed
girl enter the Rambler office, "I gotta go, Clark. Talk to you later ok?"
He sounded disappointed, "Sure."
She didnt have time to feel sorry for him at this moment. All she wanted was to
talk to that girl. The door to the Middle School Newspaper office was closed when she
reached it. She knocked. No answer. Lana didnt give up easily. She knocked again. No
answer. She raised her hand for the third time but the door opened.
"Jeez youre insistent!!" The girls face showed no emotion at all. She looked Lana
up and down, "Yes? Come to torment me some more?"
Lana was completely taken aback. She'd never met any like this before. Ever.
"Well? Am I using too big of words for you? Im sorry I dont speak cheer."
Lana grimaced, "We're not all like that you know."
"No some are worse."
She giggled but the other girls face remained flat. "Im serious"
Lana grinned, "Your funny. Anyways, I came to apologize. I wasnt making fun. I
didnt think they should make fun of you. I like your style."
The girl wasnt amused, "This is getting old."
"What is?"
The girl stared at her, "You bubblegums sure are stupid."
Lana frowned, 'Thats not very nice. Can I at least come inside so we can talk?"
"What do you want me to say?", the girl twirled a finger in her blonde hair and
grinned goofily, "Like, totally, I , like, looove your Guess pants!"
Lana pushed past her and into the office. The girl stagger backwards, "HEY! Not
cool! This is my private office! You cant..."
Lana glared at her, "Oh shut up already. For goodness sakes, you think your so
indestructable? You think no one else feels pain but you? You think us "pom poms" dont
get our feelings hurt by your cynical defenses? You like it when you get made fun of?
How do you think I feel?"
The girl looked bewildered.
Lana scoffed, "Oh noooow youre quiet."
Then the girl began to laugh. Just laugh. She was laughing so hard she had to sit
down.
"What the hecks so funny?"
The girl stopped long enough to mumble, "Didnt know cheerleaders had emotions
like that."
Lana smiled, "Havent you heard? Im the weird captain."
"Whats your name, pom pom?"
"Lana Lang. and you?"
"You even have the perfect name. Wow. Perfect body, Perfect Skin. I'd have
figured your name was Miss Popularity."
"Um...thanks but I hate it. Anyways, whats your name?"
"Chloe...Chloe Sullivan."
Lana smiled, "I like your name too."
"Wanna trade?"
Lana eyed her suspiciously, "Huh?"
Chloe smirked smugly, "Relax, Lang, Im only joking..." Lana raised an eyebrow
and Chloe grinned, "Unless you really want to..."
*Gabz*