Clark Kent had missed the buss. Again. He didn't care though. He was
used to it. He really didn't mind running either. Clark was always careful.
He made absolutely sure no one saw him. In fact…he was getting a little
arrogant about it, which is what caused him problems today.
Running through the fields, Clark enjoyed the chance to be himself. He hated having to be so careful all the time about every little move he made or everything he said. Running to school was a temporary freedom. A chance to think about things like Lana, or the spaceship his parents had hidden on their property or school. It was a chance . . . to hear Limp Bizkit being played when there was absolutely no one else around. Clark stopped immediately and looked around. He didn't see anyone or anything close by enough to be playing music that loudly so where was it coming from. Another strange thing was it was getting louder and coming from his left. Before he got a chance to turn, something slammed into him hard enough to send him flying into a barbed wire fence 60 feet away from where he stopped, tangled in the wire. He looked up and saw a stranger standing nearby…a highly confused look on her face.
"I…well…I just…are you ok?" She asked, a destroyed CD player in her hands. She walked over to him, pushing blond hair out of her face.
"What?" Clark asked, also confused. She was perfectly fine. The only damage done was to her CD player but other than that she was perfectly unharmed.
"I asked you if you were ok," she repeated. "Are you?" an eyebrow raised slightly at this question. Clark, after a moment, nodded.
"Are you?" he asked as he tried to untangle barbed wire from his clothes.
"Perfect." She said. She then noticed the barbed wire and became confused again. The stuff was bent out of shape and this guy was perfectly unharmed. "Geez. You sure you're ok? That stuff didn't turn you into a strainer or something?"
"Wh- . . .oh, uh…no…guess I'm just lucky is all." Clark said quickly. Linda sighed and shook her head.
"That's not luck that's just weird."
"You think that's weird? You should meet my friend Chloe Sullivan. She devoted her entire life to weird stuff." Clark finally stood and looked the girl over briefly. She was so small! How could someone that small knock him that far….unless.. . .
"Gonna be late for school. Better get a move on." She said, walking towards the school.
Great! He saw me! Now, because of him, I'm gonna be late for school! She thought bitterly. She frowned and looked at her disc player, bits and pieces of her CD falling out.
"Can I ask you a question?" she asked, looking at the strange darkhaired guy.
"Uh, sure." He said, walking beside her, also wishing he could run.
"How did you manage to not get scratched by the fence? You hit it pretty hard, you know."
"How did you manage to run into me so fast? I didn't even see you coming." Clark asked. Linda stopped walking and sighed.
"I asked you a question first, man." Linda said. Clark remained quiet, lost in thought. "You have a big secret too huh?" Clark almost tripped when the strange girl asked.
"What do you mean?" He asked. "Like I said I was just lucky."
"Liar."
"That wasn't exactly fair coming from a stranger."
"Neither is being lied to. Now tell me the truth! You tell me your big secret I'll tell you mine," she said almost playfully. Clark raised an eyebrow and looked at the girl. She was grinning.
"I don't---"
"Know what? I'll show you mine first." She said as she removed her backpack. Holding it out at arms length she smiled at Clark. She let the bag go and it fell normally at first. Then, to Clark's surprise, it stopped.
"How….how are you….how are you doing that?" he asked, thoroughly surprised. The girl just smiled.
"Now since you know about that….don't tell anyone. Now if you don't mind..I'm going to be late for school." She took off running again, now not caring if anyone else saw her because late for school on the first day is always a bad idea.
Running through the fields, Clark enjoyed the chance to be himself. He hated having to be so careful all the time about every little move he made or everything he said. Running to school was a temporary freedom. A chance to think about things like Lana, or the spaceship his parents had hidden on their property or school. It was a chance . . . to hear Limp Bizkit being played when there was absolutely no one else around. Clark stopped immediately and looked around. He didn't see anyone or anything close by enough to be playing music that loudly so where was it coming from. Another strange thing was it was getting louder and coming from his left. Before he got a chance to turn, something slammed into him hard enough to send him flying into a barbed wire fence 60 feet away from where he stopped, tangled in the wire. He looked up and saw a stranger standing nearby…a highly confused look on her face.
"I…well…I just…are you ok?" She asked, a destroyed CD player in her hands. She walked over to him, pushing blond hair out of her face.
"What?" Clark asked, also confused. She was perfectly fine. The only damage done was to her CD player but other than that she was perfectly unharmed.
"I asked you if you were ok," she repeated. "Are you?" an eyebrow raised slightly at this question. Clark, after a moment, nodded.
"Are you?" he asked as he tried to untangle barbed wire from his clothes.
"Perfect." She said. She then noticed the barbed wire and became confused again. The stuff was bent out of shape and this guy was perfectly unharmed. "Geez. You sure you're ok? That stuff didn't turn you into a strainer or something?"
"Wh- . . .oh, uh…no…guess I'm just lucky is all." Clark said quickly. Linda sighed and shook her head.
"That's not luck that's just weird."
"You think that's weird? You should meet my friend Chloe Sullivan. She devoted her entire life to weird stuff." Clark finally stood and looked the girl over briefly. She was so small! How could someone that small knock him that far….unless.. . .
"Gonna be late for school. Better get a move on." She said, walking towards the school.
Great! He saw me! Now, because of him, I'm gonna be late for school! She thought bitterly. She frowned and looked at her disc player, bits and pieces of her CD falling out.
"Can I ask you a question?" she asked, looking at the strange darkhaired guy.
"Uh, sure." He said, walking beside her, also wishing he could run.
"How did you manage to not get scratched by the fence? You hit it pretty hard, you know."
"How did you manage to run into me so fast? I didn't even see you coming." Clark asked. Linda stopped walking and sighed.
"I asked you a question first, man." Linda said. Clark remained quiet, lost in thought. "You have a big secret too huh?" Clark almost tripped when the strange girl asked.
"What do you mean?" He asked. "Like I said I was just lucky."
"Liar."
"That wasn't exactly fair coming from a stranger."
"Neither is being lied to. Now tell me the truth! You tell me your big secret I'll tell you mine," she said almost playfully. Clark raised an eyebrow and looked at the girl. She was grinning.
"I don't---"
"Know what? I'll show you mine first." She said as she removed her backpack. Holding it out at arms length she smiled at Clark. She let the bag go and it fell normally at first. Then, to Clark's surprise, it stopped.
"How….how are you….how are you doing that?" he asked, thoroughly surprised. The girl just smiled.
"Now since you know about that….don't tell anyone. Now if you don't mind..I'm going to be late for school." She took off running again, now not caring if anyone else saw her because late for school on the first day is always a bad idea.