Author Note: Ummm if u ppl aren't reading there's really no point of even
writing. Please REVIEW!! PLEASE!!! If anyone's even reading this... *ahem*
Sorry about the ummm boringness (that's not even a word!!!) but like I said the story's just starting. I promise it will be even more exciting as I keep writing. OH and I know that there would probably never be an exchange student staying at the Kent residence.*cough* secret*ahem* but uhhh what's the fun in that? It is called FAN FICTION! Um I really wanna know if I should continue this story so... Uh...YEAH!
**This will indicate that someone is thinking **
Chapter 3
**Trees, trees, cows, more trees and more COWS! And corn.. HOW can we forget such and important aspect! ** Jean had been sitting, looking out the car window, for almost an hour and was getting bored.
Martha and Jonathan had talked to her for a while, you know the usual. Where she was from, if she had any siblings, pets, etc. etc. They talked about the town and the Luthor's big pesticide plant in Smallville.
Jean had just about told them everything that she "thought" that they should about her life, except for one little detail. Her abilities. And not like her abilities in soccer, art, and photography. No. Her PSYCHIC abilities. One of the many secrets that she was supposed to keep hidden from the world. Never to be revealed to anyone, not even her closest friends. No. The only people who knew the real truth about her abilities or "powers", as she liked to call them, was her parents and the other mutants at the institute. That was a terrible and dark side that she never wanted to be exposed to the world.
"Jean, we're here."
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she almost didn't hear Mrs. Kent calling her.
She basically jumped out of the car. Thankful to once again see the solid earth. Her black platform sandals hit the ground with a thud and she was sure that if she didn't slightly levitate herself in time she would have fell flat on her face. Thankfully no one seemed to notice. Only when she got out of the car and onto the plush green grass did she notice the house's true beauty. It just seemed to fit with the scenery. The birds were chirping, a dog was barking in the distance and the faint sound of mooing, obviously from cows somewhere in the pasture, not to mention the sun just setting in the east made every thing seem even more breath taking.
Jean reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a stunning black antique style camera. "Do you mind?" She asked politely, holding up the camera to as if to ask permission to take a picture of the scene. "I'm keeping a scrap book." She smiled.
"No not at all." It was Jonathan's turn to smile.
"I'm sure you're anxious to see the rest of the farm." Martha said after the young girl had finished taking the picture.
**For some reason I actually am, ** she thought to herself.
"Yes, thank you," she smiled again. **What is with me smiling? It must be all the coffee. Note: cut back on my caffeine intake. **
"But we were thinking that you would want to meet our son, Clark, first."
Jean nodded. Normally she was never this nervous or shy, but being in a new town and not knowing anyone would leave even the most outspoken person speechless.
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Clark had just noticed his parents walking up to the porch and only a mere seconds before, had finished cleaning the house.
He heard the door unlock and footsteps approaching the living room.
Jean was still looking around and observing the house that would be her temporary home, but her eyes stopped when she saw him.
"Jean this is Clark. Clark this is Jean." Martha quickly introduced them.
**OMG he's GORGEOUS! ** There stood before her. a god. He was tall, maybe 6' 3", she guessed. **Beautiful eyes, perfect hair.**
"Hi, I'm Jean." She had to catch herself from stuttering.
He smiled, "Clark," and shook her hand.
She had to force herself not to sigh. **And an awesome smile.she smiled, this must either be heaven or a dream, guys this great don't exist in my reality. And he has the prettiest eyes. the prettiest hazel-green eyes. **
"So now that you two are acquainted. Let's work on moving these suitcases up to the guest room." Jonathan said picking up a suitcase.
Jean still had her eyes fixed on the masterpiece in front of her.
Clark easily picked up one of her bags but tried to make it look like he was having a bit of trouble lifting it.
"What did you put in here? Bricks?" He teased.
"No, let's hope not." She laughed, "I can't possibly brush my teeth with a brick. I wouldn't have any teeth left."
Another round of laughter.
She had a feeling they were going to get along just fine.
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Sorry about the ummm boringness (that's not even a word!!!) but like I said the story's just starting. I promise it will be even more exciting as I keep writing. OH and I know that there would probably never be an exchange student staying at the Kent residence.*cough* secret*ahem* but uhhh what's the fun in that? It is called FAN FICTION! Um I really wanna know if I should continue this story so... Uh...YEAH!
**This will indicate that someone is thinking **
Chapter 3
**Trees, trees, cows, more trees and more COWS! And corn.. HOW can we forget such and important aspect! ** Jean had been sitting, looking out the car window, for almost an hour and was getting bored.
Martha and Jonathan had talked to her for a while, you know the usual. Where she was from, if she had any siblings, pets, etc. etc. They talked about the town and the Luthor's big pesticide plant in Smallville.
Jean had just about told them everything that she "thought" that they should about her life, except for one little detail. Her abilities. And not like her abilities in soccer, art, and photography. No. Her PSYCHIC abilities. One of the many secrets that she was supposed to keep hidden from the world. Never to be revealed to anyone, not even her closest friends. No. The only people who knew the real truth about her abilities or "powers", as she liked to call them, was her parents and the other mutants at the institute. That was a terrible and dark side that she never wanted to be exposed to the world.
"Jean, we're here."
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she almost didn't hear Mrs. Kent calling her.
She basically jumped out of the car. Thankful to once again see the solid earth. Her black platform sandals hit the ground with a thud and she was sure that if she didn't slightly levitate herself in time she would have fell flat on her face. Thankfully no one seemed to notice. Only when she got out of the car and onto the plush green grass did she notice the house's true beauty. It just seemed to fit with the scenery. The birds were chirping, a dog was barking in the distance and the faint sound of mooing, obviously from cows somewhere in the pasture, not to mention the sun just setting in the east made every thing seem even more breath taking.
Jean reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a stunning black antique style camera. "Do you mind?" She asked politely, holding up the camera to as if to ask permission to take a picture of the scene. "I'm keeping a scrap book." She smiled.
"No not at all." It was Jonathan's turn to smile.
"I'm sure you're anxious to see the rest of the farm." Martha said after the young girl had finished taking the picture.
**For some reason I actually am, ** she thought to herself.
"Yes, thank you," she smiled again. **What is with me smiling? It must be all the coffee. Note: cut back on my caffeine intake. **
"But we were thinking that you would want to meet our son, Clark, first."
Jean nodded. Normally she was never this nervous or shy, but being in a new town and not knowing anyone would leave even the most outspoken person speechless.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Clark had just noticed his parents walking up to the porch and only a mere seconds before, had finished cleaning the house.
He heard the door unlock and footsteps approaching the living room.
Jean was still looking around and observing the house that would be her temporary home, but her eyes stopped when she saw him.
"Jean this is Clark. Clark this is Jean." Martha quickly introduced them.
**OMG he's GORGEOUS! ** There stood before her. a god. He was tall, maybe 6' 3", she guessed. **Beautiful eyes, perfect hair.**
"Hi, I'm Jean." She had to catch herself from stuttering.
He smiled, "Clark," and shook her hand.
She had to force herself not to sigh. **And an awesome smile.she smiled, this must either be heaven or a dream, guys this great don't exist in my reality. And he has the prettiest eyes. the prettiest hazel-green eyes. **
"So now that you two are acquainted. Let's work on moving these suitcases up to the guest room." Jonathan said picking up a suitcase.
Jean still had her eyes fixed on the masterpiece in front of her.
Clark easily picked up one of her bags but tried to make it look like he was having a bit of trouble lifting it.
"What did you put in here? Bricks?" He teased.
"No, let's hope not." She laughed, "I can't possibly brush my teeth with a brick. I wouldn't have any teeth left."
Another round of laughter.
She had a feeling they were going to get along just fine.
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