Chapter Three
"What's Leesburg like?" Asked Mrs. Kent to Linda as their truck cruised slowly along the town, on their way to the Kent Farm.
"Leesburg's a bustling city. Kinda like Metropolis I think." She retorted, sitting with a very silent Clark at the back seat. "High rising buildings, cars everywhere, amusement centers, parks."
"Sounds amazing." Mr. Kent commented, eyes fixed on the road.
"It is, if you you're into crime, noise and pollution." She expressed, kidding. The family chuckled, save for Clark, who's still in shock with the whole Linda-the-girl-he's-crushing-on-Danvers staying in their house for a week.
Mrs. Kent regarded the fact that her son's hushed since they left Smallville High. She thought that maybe Clark feels different with Linda around.
"He'll get used to her." She assured herself.
"Leesburg's nothing like Smallville. I like it here." Linda continued telling them. "The fresh air, the nice people, and this great sense of belonging I just couldn't explain."
"Kinda like what I thought when we first moved here." Mrs. Kent declared, eyeing her husband. "Ain't that right Jon?"
Mr. Kent nodded, watching the road.
They went passed the bridge where Lex accidentally hits Clark with his car. Clark remembers it like it was just yesterday, and now he's his best friend. He wondered what Lex's doing at the instant.
"Probably fencing." He thought looking out the window.
The car was now passing the same cornfield where his parents found him years ago. It brought back memories.
"Home of the meteor shower." Linda read the gigantic sign board by the cornfield. "Wow. I wonder what's it like seeing that."
"Scary." Mr. Kent plainly answered. "It destroyed a lot of property, killed a lot of people. Personally I thought I was witnessing the end of the world back then."
"Really. That scary." Linda mumbled awed.
"We were driving at this exact location when a meteor shot across the sky and into the field." Mrs. Kent reminisced. "The car flipped over but we luckily survived that disaster."
Clark's absorbing all of it. He used to blame himself for that disaster, and now he's learned to accept it.
"Since then Smallville was never the same." Mr. Kent added. "Strange things has happened."
"The same thing has happened to Leesburg. It was almost a year after it happened here." Linda suddenly informed the Kent's. Clark was listening attentively. "The meteor shower wasn't as big and destructive as Smallville's. That's why the media didn't pay much attention to it."
The Kent fell silent with her story. There was something in her voice that told them that it was somewhat traumatic for her. A sad memory of her past.
"Just as the same, strange things began happening in Leesburg. Missing persons, unexplainable events." She went on with her story. "Everyone blamed the meteor shower for that. Everyone."
Linda bent her head down after that, playing with her hands. That beautiful face grew sad. Her eyes darted out of the car window, obviously thinking about something.
She said nothing from that moment on, until they arrived at the Kent Farm. Mr. Kent and Clark got out of the car and took her luggage inside the house. Linda marveled at the old barn house.
"Just like in the pictures." She remarked standing before the edifice. Linda walked into the barn house, her eyes circling the place. And finally she saw the field from where she stood. That magnificent green acres of land with all sorts of crops, corn including. It seems to her that corn's one of the most common crop in Smallville. It's everywhere.
"Wait 'til you see it at day break." Someone said from behind her. It was Mrs. Kent, she followed her inside the barn, arms crossed over her chest, looking at the same view.
Martha suggested that they go inside the house after a while. They both stepped inside, and Linda was overwhelmed by the cozy ambiance of the Kent house. It may not be as grand as their house in Leesburg, but its her home. It's the house she's always dreamt of growing up at the Midvale Orphanage in Leesburg, way before she got adopted.
They went upstairs and Martha showed Linda her room. It wasn't as big as her room, but it's nice, it's cute.
"Wow." She gasped in amazement. The room was plastered with pleasant pastel pink and lilac wallpaper, lavender floral bed sheets with matching pillows and comforters laid on her bed. Paintings were nailed on the wall and on one corner her own vanity cabinet. "It's beautiful."
Mrs. Kent helped her unpack her things, often talking about her parents. Her door was open so she noticed that her room was adjacent to another room. Martha followed her stare.
"Clark's." Mrs. Kent informed her referring to the opposite room. She folded some of Linda's shirts and tucked them inside the cabinet. "If you need something, just knock. You can always count on him. He's a good kid."
"I bet." Linda reckoned taking out her under wears from the bag. "Probably got it from his parents. It's in the genes so to say."
Mrs. Kent got more clothes out and folded them nicely. She wanted to tell her that Clark was adopted.
"Clark's adopted." She couldn't help herself from keeping that secret from the new member of the family. "Could've fooled me." Linda uttered arranging her perfume bottles, cologne, mousse on her boudoir. "I swear he looks just like you guys. Clark's got your eyes."
Martha smiled with that comment.
"He's the son of my cousin from Maryland." She lied about the part where they found Clark at the cornfield with his spaceship. Linda would most likely freak out. She'd think they're all crazy in the head.
"Mom." Clark called from the hallway. He was coming towards Linda's room.
"Dad wanted to ask you something." He told her after popping his head inside the room. "He's in the kitchen."
Martha slowly stood up from the floor and apologized to Linda for the disturbance. She promised to be back in a while.
"Clark why don't you help Linda unpack her things." She suggested as she walked out of the room.
"No!" Linda objected, holding out her hand to stop Clark from coming in.
He thought that Linda's worried that he might come across some of her girlie stuff in the bag. It would be way embarrassing for her.
Clark understood her. Girls, more than guys, liked their privacy.
"What's Leesburg like?" Asked Mrs. Kent to Linda as their truck cruised slowly along the town, on their way to the Kent Farm.
"Leesburg's a bustling city. Kinda like Metropolis I think." She retorted, sitting with a very silent Clark at the back seat. "High rising buildings, cars everywhere, amusement centers, parks."
"Sounds amazing." Mr. Kent commented, eyes fixed on the road.
"It is, if you you're into crime, noise and pollution." She expressed, kidding. The family chuckled, save for Clark, who's still in shock with the whole Linda-the-girl-he's-crushing-on-Danvers staying in their house for a week.
Mrs. Kent regarded the fact that her son's hushed since they left Smallville High. She thought that maybe Clark feels different with Linda around.
"He'll get used to her." She assured herself.
"Leesburg's nothing like Smallville. I like it here." Linda continued telling them. "The fresh air, the nice people, and this great sense of belonging I just couldn't explain."
"Kinda like what I thought when we first moved here." Mrs. Kent declared, eyeing her husband. "Ain't that right Jon?"
Mr. Kent nodded, watching the road.
They went passed the bridge where Lex accidentally hits Clark with his car. Clark remembers it like it was just yesterday, and now he's his best friend. He wondered what Lex's doing at the instant.
"Probably fencing." He thought looking out the window.
The car was now passing the same cornfield where his parents found him years ago. It brought back memories.
"Home of the meteor shower." Linda read the gigantic sign board by the cornfield. "Wow. I wonder what's it like seeing that."
"Scary." Mr. Kent plainly answered. "It destroyed a lot of property, killed a lot of people. Personally I thought I was witnessing the end of the world back then."
"Really. That scary." Linda mumbled awed.
"We were driving at this exact location when a meteor shot across the sky and into the field." Mrs. Kent reminisced. "The car flipped over but we luckily survived that disaster."
Clark's absorbing all of it. He used to blame himself for that disaster, and now he's learned to accept it.
"Since then Smallville was never the same." Mr. Kent added. "Strange things has happened."
"The same thing has happened to Leesburg. It was almost a year after it happened here." Linda suddenly informed the Kent's. Clark was listening attentively. "The meteor shower wasn't as big and destructive as Smallville's. That's why the media didn't pay much attention to it."
The Kent fell silent with her story. There was something in her voice that told them that it was somewhat traumatic for her. A sad memory of her past.
"Just as the same, strange things began happening in Leesburg. Missing persons, unexplainable events." She went on with her story. "Everyone blamed the meteor shower for that. Everyone."
Linda bent her head down after that, playing with her hands. That beautiful face grew sad. Her eyes darted out of the car window, obviously thinking about something.
She said nothing from that moment on, until they arrived at the Kent Farm. Mr. Kent and Clark got out of the car and took her luggage inside the house. Linda marveled at the old barn house.
"Just like in the pictures." She remarked standing before the edifice. Linda walked into the barn house, her eyes circling the place. And finally she saw the field from where she stood. That magnificent green acres of land with all sorts of crops, corn including. It seems to her that corn's one of the most common crop in Smallville. It's everywhere.
"Wait 'til you see it at day break." Someone said from behind her. It was Mrs. Kent, she followed her inside the barn, arms crossed over her chest, looking at the same view.
Martha suggested that they go inside the house after a while. They both stepped inside, and Linda was overwhelmed by the cozy ambiance of the Kent house. It may not be as grand as their house in Leesburg, but its her home. It's the house she's always dreamt of growing up at the Midvale Orphanage in Leesburg, way before she got adopted.
They went upstairs and Martha showed Linda her room. It wasn't as big as her room, but it's nice, it's cute.
"Wow." She gasped in amazement. The room was plastered with pleasant pastel pink and lilac wallpaper, lavender floral bed sheets with matching pillows and comforters laid on her bed. Paintings were nailed on the wall and on one corner her own vanity cabinet. "It's beautiful."
Mrs. Kent helped her unpack her things, often talking about her parents. Her door was open so she noticed that her room was adjacent to another room. Martha followed her stare.
"Clark's." Mrs. Kent informed her referring to the opposite room. She folded some of Linda's shirts and tucked them inside the cabinet. "If you need something, just knock. You can always count on him. He's a good kid."
"I bet." Linda reckoned taking out her under wears from the bag. "Probably got it from his parents. It's in the genes so to say."
Mrs. Kent got more clothes out and folded them nicely. She wanted to tell her that Clark was adopted.
"Clark's adopted." She couldn't help herself from keeping that secret from the new member of the family. "Could've fooled me." Linda uttered arranging her perfume bottles, cologne, mousse on her boudoir. "I swear he looks just like you guys. Clark's got your eyes."
Martha smiled with that comment.
"He's the son of my cousin from Maryland." She lied about the part where they found Clark at the cornfield with his spaceship. Linda would most likely freak out. She'd think they're all crazy in the head.
"Mom." Clark called from the hallway. He was coming towards Linda's room.
"Dad wanted to ask you something." He told her after popping his head inside the room. "He's in the kitchen."
Martha slowly stood up from the floor and apologized to Linda for the disturbance. She promised to be back in a while.
"Clark why don't you help Linda unpack her things." She suggested as she walked out of the room.
"No!" Linda objected, holding out her hand to stop Clark from coming in.
He thought that Linda's worried that he might come across some of her girlie stuff in the bag. It would be way embarrassing for her.
Clark understood her. Girls, more than guys, liked their privacy.