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CLARK
"Chloe! How could you say those things? You know it's not true! Lana isn't even the head cheerleader anymore, and she gets better grades then even you!"
"You just can't see beyond her pretty face Clark! She's just an empty head full of air!"
Chloe screams the words at me, her normally pretty face contorted in fury. I never realized she had such hate in her.
"Chloe! Why are you saying these things? What has Lana ever done to you?"
"How about stealing my best friend?"
"Well, you seem to be doing a great job losing your best friend all by yourself!"
I regret the words immediately, I don't want to hurt Chloe, but right now she's being un-reasonable. I stalk off in a rage leaving a shocked Chloe behind me. I stride blindly through the corridors, heading for the deserted courtyard.
A lone figure sits at a table, the only person brave enough to risk the brutal winter weather. Her slender form is shaking with the force of her silent sobs, her long glimmering hair covering her face.
I sit next to her, longing to comfort her, heal her, hold her in my arms. Her small frame melds into my own larger one, tears still running down her angelic face. I hold her tight as she clings to me, hoping that somehow I'll manage to bring back that beautiful smile.
"Lana.why are you crying?"
Although I already have a good idea why.
"Clark, is that how everyone sees me? Is that all I am? The head cheerleader?"
She looks up at me, her green (blue, brown. They change.) eyes full of desperation and fear. I realize how much she needs to feel loved, how afraid she is of being alone. She'll be whatever people want as long as it means they'll like her.
"I don't see you like that. Because you're not like that. You're smart, and nice and beautiful. You're such a good person Lana, Chloe is just jealous."
She sighs and leans back in my arms again, her tears slowly drying. But she's still trembling, and I notice that she has her arms crossed over her chest in an attempt to warm herself.
"Brrr.it's freezing out here!"
"Here, take my jacket. I'm not cold."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
I slide off my jacket and Lana puts in on, it's bulkiness enveloping her small frame. She giggles, the musical sound a delight to my ears. I smile back at her, but the bell rings, interrupting us yet again.
"Oh no, I'll be late for English!"
Lana rushes off towards her class, leaving me alone in the icy weather. I have a free period. That I'm meant to be spending at the torch office. Yay.
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CLARK
"Chloe! How could you say those things? You know it's not true! Lana isn't even the head cheerleader anymore, and she gets better grades then even you!"
"You just can't see beyond her pretty face Clark! She's just an empty head full of air!"
Chloe screams the words at me, her normally pretty face contorted in fury. I never realized she had such hate in her.
"Chloe! Why are you saying these things? What has Lana ever done to you?"
"How about stealing my best friend?"
"Well, you seem to be doing a great job losing your best friend all by yourself!"
I regret the words immediately, I don't want to hurt Chloe, but right now she's being un-reasonable. I stalk off in a rage leaving a shocked Chloe behind me. I stride blindly through the corridors, heading for the deserted courtyard.
A lone figure sits at a table, the only person brave enough to risk the brutal winter weather. Her slender form is shaking with the force of her silent sobs, her long glimmering hair covering her face.
I sit next to her, longing to comfort her, heal her, hold her in my arms. Her small frame melds into my own larger one, tears still running down her angelic face. I hold her tight as she clings to me, hoping that somehow I'll manage to bring back that beautiful smile.
"Lana.why are you crying?"
Although I already have a good idea why.
"Clark, is that how everyone sees me? Is that all I am? The head cheerleader?"
She looks up at me, her green (blue, brown. They change.) eyes full of desperation and fear. I realize how much she needs to feel loved, how afraid she is of being alone. She'll be whatever people want as long as it means they'll like her.
"I don't see you like that. Because you're not like that. You're smart, and nice and beautiful. You're such a good person Lana, Chloe is just jealous."
She sighs and leans back in my arms again, her tears slowly drying. But she's still trembling, and I notice that she has her arms crossed over her chest in an attempt to warm herself.
"Brrr.it's freezing out here!"
"Here, take my jacket. I'm not cold."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
I slide off my jacket and Lana puts in on, it's bulkiness enveloping her small frame. She giggles, the musical sound a delight to my ears. I smile back at her, but the bell rings, interrupting us yet again.
"Oh no, I'll be late for English!"
Lana rushes off towards her class, leaving me alone in the icy weather. I have a free period. That I'm meant to be spending at the torch office. Yay.
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