A/N:  Before you begin this story, A few notes.  Disregard everything true to the show except for Clark's powers.  Also this story is told through Lana's point of view (italicized fonts being her thoughts, similar to shows like My So Called Life, or Felicity.)

I guess everyone has had a time in their life where they were observers. Where they are on the outside looking in. But for me, it wasn't every now and then, it was all the time. My life compared to living in a museum I guess you could say. Always peeking through glass cases, trying to understand things I have never known. Sometimes I see other people's lives as a secret that I wasn't let in on. Like they knew something to make it exceptionally better. Then there I was, on my tiptoes, searching for that something through a glass wall. But one day it all changed. One day I was let in on one person's secret. Suddenly I was inside that glass case.

But now I'm getting ahead of myself. You don't even know my name yet. Which is Lana Lang, and it might actually be the only unique thing about my life considering I've never met another Lana before. But the reason for that is probably because I have lived in the same quiet Kansas town my whole life. It's called Smallville and don't worry I assure you that you're not the only one who's never heard of it before. Anyway, I'm 16 and I'm nearing the end of my sophomore year at Smallville High. There's the subject of my family, which I don't like to talk about, and usually don't have to because most people know the story already. But for those of you that don't know, almost 11 years ago my parents were killed by a meteor shower, leaving me in the care of my mom's sister Nell. Forgive me for not going into greater detail but I've never been open about it.

Anyway, back to high school. From what I can tell, there are two categories that people fall into when it comes to feelings on high school: the people who love it and the people who hate it. And, of course as you probably can already tell, I am in the latter group. But I guess that's unfair of me. I really can't hate something I don't really know anything about. Sure I know the education aspect of it. I go to all of my classes, and do well in all of them. But when it comes to everything else about it, I'm lost. For most kids, high school consists of passing notes, laughing about the party they went to that weekend, or gushing to their friends about how the boy they liked actually talked to them. I on the other hand really don't have anyone to write notes to, have never been to a party, and never really talk to boys because what's the point. My aunt says I'm beautiful but don't all relatives say that. I think it's like in the rules for being a good guardian. But honestly when I look in the mirror all I see is a short plain girl.

Before you pity me and think I'm a depressed teenager who wears black all the time, you shouldn't. To begin with, my wardrobe centers around pastels, especially pink, since it is my favorite color. And besides that I'm content with my life. I have the world's best friend who I've known since basically birth. Her name is Catherine, but I call her Cat and I don't know what I'd do without her. My after school activities consist of working at my aunt's flower shop. I say it's for the money and to help her, but when it comes down to it, I actually have nothing better to do. And to be honest, I enjoy being there and meeting all types of people. Quite surprisingly I've seen many walks of life come through the store. I guess everyone likes flowers. And when it comes to school, I like doing well. I'm driven to succeed, get a scholarship, and leave behind this town of small minds. And I'll admit the fact that I'm not the most popular girl in school has made it easier to do that. I'll admit it's probably the reason I am the way I am.

I observe life more than live it. I guess you could call me an introvert and I find refuge in books. I do really like to read, honest. I don't just use a book to hide my face. Well that's not the whole truth. There are a few times I find a book enjoyable for alternative reasons than the beauty of the English language. Every now and then I'll use the perfect hiding spot of my book cover to watch a certain someone.

His name is Clark Kent, and most of you have probably met a guy like him once in your life. You know in all those teen movies how there is that one popular guy who is good at literally EVERYTHING. He's good looking, the best athlete, and the smartest kid in school. And the only difference between Clark and most of those guys, is that he is actually nice. No, he's beyond that. He's amazing. Actually we've only spoken once, and that was when we were paired together to check our algebra homework. Pathetically I savor the only non-algebraic sentence he said: "Wow you're really good at this." And that sums up my relationship with Clark. Even though we've gone to school together for almost 10 years, we don't really know each other. I bet he doesn't even know my name, which isn't because he's stuck up, or snobby. When everyone wants to be apart of your life, I imagine it would be hard to keep track of them all. But even though we aren't close, I still know who he is. Clark Kent is the kind of guy who's the first to open a door for a teacher. He's one of those kids that smiles and says hi to everyone, regardless if he knows them or not. And I guess you could say my crush, actually obsession as Cat so lovingly calls it, on Clark is the only typical thing in my teenage life. But that's all it was, a crush. Until one day when everything changed.

I never understood what people meant when they said their life had been divided. That something had happened to them, which produced a line right in the middle of their life. And now everything was defined by what happened before that moment and after. But that day when I accidentally saw Clark Kent in a way that no one else had, I not only knew what those people meant by that "line", but I knew I was crossing it.

This is the story of my line.