A/N: Hi! This is my first attempt on writing a fic, so. be nice! Oh and please review. thanks! Oh and by the way, this is currently untitled. Please help me out with the title, maybe we could in the succeeding chapters, but I don't know if you could come up with a title right now considering how short this chapter is. but if you can then, great! Thanks again!

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'Lana's hair is so mesmerizing. Hey, it's silkier today, is it? Isn't it always? I think it grew a quarter of a centimeter since yesterday. Oh and look at that.'

Clark's thoughts were disrupted when his teacher cleared his throat obviously annoyed with the lack of attention and enthusiasm from his class that staring at other people's hair was much more interesting.

"So, as I was saying, I will pair you up and assign you to make a report on a certain topic," the substitute teacher, Mr. Henderson announced to his students. "Okay, Anna Roberts, you'll be working with. Nancy Drew?!?" He looks at the paper again, looking puzzled. Geez, Nancy Drew? How original can one get? Poor kid. He stifles a laugh, which rewarded him an eyebrow raise from 'Nancy Drew' and eye rolls from the rest of the class. "You'll be reporting on the effects of the meteor shower that occurred here," he said.

He continued and picked out another name from a jar and read the name out loud, "Lana Lang and." he picked another, ". Clark Kent" Lana turned to smile at Clark. "Hey partner!" she said. Clark shyly smiled back, obviously overjoyed.

"So, I want you guys to report on the natural calamities that occurred here particularly the meteor shower and that huge tornado" he said unaware of Lana's tragic loss during the meteor shower.

'Okay Lana. If this is a dream, now is a great time to wake up'. She pinched herself and winced. 'Okay, it's not a dream. This is not happening. I wish!!! Lana, you have to get over it, what's done is done. Move on.' Lana whispered to herself.

Clark saw Lana tense in her seat and whisper things to herself. She didn't say anything to object, though, so he raised his hand.

"Yes Clark?" Mr. Henderson asked.

"Ummm, excuse me sir, but I don't think Lana would like that topic." Clark started, about to request his teacher to change the topic for Lana's sake. and for his sake, as well.

"Mr. Kent, this is a report I'm assigning you not requesting you to do. I don't care about your personal life, etc," he said, not letting him finish and not getting the whole picture.

"Clark, it's okay." Lana whispered turning to him, with tears she's desperately trying to hide with a fake smile.

"Are you sure? You might want to have a different topic if you feel uncomfortable with it." Clark asked full of concern and seeing through her fake smile. He too was uncomfortable with having to report on the topic.

"No, it's fine, really," she answered with a reassuring smile, which to him looked unmistakably sad.

"Okay." Clark answered. "If you say so," he shrugged.

Clark heard Mr. Henderson droning on the other's names. He was bored out of his mind and settled on staring at Lana's long, silky hair again.

The bell, which signifies the end of the day, rang and students filed out of their classrooms. Lana walked out with Clark. "So, when do you wanna start that report?" Clark asked.

"How about tomorrow? It's still due in three weeks. For the tornado, we were there. As for the meteor shower, maybe we can get newspaper clippings in the library and stuff and you know, interview people, and try to figure out why it really happened and what caused it," Lana finished, her voice soft and shaky.

Clark uneasily nodded. He knew, with all his heart, the answer to the last question. if only he could tell, even at least his friends. Life would be better if they knew. They would understand him better. Lana would understand him better.

Guilt overtook his body that it hurt. It was too overwhelming, even for him. 'I thought I couldn't get hurt. Isn't that one of my powers, immunity from pain? Then, why does this hurt so badly?'

How could he do this? How could he do this to HER and cause her so much pain?

He cleared his throat. "Lana, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow," he said uneasily.

"Okay. See you, Clark." Lana answered, with a small smile.

Lana met Chloe on the hallway and rode home with her. "So, your science teacher's Mr. Henderson too, right?" Chloe asked. Lana nodded. "But we're not on the same schedule" she said.

"So, you have that report too, huh?"

"If you're referring to the annoying report where we're grouped into pairs and given an annoying topic then, yes." she answered unenthusiastically. It was strange for Lana to be talking about a report that way because she was smart and she did well in things related to school

"Hey, it's not that bad. I think it's gonna be fun." Chloe said with a small smile. "My report is on the bizarre things that happen around here. What's yours?" she asked.

"The meteor shower." she said quietly. "You know, the one that killed my parents and left me without any." she continued obviously annoyed but more desolated, with tears effortlessly trickling from her almond eyes.

"I'm sorry." Chloe muttered not knowing what else to say. After awhile, Chloe asked whom her partner was. Lana wiped her tears and smiled a small but genuine smile, probably the first smile from her after mentioning the report.

"Clark" she whispered.
TBC.

A/N: This is short. I know and I'm sorry. Longer chapters next time. This is an ugly chapter. but I promise it's gonna get better, I have plans for this so please, please review. Give me tips and suggestions and stuff. crticize, whatever, even just leave your name and I'll be happy!