Chapter 2 - The lost
Clark glanced idly around at the gormless faces in his class, hoping someone was doing something interesting. Playing with their hair, chewing a pen, or even blinking was something. That was the extent of boredom one received when in Mrs McNeil's Physics class. Her voice droned on like a foghorn and she never once looked up from the book she was reading. Every few minutes, she would take a gulp from a flask that he was sure had alcohol in and took a noisy swig. She was aware that no one was listening but she frankly didn't care. However, she was quick to snap at anyone talking, or passing notes, so it was a thinking lesson. But Clark was sick of thinking. He lived on a farm, and so he rarely did anything but think, there being no real entertainment. Besides, he always thought about the same things. Lana, Chloe, Lex, His secret, Money problems. Even he was bored of it.
"And so the acceleration would be greater because of. the. resulting." her voice trailed off into nothing and her head slipped forwards.
Clark glanced at Chloe, but she seemed as baffled as him. Slowly, he got up from his chair and walked over to her desk.
When he'd checked she still had a pulse, he said loudly, "She's out cold."
This resulted in cheers and hoots, until someone told them to quieten down before she woke up. Silently, they filed out of the door and headed for home. Clark felt kind of guilty for a moment, as she was probably going to get sacked. But breathing the free air made him quickly forget it.
"Lucky break, huh," said Pete from behind.
"I don't know about that. I mean, it was going to happen sooner or later," said Chloe.
"Still, another second of her reading and I was gonna scream. She never even reads a different chapter. It's always acceleration this and speed that," he complained.
Clark and Chloe only half listened as they watched Principal Reynolds enter the classroom, having been disturbed by the kafuffle.
"I wonder who's going to replace her," thought Clark idly.
"Well, it couldn't be worse," Pete smiled.
"No, don't say that. Damn it Pete, you jinxed it," Chloe whined.
"I don't believe in that stuff," he shrugged her off.
Clark gave him a 'you'll believe in aliens but not jinxes' look.
"Well, not all of it anyway," he added, from Clark's look.
Chloe just rolled her eyes at their secretiveness. Clark felt guilty for having to leave her out all the time, but it was necessary. She couldn't now about his secret. No one but his parents and Pete knew.
"So, are you coming by the Talon tonight," she asked Clark hopefully.
"I can't, I have to help Dad out on the farm. We lost our wood axe so I was supposed to." Clark stopped himself mid sentence. He couldn't believe what he was about to say.
"Drive to the miles to see if they have a spare one," Pete helped out.
"Okay," Chloe said slowly, noticing the look the two of them had shared.
"I guess it's just us three then," Came Lana's voice as she stepped in line with them.
Clark's focus was immediately switched to her. She was wearing a cute pink top and casual jeans. It was amazing how great she could look in anything she wore.
"Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow then," he said, waving at them.
"Goodbye, Clark," Lana said with a smile.
He smiled back and walked to his truck, with a grin plastered to his face.
When he reached a far enough distance from school and any passers by, he ran at full speed down the twisting back roads to the farm. Sometimes it was just relaxing to do what he could do and not worry about the consequences. But that was the burden of being a teenage alien on earth.
Suddenly, Clark was forced to come to a fast stop. A kid about his age was standing at the bus stop looking extremely lost. If he had turned around before Clark had stopped, he imagined he would have run as far as he could even if he didn't know where he was going. Clark decided to be the friendly citizen and help him out.
"Um, Hi," said Clark extending a hand to the stranger, "I'm Clark Kent."
"Max Evans," the guy replied in a very despondent way. His mind was obviously on something else.
Clark glanced idly around at the gormless faces in his class, hoping someone was doing something interesting. Playing with their hair, chewing a pen, or even blinking was something. That was the extent of boredom one received when in Mrs McNeil's Physics class. Her voice droned on like a foghorn and she never once looked up from the book she was reading. Every few minutes, she would take a gulp from a flask that he was sure had alcohol in and took a noisy swig. She was aware that no one was listening but she frankly didn't care. However, she was quick to snap at anyone talking, or passing notes, so it was a thinking lesson. But Clark was sick of thinking. He lived on a farm, and so he rarely did anything but think, there being no real entertainment. Besides, he always thought about the same things. Lana, Chloe, Lex, His secret, Money problems. Even he was bored of it.
"And so the acceleration would be greater because of. the. resulting." her voice trailed off into nothing and her head slipped forwards.
Clark glanced at Chloe, but she seemed as baffled as him. Slowly, he got up from his chair and walked over to her desk.
When he'd checked she still had a pulse, he said loudly, "She's out cold."
This resulted in cheers and hoots, until someone told them to quieten down before she woke up. Silently, they filed out of the door and headed for home. Clark felt kind of guilty for a moment, as she was probably going to get sacked. But breathing the free air made him quickly forget it.
"Lucky break, huh," said Pete from behind.
"I don't know about that. I mean, it was going to happen sooner or later," said Chloe.
"Still, another second of her reading and I was gonna scream. She never even reads a different chapter. It's always acceleration this and speed that," he complained.
Clark and Chloe only half listened as they watched Principal Reynolds enter the classroom, having been disturbed by the kafuffle.
"I wonder who's going to replace her," thought Clark idly.
"Well, it couldn't be worse," Pete smiled.
"No, don't say that. Damn it Pete, you jinxed it," Chloe whined.
"I don't believe in that stuff," he shrugged her off.
Clark gave him a 'you'll believe in aliens but not jinxes' look.
"Well, not all of it anyway," he added, from Clark's look.
Chloe just rolled her eyes at their secretiveness. Clark felt guilty for having to leave her out all the time, but it was necessary. She couldn't now about his secret. No one but his parents and Pete knew.
"So, are you coming by the Talon tonight," she asked Clark hopefully.
"I can't, I have to help Dad out on the farm. We lost our wood axe so I was supposed to." Clark stopped himself mid sentence. He couldn't believe what he was about to say.
"Drive to the miles to see if they have a spare one," Pete helped out.
"Okay," Chloe said slowly, noticing the look the two of them had shared.
"I guess it's just us three then," Came Lana's voice as she stepped in line with them.
Clark's focus was immediately switched to her. She was wearing a cute pink top and casual jeans. It was amazing how great she could look in anything she wore.
"Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow then," he said, waving at them.
"Goodbye, Clark," Lana said with a smile.
He smiled back and walked to his truck, with a grin plastered to his face.
When he reached a far enough distance from school and any passers by, he ran at full speed down the twisting back roads to the farm. Sometimes it was just relaxing to do what he could do and not worry about the consequences. But that was the burden of being a teenage alien on earth.
Suddenly, Clark was forced to come to a fast stop. A kid about his age was standing at the bus stop looking extremely lost. If he had turned around before Clark had stopped, he imagined he would have run as far as he could even if he didn't know where he was going. Clark decided to be the friendly citizen and help him out.
"Um, Hi," said Clark extending a hand to the stranger, "I'm Clark Kent."
"Max Evans," the guy replied in a very despondent way. His mind was obviously on something else.