Chapter 4
"One Will Smith burger with fries and no jalapeno peppers," Maria said in a rush.
"Thanks," Brody replied, immediately looking up from the screen. He always gave her his full attention.
Idly, she looked at the screen. There was a map with flashing lights all over it. One light was green and the rest were red. She'd never been very good with computers so the co ordinates and various diagrams made little sense to her.
"So what's this then?" she asked curiously, pointing to the screen.
"Oh, just something I was working on. have you heard from Max?"
"DON'T talk to me about that boy," she exclaimed.
"What happened?" Brody asked, his voice full of concern.
She sighed. "He just up and left. Said he was going somewhere to. do something." she told him. "Real specific," he said sarcastically. "I know, he didn't even say when he'd be back. We checked everywhere we could think of, but wherever he is it's far away from Roswell," she stressed. It was good to get things off her chest, and Michael was rarely any help in that area.
"Wait..." Brody stopped to consider something. "He wouldn't, not without me."
"What? Do you know where he is?" Maria asked shrilly.
"Well," he said, turning to perform something on the computer. "I told him something I'd detected."
Maria rolled her eyes and gave him a withering look.
"Right, no more of the cryptics. Well last night I noticed activity in a town called Smallville. Some sort of signal or sign. He told me not to go there until we knew more." he trailed off.
Maria looked shocked.
"I've got to go," she said suddenly.
She turned and practically ran from the room, leaving Brody again in the dark.
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Max had decided to join the school, after all he had come here to find things out and this seemed like a good place to start. He had told Clark that his family was joining him here shortly, but he had wanted to see what the town was like first. Clark was happy enough to help him out. He felt like there was a connection between them but he didn't know what it was. He could tell the feeling was mutual. Before he had time to, he noticed a commotion in the hallway outside their first class.
"Oh my god. I don't believe it. he looks evil!" came some of the sounds of his fellow students.
"What's going on?" Clark asked Chloe, picking her out of the crowd.
"Clark, let go! I'm trying to set up a time for an interview," she shouted above the rising volume in the hallway. "Hi," she added, noticing Max making himself his usual shade of invisible, which, oddly, she had seen through.
"SHUT UP!!!" a loud bellowing voice echoed through the now silent corridors. "Thank you," it added calmly, "No enter please."
When the class started to file into the classroom, Clark could finally see who was addressing them. A stocky, broad shouldered man with a perfect square haircut and a fixed jaw line stood towering over even Clark, which Chloe had thought impossible. The man passed an incredibly long shadow that seemed to plunge the entire room into darkness. Ducking under the doorframe, he followed a few seconds after, looking menacingly around at the curious and confused faces.
"You are here to learn. I am here to teach. So from now on you are to do what you are told, when you are told with out question because I know best. Is that clear," he asked loudly. Clark wondered if he always spoke this loudly or if he was just angry.
There where a few nods, and mostly gulps of fear and anticipation.
"My predecessor was less of a teacher and more of a victim, falling into the patterns of your monosyllabic nonsense and plain ignorance. That is all going to change." He carried on like that with most people not daring to loose concentration for a second.
When he turned his back to write his name, MR WHITE, clearly on the board, a foolish classmate passed his friend a note. Mr White spun around like a fox that had heard it's prey scuffle and stalked over to the desk. The boy gave him a horrified glance as he snatched the note from his hands. A small smile played across his face.
"I am well aware of most people's opinions of me. even if the spell arse wrong. Therefore, seeing as you only need to have contact with me, there shall be no more note passing, and especially no more insulting ME!" he said waving the paper in front of the class. "A weeks detention should do it," he finished, and left the boy open mouthed.
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It wasn't exactly what he had expected from a small town high school. This teacher made those back at Ulysses F. Olsen high look like your favourite grandparents. Every student left the room so carefully that there legs moved in unison. However, to their horror, he stopped Clark and Max in the doorway.
"Your not on the register. Who are you?" he asked.
"He's new, he'll be joining the school properly soon," Clark spoke up for him.
"First of all Mr." he started.
"Kent, Clark Kent."
"Right. Kent. Well, I believe your friend can talk for himself, and second of all you're going to have to get a visitor pass if you want to stay on campus. The school rules are very clear."
"Okay," Max said timidly.
"Where are you from?" Mr White asked pointedly.
"Roswell, New Mexico," Max told him.
"Well, Max. I hope you like your stay in Smallville," he said, extending a hand.
Max declined the hand, looking at the man curiously. "How did you know my name?"
"I've spent some time in Roswell too. It's a small town," he lied.
Max nodded and they left the room as quickly as they could. There was something that neither of them trusted in that man.
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"One Will Smith burger with fries and no jalapeno peppers," Maria said in a rush.
"Thanks," Brody replied, immediately looking up from the screen. He always gave her his full attention.
Idly, she looked at the screen. There was a map with flashing lights all over it. One light was green and the rest were red. She'd never been very good with computers so the co ordinates and various diagrams made little sense to her.
"So what's this then?" she asked curiously, pointing to the screen.
"Oh, just something I was working on. have you heard from Max?"
"DON'T talk to me about that boy," she exclaimed.
"What happened?" Brody asked, his voice full of concern.
She sighed. "He just up and left. Said he was going somewhere to. do something." she told him. "Real specific," he said sarcastically. "I know, he didn't even say when he'd be back. We checked everywhere we could think of, but wherever he is it's far away from Roswell," she stressed. It was good to get things off her chest, and Michael was rarely any help in that area.
"Wait..." Brody stopped to consider something. "He wouldn't, not without me."
"What? Do you know where he is?" Maria asked shrilly.
"Well," he said, turning to perform something on the computer. "I told him something I'd detected."
Maria rolled her eyes and gave him a withering look.
"Right, no more of the cryptics. Well last night I noticed activity in a town called Smallville. Some sort of signal or sign. He told me not to go there until we knew more." he trailed off.
Maria looked shocked.
"I've got to go," she said suddenly.
She turned and practically ran from the room, leaving Brody again in the dark.
* * * *
*
Max had decided to join the school, after all he had come here to find things out and this seemed like a good place to start. He had told Clark that his family was joining him here shortly, but he had wanted to see what the town was like first. Clark was happy enough to help him out. He felt like there was a connection between them but he didn't know what it was. He could tell the feeling was mutual. Before he had time to, he noticed a commotion in the hallway outside their first class.
"Oh my god. I don't believe it. he looks evil!" came some of the sounds of his fellow students.
"What's going on?" Clark asked Chloe, picking her out of the crowd.
"Clark, let go! I'm trying to set up a time for an interview," she shouted above the rising volume in the hallway. "Hi," she added, noticing Max making himself his usual shade of invisible, which, oddly, she had seen through.
"SHUT UP!!!" a loud bellowing voice echoed through the now silent corridors. "Thank you," it added calmly, "No enter please."
When the class started to file into the classroom, Clark could finally see who was addressing them. A stocky, broad shouldered man with a perfect square haircut and a fixed jaw line stood towering over even Clark, which Chloe had thought impossible. The man passed an incredibly long shadow that seemed to plunge the entire room into darkness. Ducking under the doorframe, he followed a few seconds after, looking menacingly around at the curious and confused faces.
"You are here to learn. I am here to teach. So from now on you are to do what you are told, when you are told with out question because I know best. Is that clear," he asked loudly. Clark wondered if he always spoke this loudly or if he was just angry.
There where a few nods, and mostly gulps of fear and anticipation.
"My predecessor was less of a teacher and more of a victim, falling into the patterns of your monosyllabic nonsense and plain ignorance. That is all going to change." He carried on like that with most people not daring to loose concentration for a second.
When he turned his back to write his name, MR WHITE, clearly on the board, a foolish classmate passed his friend a note. Mr White spun around like a fox that had heard it's prey scuffle and stalked over to the desk. The boy gave him a horrified glance as he snatched the note from his hands. A small smile played across his face.
"I am well aware of most people's opinions of me. even if the spell arse wrong. Therefore, seeing as you only need to have contact with me, there shall be no more note passing, and especially no more insulting ME!" he said waving the paper in front of the class. "A weeks detention should do it," he finished, and left the boy open mouthed.
* * *
*
It wasn't exactly what he had expected from a small town high school. This teacher made those back at Ulysses F. Olsen high look like your favourite grandparents. Every student left the room so carefully that there legs moved in unison. However, to their horror, he stopped Clark and Max in the doorway.
"Your not on the register. Who are you?" he asked.
"He's new, he'll be joining the school properly soon," Clark spoke up for him.
"First of all Mr." he started.
"Kent, Clark Kent."
"Right. Kent. Well, I believe your friend can talk for himself, and second of all you're going to have to get a visitor pass if you want to stay on campus. The school rules are very clear."
"Okay," Max said timidly.
"Where are you from?" Mr White asked pointedly.
"Roswell, New Mexico," Max told him.
"Well, Max. I hope you like your stay in Smallville," he said, extending a hand.
Max declined the hand, looking at the man curiously. "How did you know my name?"
"I've spent some time in Roswell too. It's a small town," he lied.
Max nodded and they left the room as quickly as they could. There was something that neither of them trusted in that man.
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