Chapter 5
"Maybe I should drive," Isabel told Michael, giving him a sideward glance.
"What are you talking about?" He asked dismissively.
The car swerved sharply, tilting dangerously as they turned another corner.
"Nothing," she assured him defensively. Then under her breath she added, "Just thinking of my life."
She just hoped they got to Smallville soon. She was going to kill Max for this.
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Max sipped his coffee slowly. It just wasn't the same without Tabasco. Mr Kent was doing his best with the school paperwork for him, being his guardian at the moment. That way he could actually attend the school. He had no idea how long he was going to be here.
"Are you okay?" Martha asked sweetly.
"I'm fine thank you Mrs Kent," he replied.
Martha was struck by how much he was like her son. But he seemed less happy than Clark, for reasons that she could only begin to imagine.
Chloe stepped up to the porch door, and called inside.
"Hi, Chloe, come in," Clark said, opening the door for her.
"Um, I was wondering, if your friend could give me an exclusive. It's not often that someone actually chooses to move here." she glanced at Max hopefully.
As much as Clark's shaking head indicated to say no, he couldn't turn her down. "Okay, but there's not much to tell."
Clark had filled him in on Chloe's obsession with her career and had found it inspiring. He had no clue where his life was going. Still, the eager look on his face told him he was going to regret it.
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Mr White watched the kid with piercing eyes, as though blinking would be a dire mistake. He shifted uncomfortably, wondering what was going on. Seeming satisfied, he drew back and started to move some papers about on his desk. He picked up a register, and put a line through his name.
"You may go," he told him. The kid hesitated, confused. "Don't bother coming back tomorrow either."
Realising his luck, the boy ran from the room.
Mr White glance at something shining on his desk.
"I will find you," he said to him self, picking up the green meteor rock from the table. "Even if I have to go through everyone in this town."
He smashed the rock against the wall, enraged.
"Maybe I should drive," Isabel told Michael, giving him a sideward glance.
"What are you talking about?" He asked dismissively.
The car swerved sharply, tilting dangerously as they turned another corner.
"Nothing," she assured him defensively. Then under her breath she added, "Just thinking of my life."
She just hoped they got to Smallville soon. She was going to kill Max for this.
* * *
*
Max sipped his coffee slowly. It just wasn't the same without Tabasco. Mr Kent was doing his best with the school paperwork for him, being his guardian at the moment. That way he could actually attend the school. He had no idea how long he was going to be here.
"Are you okay?" Martha asked sweetly.
"I'm fine thank you Mrs Kent," he replied.
Martha was struck by how much he was like her son. But he seemed less happy than Clark, for reasons that she could only begin to imagine.
Chloe stepped up to the porch door, and called inside.
"Hi, Chloe, come in," Clark said, opening the door for her.
"Um, I was wondering, if your friend could give me an exclusive. It's not often that someone actually chooses to move here." she glanced at Max hopefully.
As much as Clark's shaking head indicated to say no, he couldn't turn her down. "Okay, but there's not much to tell."
Clark had filled him in on Chloe's obsession with her career and had found it inspiring. He had no clue where his life was going. Still, the eager look on his face told him he was going to regret it.
* * *
*
Mr White watched the kid with piercing eyes, as though blinking would be a dire mistake. He shifted uncomfortably, wondering what was going on. Seeming satisfied, he drew back and started to move some papers about on his desk. He picked up a register, and put a line through his name.
"You may go," he told him. The kid hesitated, confused. "Don't bother coming back tomorrow either."
Realising his luck, the boy ran from the room.
Mr White glance at something shining on his desk.
"I will find you," he said to him self, picking up the green meteor rock from the table. "Even if I have to go through everyone in this town."
He smashed the rock against the wall, enraged.