Blurry
By Kalystia
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them.
Notes: This is a one shot thing, I don't plan on writing more then this. In fact the only reason I wrote this was because I had to quickly write an opening paragraph for my Creative Writing class in five mins. I wrote this OPENING (first paragraph, nothing else, my lecturer did not know what I was thinking). The rest of the story seemed to follow, and I couldn't get it out of my head for days. Repost because one of the paragraphs was screwed up the first time.
The way the scenery passes quickly by the bus window reminds her of the last couple of days. It is all a blur, she can't remember anything about it, yet she seems to remember everything. If you ask her the basic newspaper questions of who, what, where, when and why she wouldn't have been able to answer them. And she is a journalist so that should be second nature to her.
But not right now. Right now even the normal can't come to her. She is questioning things she has known since childhood. Things that had been facts now somehow suddenly weren't anymore.
There's no such thing as aliens, right? Meteors, hell even meteor mutants are part of her daily life, but aliens?
Apparently aliens are part of her daily life. They have been for years, and she hasn't known about it. Hasn't known....
Pete has known for three years now, but not her. She has suspected something, but not this. Meteor mutant yeah, alien, no way.
Aliens exist. As if her life hadn't been screwed up enough. She has been in love with an alien, for years now. Great, even now that she is in college normal life escapes her. Get out of Smallville, and yes you know the Wall of Weird exists, but you can move past it. That had been her plan. Apparently it hasn't worked.
She sighs and continues to look out the window. Memory is a weird thing. She knows the facts of what has happened the last few days, and even what color his sweater had been. The one he was wearing when he told her. The one he was wearing when he flew and caught her from falling out of that window. At least she thinks he flew. It was only a second story window, so it is hard to tell, he could have just hit the ground hard. But she is pretty sure if he didn't fly he at least floated down.
She shakes her head and tells herself to stop analyzing this. This isn't something she can analyze right now. Right now she has to put a smile on. Could a visit to her father be timed any worse? Smallville is the last thing she wants to see. She wants to be holed up in some room somewhere trying to figure out what the hell has just happened to her, why her life has been turned upside-down.
As she feels the bus stops she grabs her bag and goes to walk out. She sees her father, and Lana, who stayed in Smallville. Does Lana know?
No, don't think about that now, she thinks. Think about anything else.
She greets the two of them, and as she gets into the car realizes everything looks the same here. She hasn't changed visibly at all, she expected them to know that she now knows something big, and is questioning everything she knows. But it doesn't happen.
Chloe watches the scenery again, in the car now. She leans her head against the window of the car. She can't think anymore. She doesn't want to have to think anymore.
And yet she has one thought running through her head, over and over and over:
Clark's an alien
Clark's an alien
Clark's an alien
By Kalystia
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them.
Notes: This is a one shot thing, I don't plan on writing more then this. In fact the only reason I wrote this was because I had to quickly write an opening paragraph for my Creative Writing class in five mins. I wrote this OPENING (first paragraph, nothing else, my lecturer did not know what I was thinking). The rest of the story seemed to follow, and I couldn't get it out of my head for days. Repost because one of the paragraphs was screwed up the first time.
The way the scenery passes quickly by the bus window reminds her of the last couple of days. It is all a blur, she can't remember anything about it, yet she seems to remember everything. If you ask her the basic newspaper questions of who, what, where, when and why she wouldn't have been able to answer them. And she is a journalist so that should be second nature to her.
But not right now. Right now even the normal can't come to her. She is questioning things she has known since childhood. Things that had been facts now somehow suddenly weren't anymore.
There's no such thing as aliens, right? Meteors, hell even meteor mutants are part of her daily life, but aliens?
Apparently aliens are part of her daily life. They have been for years, and she hasn't known about it. Hasn't known....
Pete has known for three years now, but not her. She has suspected something, but not this. Meteor mutant yeah, alien, no way.
Aliens exist. As if her life hadn't been screwed up enough. She has been in love with an alien, for years now. Great, even now that she is in college normal life escapes her. Get out of Smallville, and yes you know the Wall of Weird exists, but you can move past it. That had been her plan. Apparently it hasn't worked.
She sighs and continues to look out the window. Memory is a weird thing. She knows the facts of what has happened the last few days, and even what color his sweater had been. The one he was wearing when he told her. The one he was wearing when he flew and caught her from falling out of that window. At least she thinks he flew. It was only a second story window, so it is hard to tell, he could have just hit the ground hard. But she is pretty sure if he didn't fly he at least floated down.
She shakes her head and tells herself to stop analyzing this. This isn't something she can analyze right now. Right now she has to put a smile on. Could a visit to her father be timed any worse? Smallville is the last thing she wants to see. She wants to be holed up in some room somewhere trying to figure out what the hell has just happened to her, why her life has been turned upside-down.
As she feels the bus stops she grabs her bag and goes to walk out. She sees her father, and Lana, who stayed in Smallville. Does Lana know?
No, don't think about that now, she thinks. Think about anything else.
She greets the two of them, and as she gets into the car realizes everything looks the same here. She hasn't changed visibly at all, she expected them to know that she now knows something big, and is questioning everything she knows. But it doesn't happen.
Chloe watches the scenery again, in the car now. She leans her head against the window of the car. She can't think anymore. She doesn't want to have to think anymore.
And yet she has one thought running through her head, over and over and over:
Clark's an alien
Clark's an alien
Clark's an alien