Poltergeist by Electric Spyro
A.n. holler! i had monday off school and i spent most of the day writing this fic! i added like three more chapters or something (with implied clana. lol).
also, in my honors english class today we learned the how to use commas correctly! :o) maybe i won't have as many mistakes in my chapters now. pesky little commas are no match for me! Yaaa!!! *screams like the U.S. presidental canidate Howard Dean and chases after a flock of nearby commas* brief pause. *looks at reader's shocked face* right, sooo if i get some reviews, i may update pretty quickly. :o)
clana rating for this chapter...hmmm...around 4/5...hehe
enjoy!
*~*~*
Chloe waited eagerly by the bus looking over all the crowds of people. Clark was always one of the tallest ones, yet this time she couldn't see his face anywhere. Pete and Lana were both missing too.
"Ms. Sullivan, please get on board the bus or you'll be left behind," Mr. McDaniels informed as he stood by the door of the vehicle and watched the students file in and take a seat.
"I will but I can't find -" Chloe suddenly stopped. If she told Mr. McDaniels about her friends being missing, they might get detention. Pete and Clark were already on bad terms with Mr. McDaniels. She didn't want to make things worse. And this way, Pete, Clark, and Lana would owe her one.
"You can't find what?"
"I can't find - my pen. Oh! Here it is!" Chloe lied weakly as she pretended to discover her missing pen which was tucked safely in the sprial of her notebook.
"That's great, Ms. Sullivan. Now get on the bus please."
Chloe sighed and simpered at her teacher as she passed him on the metal steps of the bus.
"Chloe! Over here!" Lance shouted quickly beckoning Chloe over to a seat towards the back.
"Hey, have you seen Pete, Clark, or Lana?" Chloe asked intently as she sat down.
"Nope. They're probably messin' around in the museum or somethin'," Lance inquired with barely any emotion at all.
"Yeah, probably," Chloe retorted doubtfully knodding.
Lance looked over at her mysteriously.
"Of course, they could've also - disappeared. If ya know what I mean," Lance stated with a devilish smirk.
Chloe had a slight look of shock come across her face.
Lance quickly changed his expression to a nice, reassuring look.
"But I'm sure their fine."
Chloe smiled meekly and then looked away. Lance definitely was not a helpful guy.
(a.n. u people who haven't seen eerie, indiana may get a little confused about what chloe sees on this bus trip. but i couldn't not put it in here - i must show the essence of eerie!)
The bus slowly made its way downtown. They passed houses and buildings all of which looked old and unoccupied. It was very strange. Even the pedestrians on the sidewalk looked weird. They stared straight ahead and walked in a sort of slow motion type way. They didn't greet anyone as they passed or smile politely. They just stared.
The bus turned and began down a road which had dozens of identical houses all lined up on each side. Everyone bore a thick coat of whitewash with deep red shutters and a brown wooden door. The house's paint was so fresh it looked as if it had just been put on a few hours before. Their lawns were perfectly cut and green.
'Almost too green,' Chloe observed to herself.
As Chloe comtemplated on the oddity of the grass, a team of basketball players wearing deep, navy blue jerseys with large, yellow numbers on the back strolled down the street. They were walking one behind the other with a basketball in their right hands. They all dribbled them in perfect sychronized motion as if they were programed robots. When it hit the ground, it made one swift pop instead of a collection of diffrent bounces.
"What's with them?" Lance asked curiously as the they passed the players who stared unblinkingly at the bus crowded with confused Smallville students.
"Must be some new sort of practice," Chloe guessed even though secretly she was just as freaked out as Lance.
They continued down the road until Lance spoke again.
"Check it out!" he stated unbelievably. "It's Elvis Presley!"
(a.n. if u don't know who elvis is - which i'm not sure why u wouldn't - he's a singer considered to be the king of rock n roll. rock on elvis (o: )
"What?" Chloe spoke out looking out the window to see for herself.
Chloe was almost positive it wasn't the real Elvis - he was dead of course - but this man sure did look like him. His hair was slick and combed in the exact way as The King would've fixed it. He wore large dark sunglasses and even stood like Elvis (if that was possible). The only diffrence was that he was wearing a maroon colored bath robe and bunny slippers instead of a high collared jacket and blue swade shoes.
"That can't be Elvis," she said aloud with a slight doubtfullness in her voice.
"This town is wacked. They even got dead people livin' here," Lance admited ignoring what Chloe had just stated.
Chloe swallowed. Maybe those kids on the internet were telling the truth. Eerie was weird. Maybe even weirder then Smallville.
*~*~*
As soon as Clark told Marshall and Simon about Pete and his encounter with the soul-sucking Grim Reaper, they immediately bombarded Pete with questions in a tone that reminded Clark very much of Chloe interviewing someone with a hot story. He and Lana were suddenly pushed out of the conversation.
Clark slid off his stool and moved over towards Lana.
'Moment-making time,' he told himself encouragingly.
"Hey, wanna play pinball?" he asked with a nervous smile.
"Well, I don't know...I've never really played one before," Lana spoke up embarassingly.
"That's okay. You could watch me. I could teach you," Clark offered kindly." I mean we really didn't get to do anything together at the carnival..."
Clark punched himself for bringing that up. Now it sounded like he was hitting on her.
'Is that really a bad thing?' Clark wondered in his mind.
"I guess I could try. Never hurts, right?"
"Right," Clark confirmed with a smile as he and Lana left the bar and went off to find an open arcade game.
"Here, Spitfire. This one's a classic." Clark slipped a dime into the slot of the machine and it suddenly sprang to life. Multicolored lights flashed on and off and the scoreboard rolled down to zero.
For a few minutes, Lana watched intently as Clark swatted the small metal balls which ricocheted off the walls as the his score doubled and tripled. When the game finally ended, Clark looked over at Lana who was smiling at him uncontrollably.
"Great job, Clark. That has to be a high score."
"Yeah, well, I bet you could do better," Clark purposed moving a side and slipping another dime into the machine.
"No, Clark. I'd suck. Seriously," Lana admited laughing at herself.
"Just pull this out and let go when you want the first ball to come out," he explained pointing towards the metal knob on the side of the game.
Lana grabbed it, pulled, and barely got the ball to rise an inch.
"Here, I'll help you," Clark offered as he wrapped his hand around the back of hers and curled it around the knob. He added slightly pressure and the ball sprang into play.
"Now what do I do?" she asked bewilderedly.
"Use these buttons on the sides, here," Clark said placing her hands on either side of the arcade game."They operate the little pedals down there that hit the ball."
Lana was barely conscious of the game. She was more preoccupied with Clark who would every so often push her fingers sweetly so the little pedal would swat the ball and score an unbelievable amount of points. His head was leaning slightly over her shoulder so he could watch the game closely. Although Clark didn't look it, she could tell he was extremely nervous by his uneasy breathing and racing heart beat.
The game finally ended, but Clark didn't move. He turned his head to look at Lana. They hadn't been this close since they were thrown together on the train a few hours ago. The intensity of the moment was rising rapidly.
"And - that's - how you play pinball," Clark confirmed forcing himself to keep eye contact with her.
"I have to admit - it was alot more fun then it sounded," she said glancing at his lips every few seconds. They looked so welcoming.
'Finish the moment! Kiss her!' the voice sqealed loudly in Clark's head.
"I hope you three have a very good excuse for being here before everyone else."
Clark and Lana leaped apart suddenly and turned towards the door. Pete spun around on his stool with half a chicken sandwich wedged in his hungry mouth. All their hearts fell like lead balloons when they saw who it was.
Mr. McDaniels glared down at them menacingly.
*~*~*
pleez don't kill me...i hadda do it! i just had to! lol
thanx 4 the reviews! pleez send more 2 me soon and the next correctly-used- comma chapter will be up asap! :o)
o and Knight/m...Lex will be appearing in this fic soon so be on the look out! lol
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, o no! the commas are coming after me now! ahhhh!!!!
lol. k i'll stop.
,,,,,,, (hehe)
A.n. holler! i had monday off school and i spent most of the day writing this fic! i added like three more chapters or something (with implied clana. lol).
also, in my honors english class today we learned the how to use commas correctly! :o) maybe i won't have as many mistakes in my chapters now. pesky little commas are no match for me! Yaaa!!! *screams like the U.S. presidental canidate Howard Dean and chases after a flock of nearby commas* brief pause. *looks at reader's shocked face* right, sooo if i get some reviews, i may update pretty quickly. :o)
clana rating for this chapter...hmmm...around 4/5...hehe
enjoy!
*~*~*
Chloe waited eagerly by the bus looking over all the crowds of people. Clark was always one of the tallest ones, yet this time she couldn't see his face anywhere. Pete and Lana were both missing too.
"Ms. Sullivan, please get on board the bus or you'll be left behind," Mr. McDaniels informed as he stood by the door of the vehicle and watched the students file in and take a seat.
"I will but I can't find -" Chloe suddenly stopped. If she told Mr. McDaniels about her friends being missing, they might get detention. Pete and Clark were already on bad terms with Mr. McDaniels. She didn't want to make things worse. And this way, Pete, Clark, and Lana would owe her one.
"You can't find what?"
"I can't find - my pen. Oh! Here it is!" Chloe lied weakly as she pretended to discover her missing pen which was tucked safely in the sprial of her notebook.
"That's great, Ms. Sullivan. Now get on the bus please."
Chloe sighed and simpered at her teacher as she passed him on the metal steps of the bus.
"Chloe! Over here!" Lance shouted quickly beckoning Chloe over to a seat towards the back.
"Hey, have you seen Pete, Clark, or Lana?" Chloe asked intently as she sat down.
"Nope. They're probably messin' around in the museum or somethin'," Lance inquired with barely any emotion at all.
"Yeah, probably," Chloe retorted doubtfully knodding.
Lance looked over at her mysteriously.
"Of course, they could've also - disappeared. If ya know what I mean," Lance stated with a devilish smirk.
Chloe had a slight look of shock come across her face.
Lance quickly changed his expression to a nice, reassuring look.
"But I'm sure their fine."
Chloe smiled meekly and then looked away. Lance definitely was not a helpful guy.
(a.n. u people who haven't seen eerie, indiana may get a little confused about what chloe sees on this bus trip. but i couldn't not put it in here - i must show the essence of eerie!)
The bus slowly made its way downtown. They passed houses and buildings all of which looked old and unoccupied. It was very strange. Even the pedestrians on the sidewalk looked weird. They stared straight ahead and walked in a sort of slow motion type way. They didn't greet anyone as they passed or smile politely. They just stared.
The bus turned and began down a road which had dozens of identical houses all lined up on each side. Everyone bore a thick coat of whitewash with deep red shutters and a brown wooden door. The house's paint was so fresh it looked as if it had just been put on a few hours before. Their lawns were perfectly cut and green.
'Almost too green,' Chloe observed to herself.
As Chloe comtemplated on the oddity of the grass, a team of basketball players wearing deep, navy blue jerseys with large, yellow numbers on the back strolled down the street. They were walking one behind the other with a basketball in their right hands. They all dribbled them in perfect sychronized motion as if they were programed robots. When it hit the ground, it made one swift pop instead of a collection of diffrent bounces.
"What's with them?" Lance asked curiously as the they passed the players who stared unblinkingly at the bus crowded with confused Smallville students.
"Must be some new sort of practice," Chloe guessed even though secretly she was just as freaked out as Lance.
They continued down the road until Lance spoke again.
"Check it out!" he stated unbelievably. "It's Elvis Presley!"
(a.n. if u don't know who elvis is - which i'm not sure why u wouldn't - he's a singer considered to be the king of rock n roll. rock on elvis (o: )
"What?" Chloe spoke out looking out the window to see for herself.
Chloe was almost positive it wasn't the real Elvis - he was dead of course - but this man sure did look like him. His hair was slick and combed in the exact way as The King would've fixed it. He wore large dark sunglasses and even stood like Elvis (if that was possible). The only diffrence was that he was wearing a maroon colored bath robe and bunny slippers instead of a high collared jacket and blue swade shoes.
"That can't be Elvis," she said aloud with a slight doubtfullness in her voice.
"This town is wacked. They even got dead people livin' here," Lance admited ignoring what Chloe had just stated.
Chloe swallowed. Maybe those kids on the internet were telling the truth. Eerie was weird. Maybe even weirder then Smallville.
*~*~*
As soon as Clark told Marshall and Simon about Pete and his encounter with the soul-sucking Grim Reaper, they immediately bombarded Pete with questions in a tone that reminded Clark very much of Chloe interviewing someone with a hot story. He and Lana were suddenly pushed out of the conversation.
Clark slid off his stool and moved over towards Lana.
'Moment-making time,' he told himself encouragingly.
"Hey, wanna play pinball?" he asked with a nervous smile.
"Well, I don't know...I've never really played one before," Lana spoke up embarassingly.
"That's okay. You could watch me. I could teach you," Clark offered kindly." I mean we really didn't get to do anything together at the carnival..."
Clark punched himself for bringing that up. Now it sounded like he was hitting on her.
'Is that really a bad thing?' Clark wondered in his mind.
"I guess I could try. Never hurts, right?"
"Right," Clark confirmed with a smile as he and Lana left the bar and went off to find an open arcade game.
"Here, Spitfire. This one's a classic." Clark slipped a dime into the slot of the machine and it suddenly sprang to life. Multicolored lights flashed on and off and the scoreboard rolled down to zero.
For a few minutes, Lana watched intently as Clark swatted the small metal balls which ricocheted off the walls as the his score doubled and tripled. When the game finally ended, Clark looked over at Lana who was smiling at him uncontrollably.
"Great job, Clark. That has to be a high score."
"Yeah, well, I bet you could do better," Clark purposed moving a side and slipping another dime into the machine.
"No, Clark. I'd suck. Seriously," Lana admited laughing at herself.
"Just pull this out and let go when you want the first ball to come out," he explained pointing towards the metal knob on the side of the game.
Lana grabbed it, pulled, and barely got the ball to rise an inch.
"Here, I'll help you," Clark offered as he wrapped his hand around the back of hers and curled it around the knob. He added slightly pressure and the ball sprang into play.
"Now what do I do?" she asked bewilderedly.
"Use these buttons on the sides, here," Clark said placing her hands on either side of the arcade game."They operate the little pedals down there that hit the ball."
Lana was barely conscious of the game. She was more preoccupied with Clark who would every so often push her fingers sweetly so the little pedal would swat the ball and score an unbelievable amount of points. His head was leaning slightly over her shoulder so he could watch the game closely. Although Clark didn't look it, she could tell he was extremely nervous by his uneasy breathing and racing heart beat.
The game finally ended, but Clark didn't move. He turned his head to look at Lana. They hadn't been this close since they were thrown together on the train a few hours ago. The intensity of the moment was rising rapidly.
"And - that's - how you play pinball," Clark confirmed forcing himself to keep eye contact with her.
"I have to admit - it was alot more fun then it sounded," she said glancing at his lips every few seconds. They looked so welcoming.
'Finish the moment! Kiss her!' the voice sqealed loudly in Clark's head.
"I hope you three have a very good excuse for being here before everyone else."
Clark and Lana leaped apart suddenly and turned towards the door. Pete spun around on his stool with half a chicken sandwich wedged in his hungry mouth. All their hearts fell like lead balloons when they saw who it was.
Mr. McDaniels glared down at them menacingly.
*~*~*
pleez don't kill me...i hadda do it! i just had to! lol
thanx 4 the reviews! pleez send more 2 me soon and the next correctly-used- comma chapter will be up asap! :o)
o and Knight/m...Lex will be appearing in this fic soon so be on the look out! lol
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, o no! the commas are coming after me now! ahhhh!!!!
lol. k i'll stop.
,,,,,,, (hehe)