A/N: I'm not the greatest fanfiction writer but I try very hard to do my best. I'm from Scotland so there might be a few errors because I'm not totally sure about everything American. I apologise for any mistakes you may see and I've rated it PG13 because for language. Hope you enjoy. I also had to write sh!t like that because my computer automaticly changes it to ####. Just clearing that up.


I strolled through the corridors of Smallville High looking for my next class. I somehow made it to my first period class on time but now I was completely lost. Being the new kid always sucks. I tried looking for someone who might be in my class... no luck. I was suppose to have a guide to show me around but they never turned up. The halls were quieter now. I walked up to a room, which said The Torch on the door. I peered round the corner and saw a girl, around my age, working on a computer. I looked around again and the halls were almost empty, there were only some jocks walking around... you know, the guys who always come late because they think it's 'cool'. I knocked on the door to get the girl's attention. She had to know where my class is.

"Uh... excuse me, do you know where... um," I quickly look at my timetable again, "Miss Fletcher's social studies class is. I'm new and I'm kinda lost." The blonde haired girl walked towards me and smiled kindly.

"I sure do, just follow me. I'm heading past that way. My class is just round the corner from there," she told me. I smiled back to her, whilst walking to class. She started asking me a few questions, just to break the silence I guess. You'll know the kind. Stuff like 'What's your name?', 'Where did you live before you came here?' and 'How's your first day going?' I was tempted to say sh!t for the last question but I might offend her, so I didn't.

"My name's Peyton Willis, I moved here from Metropolis and this isn't exactly the way I wanted my first day to go," I replied. The girl laughed a little when I answered her last question. I guess she might have been the new kid before too. "So, what's your name?" I asked, just before she stopped me in front of a tall brown door.

"Chloe, Chloe Sullivan. Well, here's your class. If you ever get lost again, you'll know where to find me. Nice meeting you, talk to you again soon," Chloe replied as she waved goodbye and went off.

After she was out of sight, I slowly turned the doorknob and silently entered the door. But my silent entrance was ruined because unaware to me, the door always made a loud (and I mean loud) squeak when anyone opened it. Every single person in the class turned towards me and stared. I quickly walked to the teacher and explained why I was late. She didn't mind too much and showed me where to site. The only seat available was beside some guy – Clark Kent. As I turned to go to my seat, everyone was still staring at me. I quickly walked to the back of the class and took my seat beside Clark so the teacher could restart the lesson.

I really, really wanted the say to be over now. It was lunch and I was standing in the middle of the cafeteria with nowhere to sit. Great. I looked all around the place and there were no free tables. I didn't know a single person so how the hell was I suppose to get a seat? Then, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to find Chloe standing behind me.

"Hi Chloe."

"Hey Peyton. Nowhere to sit, huh?" I shook my head. "Well, you can come and sit with me and my friends if you want."

I only knew Chloe a little bit, but she was the nicest person I had met around here. OK... she was the only person I had met around here, but she was super nice. I followed her over to where she was going to eat her lunch. When we got there, two other people were already sitting there. After Chloe took a seat, I saw down beside her.

"Hey guys. This is Peyton Willis. Peyton, these are two of my three best friends – Pete Ross and Lana Lang. And here comes the boy wonder," Chloe said as Clark Kent walked up to the table. "Hey Clark."

"Hi Chloe, Lana, Pete and..." he trailed off as he came to me. I never got round to actually telling him my name is class. Never thought it would be important.

"Peyton. I'm in your social studies class," I explained to him.

"Oh yeah, I knew I had seen you somewhere. So, guessing you're new around here? Want me to help you around?" Clark asked. He seemed pretty up for helping me around. Which was very good... at least I wouldn't get lost again.

"Sure, that would be awesome. Thanks," I said as I looked at my timetable to see what I had.

"It's no problem," Clark replied, as he got up to put his tray away. I also got up to put my tray back. Now that I was not going to get lost again, maybe today was going to turn out better than I thought.