Clark Kent was sitting up in his loft after a major dicouraging day. He seemed to have broken the last peice of straw on several camal's backs. He sat on his couch and threw a ball agains't the wall while he went through the events again in his head.
He had been late to school, after promising to do better. The principal caught him and after a 15 minuete lecture, sent him to class. He tired to quietly sneak in unnoticed, but to no avail the teacher singled him out. He felt all of his classmates eyes, and smirks. Including those of Ms. Lana Lang's. Yet her's weren't laughing eyes, but those curious concernd eyes. Clark gave her a weak smiled and slouched down in his seat turning his head down to his desk. The teacher finally eased up and returned to the lesson plan.
Clark counted down the seconds until the class ended. When the bell rang he quickley gatheredup his things and headed for the door. "Mr. Kent!" the frail voice of his teacher rang in his ears. "Mr. Kent, please come here. I must speak to you for a few moments." Clark sighed and turned to walk back to the teacher. Lana walked passes and gave him an encouragins smile. "Good luck!" she whisperd and disapeard into the sea of sutdents flowing into the halls.
Clark stood for yet another lecture on punctuality. The teacher finally realeased him. He stepped out into the hall, and the door closed behind him. He took one step down the hall and the bell rang for his next class to start. "Your joking me!' he said bitterly. He quickley checked the halls for wandering eyes, then went into super speed and ran to his next class. He wenterd the room just as the bell finished ringing. he gave the teacher a smile of accomplishment and took his seat.
The second he sat down the teacher stood up to announce the order of the oral reports on the history of Smallville.
"Oh no! I didn't do mine!" he thought and slouched down into his seat.
The teacher began. "I thought we would do something a bit different on selecting the oder."
She pulled out an old top hat and continued. "Miss Sullivan, will you od the honors of selecting the first victum?" Clark's best friend bounded up to the front of the room. Clark smiled a bit as she thrusted her hand into the hat.
"Thats Chloe, always loves to do the dirty work." he chuckled to himself. Chloe pulled out a peice of paper. I smile spread across her face. "Clark Kent!" she said loudly.
Clark heard his name, but didn't move. "Mr. Kent, your up." his teacher called, "Unless you didn't do it." Clark looked up. "I...I... I'm coming," he stammerd out. "let me get my notes." He rumaged through his bokobag and found a peice of paper with writing on it. "This'll make her think I have at least notes." he thought.
Slowly he made his way to the front of the class. He searched his mind, and began to say what he remeberd from reading. He didn't take his eyes fro the paper.
Clark heard his teacher open a book and flip through some pages. A few moments later she stopped him. "Mr. Kent, may I see your notes?" Clark squirmed a bit and felt all eyes on him again. "Mr. Kent, are you aware of the meaning for the word plagerism?" Clark looked at his teacher in surprise, and nodded. "I..."
She cut him off."You have just recited the first 5 pages of our book word for word. Please take your seat and stay after class to duscuss your grade. Wait, before you take your seat pick a name for the next report."
Clark pulled out a name he wasn't too famillar with. He wlaked back to his seat full of frusteration looking at his feet as he walked. As he made his way to his desk he felt a hand brush across his arm gently. He looked up to see Lana's face full of care. He tried to give her a weak smile, but it wasn't very convincing.
He sagged down into his seat. "it's not my falt my stupid super mind rememebers eevrything I read!" he thought angrily. He sat lost in his thoughts for the rest of the class.