Life's not so exciting at 135 m.p.h., at least when you don't need a car to make it to Metropolis in ten minutes. But I guess this was Lex Luthor's way of escaping. Maybe he thought if he could go fast enough he'd blast off to another time. One without his father, without Metropolis, with Lana Lang. All this had to do with Lana, although the connection isn't clicking. Chloe could've figu….the windmill. It was looking so weathered after the tornados. In fact, I'm surprised it's still standing. The tattered weeds slung from the posts imitating vines.

"I believe you're very familiar with this place, Clark?" he seemed so happy.

"Yeah, I've been here with Lana a couple of times."

"This was one of Lana's favorite places in the whole world, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was." The 13th step was missing from when she had kicked through it on her 9th birthday. I remember her wailing as she ran to our picnic. The 16th was still stained with her blood when her arm had nicked the nail during that same fall.

"Yeah….Lets go."

Pacing back against the zephyr, reseating myself in the Porsche. Staring out my window, the unlatching of Lex's entrance never came. We weren't 'going'. "Lex!" he had climbed nearly half of the windmill already. I doubt this thing is gonna stand much more, but, oh well. "Lex this thing isn't too safe."

"C'mon Clark, it's just a bit shaky" He's on top of the world. It's amazing, how could such a drastic change occur. I could never worry about this part of Lex, the child he never got to be. "Man, its beautiful up here….all of Metropolis is in view, you can see every bit of Smallville too."

"Lex….I'm not sure why you brought me here, but I'm glad you did."

A feeling of reassurance settled in me at the embrace of his arm on my shoulder, "I thought you would be"

We hung up there for a few hours. We wouldn't talk much. But when we did it was usually about Lana.

"How's the food?" What kinda question is that.

"You know, it's a hospital, same as always"

"Yeah I guess you're right, aren't you…."

"Dad….I'm fine. You know that I'm fine. Stop worrying about it" he still wasn't all hip-hip-hooray though. "Hey they said I'm doing so good that I might be able to start physical therapy next week."

"Really, that's great. Real good news to hear" Losing my weary eyes to the scan of pale blue walls, my sights drifted upon the clock.

"You gotta get to work Dad"

Hesitating to leave, "Are you sure you're ok? I mean I can call in sick for today."

"Dad, go to work. I'll be fine" Boosting him through the door with a smile. It was quite relieving for him to be going, for now at least.

"So Sullivan, What to do? What to do?" Stressing my good arm towards the night table, I grabbed the pad and pen. Just because I'm crippled doesn't mean I can't work on next weeks paper. A memorial article for Lana sounds fitting.

An Unfitting End

Smallville High has had it's share of tragedy's this year. The Victim of Sean Kelvin(R.I.P.), The life that Jodi Melville took(R.I.P.), those hurt by Eric Summers' path of destruction, the election fiasco, and Principal Kwan's death(R.I.P.). We as students have endeavored quite a year. Most recently we have lost a….have lost a….

Dam, what the hell should I call her. Lana and I were never really friends but c'mon, I'm a reporter, I write these stories all the time and I cant figure out a fitting word for her. "Jeez, I'm loosing my touch"

"Sweetie you really shouldn't be writing like that" Nurse Louise was so sweet, but definitely wasn't convincing enough to stop me from finishing the final paper of the year. "Let me just put that back…."

"You think so huh? I'm finishing this dam paper you hear me Louise" we both giggled through our respective smiles.

On her way out, "Fine, but don't move about too much…."

So, where was I? Oh yeah, so what to call Lana….Princess….girl next door? Yeah that sounds good. "10:34….I'll sleep on it"

Each morning would arise with an indecisive sunshine on how to write off the year at Smallville High. The rest of the article had been completed, but what to call Lana….oddly enough it's an extremely difficult word to come up with. Even as Mr. Kent carted me out to some real air, my dad being away for LuthorCorp, I'm still loosing the struggle over this ordeal.

In It For The Long Haul

Smallville High has had it's share of tragedy's this year. The Victim of Sean Kelvin(R.I.P.), The life that Jodi Melville took(R.I.P.), those hurt by Eric Summers' path of destruction, the election fiasco, and Principal Kwan's death(R.I.P.). We as students have endeavored quite a year. Most recently we have lost a , Lana Lang. Lana Lang was the type of girl who defined Smallville. Head Cheerleader, multiple winner of Miss Smallville, Girlfriend to the starting Quarterback, the traditional values of tiny towns such as ours. Each of us has had a steak pierced through our hearts a one time or another during this rough year. We as students have pulled together to show we can now face any issue that may ever arise within our lives. I mean once you've dealt with death in the manner we have, how can you not be prepared.

"So what do you think?"

"It's a nice, little look back….it'll be taken well minus the ending, it's not…."

"I hope so….thanks Mr. Kent, for everything"

"Its no worry at all Chloe, you know you're part of the family"