"Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice"

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost, he's a talented guy. Four Pulitzers even. He accounts by many as the greatest American poet of the 20th century. I think back and try to decipher his words. What was he really trying to express? The beauty about works such as this is that it makes you think.

Makes you wonder.

Right now, I'm wondering what my future holds for me.

And do you know what else is happening?

Graduation.

Yes, it's finally here. Thank God.

Four years of nervousness, anxiety, bewilderment, crazy meteor freaks, sadness, loss and even destiny. Four years with the bits and pieces of happiness in between led up to this moment. I wish I could tell you how profound this is, but I'm even more reluctant to say…

High school is overrated.

I really can't wait to leave it.

Start anew.

Be the person I want to be and not because of what other's expect of me.

This is my time.

I make my way with one foot ahead of another in slow movement. By the time I reached the stage, I hear my name called forth.

"Clark Kent"

I smile and look at the crowd as I move to take my diploma from the principal. He shakes my hand firmly and I return the gesture. In the crowd, 7th row middle section, my mom is screaming for joy, dad is snapping pictures like a photographer and Lois Lane whistling at me with an amused look on her face mixed in with pride in her eyes.

The best sight I've seen all day.

I wave to them and they happily wave on back.

When the ceremony ended, mom and dad hugged me fiercely, with all the joy and love they could muster in this particular moment. I take them into my arms and whisper a thank you before the sound of Lois's voice broke the laughter and excitement. She wanted to take a picture of me and my parents.

She gazed towards me, congratulating me with one of her infamous winks and I've become all the more confident in winking right back to her.

After an awkward beginning that started after prom, our friendship started to become remarkably strong. I felt like I could share and tell her everything. And in a way, I did. I told her about how different I feel around people, how discovering who my biological parents are effected me. I never revealed to her 'hey, I'm an alien' but I am comfortable in telling her enough that it doesn't give away what I am.

Chloe felt the same way. She encouraged me to be myself around her and not worry too much about all the extra things. I took her advice and surprisingly felt at ease whenever I talked to Lois.

Talking, there's another thing we've got going pretty well.

We e-mail each other often and even do the instant messaging thing that seems to be all the rage now.

Smallville: Hey, pass your final?
Metropolis: Huh?
Smallville: You mentioned you had a final the morning after Prom. How'd it go?
Metropolis: …… weather here is pretty neat.
Smallville: Lo-is!
Metropolis: What?
Smallville: Finals?
Metropolis: Oh. Yeah. I passed.
Smallville: Is that all?
Metropolis: …. Ack, look at the time, see ya later.

Now that we've got an actual friendship going, the idea of having a relationship with her comes and goes. I know where I stand on the subject. I know where she stands on it. The problem is, neither of us is ever standing in the same spot, so that leaves having a relationship with her of the non-friendship variety off limits.

Summer flew by relatively easy. I haven't run into any meteorite induced victims and it definitely helped me relax more. I'm preparing for college now. Lois and Chloe have become the best of friends in such little time; I'm beginning to feel like Chloe knew Lois better than I do.

"I'm so excited, Lois. This is gonna be the best year ever," Chloe exclaimed in front of Lois widely thrilled for the coming year. I stand by just watching them with amusement while Chloe babbled on. "I mean – the journalism classes I signed up for are the best and I think I'm gonna – "

"Whoa there, Nellie Bly." Lois sat her down besides her. "Remember, you're goal this year is to party and get drunk as much humanly possible"

"Lois," I say ready to berate her.

She ignored me. "And study hard in-between," she threw me a mischievous smile.

"But…" Chloe wanted to protest.

"None of that. This is college. It's all about experimentation. Adjustment. Dring – king," she dragged in the end. "You'll conquer the world in due time, but right now, its ladies night at Mambo"

"Mambo," me and Chloe say unenthusiastically.

"I don't do Latin," Chloe revealed.

"And you know I can't dance," I remind Lois.

She shrugged our complaints off.

"That's the whole point about drinking, you see. Get drunk and it won't matter how bad of a dancer you are."

"I've got class tomorrow," Chloe says and I jump right in there.

"Me too"

Lois throws a discarded shirt to my face which I catch expertly.

"You both suck"

I laughed and Chloe smiles cheerfully.

This is going to be quite a year.

To be continued…