It's Just The Way You Look At It
By: TTFAN
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Martha Kent yawned as she got out of bed. Groggily she woke up to find breakfast already on the table.
"Looks like someone got up early," she said with a smile as a piece of paper on the refrigerator caught her eye.
"Jonathon, come to the kitchen quick!" Martha yelled as her husband ran as fast as his age would allow him to.
"Tara's gone, but she left this behind," she said holding up the note. In sloppy hand writing it read:
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Kent,
I probably should've told you earlier but I wouldn't have wanted you to stop me. In case you were wondering where I am, I'm probably near the borderline of Kansas by now. Unless I estimated wrong or there was a delay in traffic (I hope the breakfast I made is still warm). I'm going back to Gotham. I have to. You've been real nice to me, honestly, and it's not like I didn't like it there. For once in my entire life…I felt safe there. I could finally sleep at night without one eye open. I've already gotten the papers for a transfer to my old school. I'm really sorry but I can't just sit there, while miles away my friends are getting beaten to a bloody pulp. My last request is to please not worry. I'm almost eighteen now, I think I can handle things.
Love, Tara
P.S. Whatever you do please don't tell Clark.
"I know what you're thinking. She reminds me of him too. Always with the need to run off and aid others," Jonathon said folding up the paper.
"What really leaves me baffled is why she was in such a rush?" Martha said. The realization struck them both as they went up to the Terra's room (normally the guest room). Several printed out articles from the Gotham Gazette littered the floor. Two articles were left on the table, 'Isaiah Crockett Attacked in Hate Crime' and 'Rose Wilson Hospitalized by Gang'.