(Annabelle's P.O.V.) -2 weeks later-

I so wanted to scream in frustration and anger, but dropping my backpack down into the floor would catch anyone's attention for sure. "Anna, are you alright?". Clark voiced in concern as he turned his face around to see me as he sat upon the couch, fingering his laptop as I whipped off my coat off me.

I sniffed lightly, and signed, "I was hanging out in the fields next to the airport. I was making a snow fort when a football came by my feet. I knew a couple of the kids who were playing. The others were older. They were saying that I was a loser and stuff. I ignored them as I put back my backpack on myself when I heard the afterburners of a plane.",

"The others heard it too. I didn't realize that I was actually imagining the plane as you, and I don't know if I did mouth it out or sign it, but one of the kids noticed, and said that I was a stupid dreamer, wanting to fly. I..hit him..hard..I went off fast as I could, running back home.".

Clark sighed lightly, and spoke softly, "You shouldn't have done that. You know better than that, Annabelle.". I ducked my head guilty, and signed slowly, "For once, I wanted to actually talk, you know, scream at them that I think they're the stupid ones, not me.".

Clark nodded, putting down his laptop upon the ottoman, and opened his arms, his eyes warm and understanding. I was taken back in surprise at first, then I sniffed again, running into his arms as I cuddled against his side, his hands rubbing down my back.

"You know, there are times that you often wish that you'd be normal, able to talk, laugh, giggle, and all that, but believing that you are normal to your peers, well, that's rough to say as you're special, compared to them. You can sign, you believe in me, you have wonderful dreams, and you are wiser than your peers in ways. I felt the same myself, wanting to be normal like everybody else when I was a kid, but all those powers, I was scared of them at first.". Clark spoke thoughtfully.

I looked up in surprise at him, and he nodded, "Yeah, I was scared. All that super-speed, super-strength. I was terrified about hurting Ma and Pa. Every day under the sun, Ma and Pa taught me that practice takes time, and told me that I was very special, destined for something great.".

I tilted my head thoughtfully, and signed, "They didn't care if you were an alien?". Clark shook his head, "No, for they only wanted to make sure that I was safe and healthy. They had a feeling that my true parents wanted me to live, to survive, so that way, I sorta had two sets of parents, one in the heavens, and one on my Earth.".

I blinked, and signed curiously, "Is flying your favorite power?". Clark beamed brightly, "It is. When I fly, I feel free, like there's no strings holding me back from anything. I took Ma and Pa out a few times..Ma was a tad scared yet she knew that I got her, and Pa, oh, how he would laugh that I was now really flying instead of pretending that Pa would be my wings.".

I smiled softly, signing, "I asked Mom about flying...and..I was wondering...if you could take me out there. It's snowing and cloudy out there, nobody would notice a blur. Please?".

Clark raised an eyebrow, glanced out one of the windows, and I presumed that he's using his super-sight to check things. He then smiled, glancing at me, "How do you feel about heading to Alaska?". I gaped, then grinned widely, nodding. Clark chuckled, "Then get your snow pants, and another layer over that long-sleeved shirt, then grab your coat.".

I hugged Clark excitedly, heading over to the closet, shedding my boots off to get on the snow pants. I heard Clark talking on the house line, speaking to Mom as I smiled lightly, and swiftly laced up my boots after getting on the snow pants, and heading up the stairs to my loft bedroom, grabbing a sweater as another layer over my long-sleeved shirt, and heading downstairs when I saw Clark zoom over to his bedroom.

Either wearing his Superman outfit, or just getting a extra layer over his clothes that I presumed as I grabbed my coat, put it on, and startled a bit when Clark appeared, wearing a hat, and his cape as a scarf, and his red boots, alongside his sweater and pants. I was shocked that Clark told me that the cold didn't bother him much anyway, and I was holding my sides as I silently laughed.

Last week, Mom had told him about our recent girls trip to see Frozen when we saw Clark looking flabbergasted, and Clark was laughing at the end of the explanation, along with Mom's giggles. He held a hat and googles out for me, speaking, "It's gonna be fast, and I don't want to tell Patricia if you get whiplash from flying.".

I nodded, grabbing the hat and goggles, and we headed out into the backyard, and Clark grabbed me gently around the waist, asking, "You ready for this?". I grinned, nodding firmly. It was incredible! The wind, the speed, the feel of the clouds, and the glare of the sun.

We landed in Alaska, and there was snow everywhere, and so cold too! And it was snowing too. Clark smiled, "We are in the wilds, so nobody would see us. Now, how about some easy flying?". I nodded, and he let go of my waist, grabbing my hand instead, and we lifted off. I smiled so much that my cheeks came to hurt, loving this!

Then we stopped for a break when Clark saw something, and gestured that we be quiet, and we hovered slightly above the ground, and over a slight curve in a hillside, I saw them. It is a polar bear and twin cubs! I fell in love with the adorable cubs, play-wrestling one another as they stumbled after their mother. Then I silently gasped when I saw the mother roar for her kids's attention. It was like a engine's roar, except more smoother.

Clark then poked me, and I looked over, having him whisper, "Do you wanna see the sea?". I nodded in delight, and then we flew slightly faster, still having a easy flight when we stopped upon a cliff, landing upon the point in the cliff, gasping in awe over the amazing sight of the sea, the waves crashing upon the rocks down below. There was patches of ice everywhere!

I stood on that edge for some minutes, taking in the scent of the sea, the wind when something hit me in the back, and I turned around to see Clark whistling innocently, and I smirked, realizing that the weather was perfect for a snowball fight, and I balled one up, threw it at his chest.

He laughed with a grin, "Oh, it's on, baby!". Honestly, I barely knew that we spent literally a half hour in this awesome snowball fight when Clark held up a hand, telling me to hold on for a second. He seemed to be listening to something, and when he sighed, looking a bit resigned, "Your mom's calling. Dinner's ready.". I pouted lightly, nodding as I understood that we have to stop, and head back home.

We got back quickly, and landed in the backyard with Clark smiling, and he asked me happily, "Did you have fun, Anna?". I nodded, signing happily, "Yes, it was amazing. Thanks, Clark!". I took off the googles, my hat, shaking off the excess snow, and Clark chuckled, ruffled my hair warmly, "Good to hear that. Shall we get inside and warm up? I smell tomato soup and grilled cheese!".

I smiled, and Clark opened the door up for me to come in, and he got off his extra stuff, calling out, "We're home, Patricia! Anna said that she had fun.". I closed the door as I heard Mom's answer, "Great! Don't forget to wash your hands!".

I blinked as I vaguely remembered a memory..Papa and me sledding..Mom calling out that lunch's ready...Papa ruffling my hair playfully... It hurt when Papa left, but it didn't hurt anymore now, and I actually care about Clark, having him help me with my homework, sometimes how he could read my book when Mom's busy, the way he showed me how to fly, having fun in that snowball fight, ruffling my hair.

I wouldn't mind having Clark for a dad. Mom sounds and looks happier than I ever had seen over the years since Papa died. I wonder...