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Chapter 2: Can't Move Along

Going up in the plane lifted a great deal of weight off of my heart. If Clark gets back, and that meaning when, he's going to owe me big time. When I stepped onto the dock, the water lapped happily against the dock, matching my mood. Like my brother, I have abilities too. I can control water. Sometimes, depending on how I feel, water mimics my emotions whenever I'm around it. I also have enhanced hearing like Clark. And, I can read minds, which I can see, what others are seeing if I want to.

I checked the time on my watch; 9:00 p.m. We were gone for two hours. We walked in the house, where Lois was sitting on the couch typing an article on her laptop. "Jason's in bed?" Richard asked. Lois nodded without looking up.

"How did your flight go?" Lois asked.

"It was great." I replied, "I actually got time to relax up in the air." Lois smiled. She knows exactly how it feels. I moved quickly and quietly as I headed up the stairs to my room trying not to wake Jason up. I went to my room and grabbed my which was a solid black t-shirt and red and black flannel cotton pants.

The bathroom was a white tiled average size room. I locked the door behind me and I pulled the shower curtain over. I turned the shower on hot and undressed. As soon as I stepped in, the water surrounded me. I used a rain-kissed leaves shampoo and body wash that awakened my senses. I began to mess around with the water making shapes and figures. Out of boredom, I made a figure look like me. The "water-me" smiled at me and held up its clear hand. I pressed my hand against it, but was disrupted by a knock at the door. The knock broke my concentration and the figure disintegrated into its original form and flowed down the drain. I shut off the water immediately.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Are you done yet?" Lois asked. To others, her voice would be muffled by the wood, but I could hear her as if there wasn't a door.

"I have to get dressed and then I'll be done." I replied as I quickly dried myself off. I pulled my undergarments and on in a flash and walked out to my room. The tall window in my room was open so I sat near the ledge and listened to my iPod touch. I set the songs on random as I gazed over the waters. Across the waters was the heart of Metropolis. I heard car horns honk, angry drivers swearing like a sailor, different types of music, and thousands of thoughts.

I groaned in pain. "Oh, God, that's painful!" I tried to block it out by turning the volume up. I leaned my head against the wooden frame and sighed. I had success over my fight. The soft, warm breeze drifted into my room. The All-American Rejects was playing on my iPod. The words to 'Move Along' were being hammered into my brain. My thoughts immediately drifted to the day Clark left. Everyone was terrified when they realized their hero was not there to save them. People learned to move on, but I didn't. How can I?

I pressed the random button again and 'Never Forget' was playing. That calmed me down. I closed my eyes and let the music fill me.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock screaming at me to get up. How did I get in my bed? I remember sitting at the window. Oh well, I pulled myself out of bed and turned my alarm clock off. Groggily, I pulled my clothes that I would wear today and changed my clothes. I pulled out baggy jeans, a black shirt, and my red jacket. Then I noticed I had that creepy feeling. You get the feeling that something is going to happen, but you don't know how you know.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen where I found the others eating breakfast. Lois was checking over her stuff making sure that she had everything. She was going on a Boeing 777 for a shuttle demonstration. The shuttle would be hitched on top of the plane and when they reach a certain point in the atmosphere, the rockets will ignite. The couplings holding the shuttle onto the plane will release and the shuttle will be able to head towards space.

"Good luck today, Lois." I wished her.

"Oh thanks, Sarah." She embraced me in a hug, "You have an excellent last day of school."

"Lois," I began, "I've been getting that weird feeling again. Like, something's going to happen."

"The shuttle demonstration, remember?"

"No, it's something else." I tried my best to explain, "Something's going to happen during the demonstration, but I can't put my finger on it."

"I'll be careful."

"Oh sure you are." I smirked. Lois whacked me in the arm with the newspaper. Richard snorted into his breakfast. I began chuckling. "I couldn't resist it."

"Yeah, but the sad thing is, that it's true." Lois replied.

"I'll drive Sarah and Jason to school." Richard offered.

"Thank you Richard." Lois kissed him on the cheek, "You are a life saver." She was completely dressed and ready to go. "I gotta go." She glanced at the clock. "Bye, munchkin." Lois hugged Jason.

"Bye, Mommy." Jason replied. Lois bustled out the door.

"So, what time does the high school start?" Richard asked.

"Eight-thirty," I replied. I grabbed some cereal, a bowl, and pulled the milk out and had a quick breakfast. "I get out at three-fifteen, if you're wondering." I added. Richard nodded an okay.

We left the house at 8:00, which the ride to the high school took fifteen minutes. After school ends today, I'll be a junior at Metropolis Central High School. It's a bit scary when you think about it. "I'll see you guys later." I replied as I climbed out of the car.

"Bye." The two of them waved. I closed the door behind me and headed up the concrete stairs.

"Sarah! Can you believe it? Today is our last day of being sophomores!" A familiar voice called my name. I turned in the direction of the voice and found my friend Kristen Whitewood running towards me. Kristen greeted me with a hug and we walked into the school together. "Lois is on that Boeing 777, right?"

"Yeah," I replied, "Knowing Mr. Johns, we'll probably watch the coverage on TV." Our homeroom was thirty minutes long, then I had first hour world history for forty-five minutes, written composition for second hour, Spanish third hour, art fourth hour, I have chemistry fifth hour, and geometry sixth hour. We have a five minute passing period and fifth hour is split up in three parts. A lunch is going to lunch first, then your fifth hour, B lunch is your fifth hour class is split in half, and C lunch is you go to your fifth hour class, then to lunch, and then sixth hour.

"Kristen, I've been getting a weird feeling all morning." I told her as we sat down at our usual homeroom table.

"How so?" She asked curiously.

"Something's going to happen during the shuttle demonstration. I don't know what though." I explained. Before she could reply, Mr. Johns ordered the class to take their seats to begin attendance.

"Ms. Kent's guardian, Lois Lane, will be on the new today about the shuttle demonstration on the Boeing 777." Mr. Johns explained. A murmur of excitement ran though the class. He took attendance and turned the TV onto the news.

We watched with fascination within the first ten minutes. However, the strange feeling I felt was getting stronger. Suddenly, the power went out. Everyone in the room except me gasped. Mr. Johns ran to the lights and tinkered with the switches. Damn it, the power's out, Mr. Johns' thoughts ran through my head.

He walked out of the classroom for a bit. I focused my eyes on the open doorway and saw that the power was out in the halls too. I walked to the windows to peek out of them. Cars in the middle of the street weren't moving. I pulled my phone out and tired to turn it on. I went back to my seat next to Kristen.

"This isn't a regular blackout." I quietly said to Kristen. The buzz of talking covered us. Kristen stared at me with wide eyes.

"How do you know?" She asked in a low voice.

"The cars outside aren't moving and my phone isn't working. My phone was fully charged before I left for school. Even my watch isn't working." I explained, "Check your phone if you don't believe me." Kristen pulled her phone out and checked hers.

"You're right." She looked up, "What do you think it is?"

"I don't know." I replied.

The lights suddenly came back on. My phone, Kristen's phone, and my watch turned back on. The TV was back on also. Mr. Johns came back into the classroom. "I've just received word that all of you are supposed to stay here until we get this situation sorted out."

"This is UPBN News, in Washington with Frank Jacobs." An announcer announced on the TV.

"We've just received word that the inaugural flight of the Genesis space shuttle is experiencing a mid-air emergency." The anchorman reported. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and stared at the screen.

"Problem with the launch of the new orbital shuttle, Genesis," Another reporter announced, "Reports are telling us that the shuttle failed to disengage, sending both crafts rocketing towards space."

"And, we're now going live to Cape Canaveral with the latest update on this story." A third reporter announced.

"Jim, all we know right now is that the couplings holding the shuttle to the 777 malfunctioned and didn't release as planned. We're uncertain as far as the ignition sequence continued and still fired."

I looked at Kristen. She understood too. "Lois."