Scene Seven
Six years later, 1998
Int. Smallville High School, inside History class
It's the first day of school and the teacher is taking roll. Clark Kent, now sixteen, is sitting by the window staring out of it in a state of daydreaming.
Teacher:
Kent. Clark Kent.
Clark does not notice his name was called until a red haired girl by the name of Lana Lang nudges him in the back.
Teacher:
Clark Kent. Not here today?
Clark raises his hand with a very sheepish smile on his face.
Clark:
Here, sorry… miss.
Teacher:
It's alright, but I suggest you don't make a habit of daydreaming in my class, Mr. Kent.
Clark sheepishly smiles and runs a hand through his hair.
Time passes and the bell rings, students grab their stuff and walk out of the class. The clock tells that it's the end of the day, and Lana follows close behind Clark. They walk down the hallway, crowds are passing them. However it is focused in on their conversation.
Lana:
What's wrong, Superboy? You've been in dreamland all day.
Clark:
(still out of it)
Huh? I've just been thinking.
Lana:
About?
Clark:
Life, stuff, whatever…
Lana:
That sounds interesting, Superboy. You gonna try out for football again this year?
Clark:
What would the point be? Coach hates me, Lana.
Lana:
He doesn't hate you.
Clark:
Fine, the rest of the team hates me.
Lana:
They're just jackasses. They've been doing the same crap to us since middle school. Besides, you're the fastest runner I know.
Clark:
That's not because of skill…
He pauses as they now walk outside; he holds the door open for her and lets her walk out before shutting it.
Clark:
That's because…
Clark frowns and shrugs his shoulders as he turns to look at her. Lana pulls on his arm, asking him gently to stop. When he stops walking, she pulls him around to face her.
Lana:
What's wrong? You've never acted like this before. We've been friends for as long as I can remember.
She stands on her tiptoes to run her fingers through his hair. Clark starts to pull away and she frowns.
Clark:
Over the summer… things changed. I changed.
Lana:
What do you mean, Clark? You're talking in circles here…
Clark:
I'm… I can't explain it Lana. In there—
He points to the gym.
Clark:
Ms. Cox is setting up decorations for the pep rally tomorrow because of the new school year. Those girls, over there… they're freshman… and they're talking about us.
Lana looks over to the girls, who are gossiping as soon as they see her looking at them, they look away.
Lana:
Are you guessing or…?
Clark:
(quietly)
I can hear them… and I can see into the gym. It's just like you were saying I'm the fastest runner you know! It's not skill… I don't even have to try… it just happens. Come over to my place… and I'll show you everything. Ma and Pa don't even know about half of it, and what they do know they have no idea how to explain.
Lana:
So… what are you saying? You have… powers?
Clark:
Something like that… Where did you park your car?
Lana:
Over there, towards the back.
She points towards the parking lot and the two of them walk towards where Lana's car is parked.