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A Few Years ago…

PASSING the Blue Valley sign entering a new town felt different, relieving in ways for the young girl in the car with her Aunt. She wore a dark blue and purple flannel, a gray undershirt, and some blue shorts as it was the middle of summer and the young girl looked to see her surroundings. Peaking back in the car every few seconds as she wasn’t familiar with such a small town being from a big city like Metropolis. And moving to such a small town like Blue Valley so she could see the simpler life and so she could have a normal life. 

Stepping out, Clara Kent was studying the surroundings of her Aunt Lucy Lane’s two bedroom house, which was in a friendly street next to a white house that was across from her house. I saw a young teenage boy walk out of his house as he saw me when I walked in my Aunt’s house and she sent a questioning look towards my way. As she sat down on the couch next to her aunt as she opened up a space for her niece. 

“Who lives across the street Aunt Luc?” Clara wondered as she questioned who the boy was, along with the family who lives in front of them. “The Mahkent’s. Jordan Mahkent runs the American Dream, one of the biggest companies here in the Blue Valley.” Lucy responded as she watched her niece look back out the window across the street to see two older people walk out of the house. 

“Your mom did tell me about you following her and your father’s passion for reporting.” Lucy said as Clara nodded to her Aunt who she looked back at. “Yes, I have been to the Daily Planet before with them both and let me say it looks so fun to be able to report about Metropolis.” The young girl said to her aunt as they were laughing and smiling. 

Three Days Ago…

HEADING back to her locker Clara she struggled to get the door open as she heard Cindy from across the hall. As she was picking on Yolanda once again ever since she finally got together with Henry Jr, and sending her nudes everywhere. But even Clara knew that Cindy sent them to everyone, because she is a daughter to reporters, and she can always find a scoop including when it involves something that big. 

She did open her locker, after almost tearing the door off with her super-strength. As she watched one of her closest friends come to his locker to grab his sketchbook from his locker with various other textbooks for classes. Cameron Mahkent; one of Clara’s closest friends in Blue Valley who also lives across the street from her Aunt’s house. She met him three years ago when she moved to Blue Valley from Metropolis.  And let me just say he was the only person who truly at first talked to her and became great friends with her in Blue Valley.  

Being a writer and photographer while running a blog about her journey in Blue Valley had enough views when it came down to starting as a nobody in Blue Valley. Because just being a simple farm girl who moved to Blue Valley to live with her Aunt for protection makes it 100% the best time. But she is so much more than that when it comes to her going around Blue Valley for the scoop. She could also design her own clothing, which she never made for anyone else but herself for so long. 

Adjusting her glasses, she looked back his way as he smiled at her. “What are you looking at Kent?” He asked the girl, making her laugh. “You already know that answer, Mahkent.” She spoke jokingly for a moment before grabbing her last book for the day as she shoved them in her bag that was to her side. As she closed her locker afterwards. 

“Don’t go all Smallville on me.” He spoke up, making her continue her breathy laugh at him. “First of all, I wasn’t born in Smallville. Second of all, Smallville is the best. And third you’re going all Blue Valley on me.” She spoke up as the two just stared at each other for a moment. As the noise of Cameron’s locker slamming shut got them to jump out of the little contest they were having. 

Not long after did the girl almost get run into as Cameron caught her arm. As Clara was pulled back she looked to see the teenager that almost ran into her. As the girl who almost did went close to her group of jocks tackling one of them to the ground catching something in her hands. 

Astrid Crock. Clara noted. The one girl who Clara knew most about from the outside, but suspected more of a story from the inside of Astrid. The daughter of Larry Crock, the famous Blue Valley Fit freak named Crusher and Paula Brooks the Gym Teacher who many times was rude to Clara and Cameron. 

She always thought Astrid is hiding something, underneath her dark hair that she places in some sort of bun or updo. Underneath her letterman jacket. And underneath all of the fame her and her younger sister Artemis get. Underneath all her fitness, and jock that she was someone else. Part of Clara always thought the girl was trying too hard at times to hide the things that would make her not so sportsy. But never once has Clara ever talked to Astrid, even after the two stare at each other at times. 

“You're staring at her again.” Cameron told Clara as she shook her head. “Sorry sometimes I can’t help but wonder who Astrid Crock is deep down.” Clara noted as she knew the response she was going to get. “I know both of us see that Astrid is like her younger sister and her whole family. But you can’t tell me there isn’t something more than the jock in her.” She continued 

“You’re not going to stop until you get the answer.” Cameron told her as she nodded and she knew deep down he was internally sighing at the girl. “If you’re anything like what I have heard about your mother. Then you're not giving up on this.” 

“Nope. Even if it takes me a while to figure this out.” Clara retorked as she looked to her right to see the familiar face approaching her and Cameron as she smiled and turned her body over to the girl. 

“Emma.” Clara spoke, smiling at the girl. 

Emma Wayne, daughter of the known Sarah Wayne, sister of Bruce Wayne the heirs of Gotham. The bats at night. The history of the two girls go way back to when they were eight, and Sarah and Bruce had a mission as Batman and Shadowbat with Superman. And that left Emma having to stay with Clara, her brothers, and her mother Lois. Emma and Clara became friends over the years when Sarah’s mother was a part of the league. 

When Emma came to Blue Valley, Clara was shocked to say the least. But instead of letting Cindy take advantage of her friend, Clara swooped in and helped her get around Blue Valley High. Much different than Gotham Academy, or Metropolis High. 

Clara even introduced Emma to Cameron as the two get along. Making Clara still question if they are going to ever be friends, or just acknowledge each other as they are humans. Along with respect...of course. 

There were even a few times that the two girls hung out after school either at Clara’s aunt's house, or the so-called “Wayne Manor Jr.”. The mansion...like literally Blue Valley somehow mansion, really kills competition like King’s manor. Even once Clara suspected it could have had its own miniature Batcave in it. But one thing's for sure she felt more comfortable there taking off her glasses. Since Emma, Sarah, and Barbara know who she is. Who she really is. 

“Clara, don’t tell me you’re staring at Astrid Crock again?” Emma asked Clara who shook her head. “I asked her the same thing.” Cameron responded, making Emma shake her head at the girl. Knowing this was a bad habit of Clara Kent. But then again she knew Clara was called the miniature lois or lois jr. 

“Can you two stop ganging up on me? I’m just saying this again, there has to be something underneath the girl.” Clara mentioned nothing at the two of them. As the three walked to their next class that they all shared in the hallway. As Clara looked away as she knew soon after she felt the staring eyes of Astrid Crock at her. 

If only Clara could find something on Astrid but if they two knew at the moment their relationship would grow over the next couple months they both would be surprised. But that surely wasn’t to happen...right?

Heading to their next class, Clara could also note the stare that she was receiving from Cindy Burman. As she always wondered what she did to Cindy. But then again Cindy Burman is Cindy Burman the most popular girl at school. Who has access to everyone’s personal information except Emma Wayne’s which could maybe be the reason why Clara and her friends were being stared at. 

Sometimes it made the girl wonder why she left Smallville, where the farms were well taken care of. The people were nice. She had friends and family practically in Smallville. But she decided to take a step away and join her Aunt, which her parents thought she needed after she developed her powers and an accident happened. 

Not every person with superpowers can control them including herself. Until she learned how she could control them enough to live her life and not have to fight war criminals or bad guys like her father did. But for her to help people. So her parents decided for her to move, and visit them during the Summer and Christmas/winter break back in Smallville. 

Looking up through her glasses she saw the face of Henry King Jr. which then Clara knew the truth. Cindy was jealous, most likely that Henry gave her a brief glance. But unlike Yolanda, Clara wouldn’t fall for his charm or his looks or anything. Heck if he talked to her she would ignore him. After everything that happened to Yolanda.

Sometimes Clara retorked at the thought of taking her glasses off, to end all the times where Cindy used to come up to her before what happened to Yolanda. To talk about her, to shame Clara. Everytime it was about her looks. And yet Clara still got stared at by the jocks at times. Glasses or not, Clara noted she couldn’t take the old words Cindy told her personally. 

If only Clara could have known when the new girls moved to town what that would cause her. Maybe her bringing out her cape, or maybe just maybe her finding something more within herself. Because being a hero can never rest 100%. But what Clara didn’t know is what she would have to go through as a hero once the new girl arrives in town. But what exactly would she face?

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