THE IMPACT OF my body hitting the water stunned me but only for a few seconds. I forced my mind to focus of getting myself above the water so I could get the water out of my lungs. I pry my eyes open and look at the clear water cold from the fact that its Autumn but warm from the sun. The water buliding up in my lungs makes it hard to breath. I can move my arms and legs but as we were falling something hit my left leg. I drift my mind away from my injury and foucus on survival. I pray that Clark does the same.

I begin to thrust my arms forward and soon I kick my legs. Im glad I know my away around this water if I didn't I'd be screwed I've been swiming here since I could swim.

I swim to the shore panting i only manage to get my waist above the shorline before I being coughing up water. The water I cough up is like when you drink water and it goes down the wrong pipe. My lungs feel like a fire was started and they are  burning to death.

I get my strength back and pull myself all the way out of the water. Im standing even though gravity wants to pull me down. Im still struggling to catch my breath. I look around for Clark and when I don't see him. I quickly tie my hair up using the band on my wrist and I dive back in.

The water is finally working with me my lungs still burn but im lucky I got a big breath of air before I went back in the water. I see Clark though my glossy eyes, he peels back the roof of the Porsche like it is a tin can. I swim inside the car alongside him. I tug at the leather seatbelt wrapped around the bald mans head and pull it back far enough so Clark can get the man out. I swin back to shore along with Clark.

I watch Clark stand and lay the man down on a rock. I run over once I get on my feet. Clark looks like he's in shock so I started chest compressions. I place one hand over the other and begin applying pressure to the spot of his chest that's above his heart. I begin to count in my head, one like Pete did this morning. Two I really want to go home and lie in my bed. Three I want to pretend this didn't happen and I stayed after school to work at the Torch with Chloe. Four one more time then mouth to mouth.

"Five." Clark says as if he was on a tv show speaking right after someone else did not missing a beat for even a single second.

I look at the bald man, he has a cut on his forehead where someones hairline would be. "Come on," I begin chest compressions again.

"One" I say ignoring Clarks glare. "Come on." I whisper. I wait till I get to three again before leaning in to do mouth to mouth. As I'm leaning in his eyes open and he coughs up water.

"I thought I hit you?" He asked looking into my eyes.

"If you did... I'd be...I'd be dead." I smile sitting back against a rock. Blowing out a huge sigh of relief I close my eyes.

*

MY EYES OPEN ten minutes later when the police show up. Clark helps me to my feet then I feel it the pain I've ignored in the left ankle, "Ah." I let out a moan of pain when I stand on it. I shift all my weight to my right foot. Clark looks at me when I let ouy the moan.

"Are you hurt?" He questions looking at me concerned. I nod my head yes. Clark grabs my arm and leads me over to the ambulance.

I sit down on the metal surface where patients are suspossed to sit. The medical examiner is talking to me but I'm finding it hard to listen there is a ringing in my ears. So what little information I can make out it do and reply to it. Throughout all of this Clark is holding my hand. I squeeze as hard as I want because I know it won't hurt him.

My ankle is wrapped up in a thick layer of gauze just a few cuts no stitches required all I have to do is take it easy for a few days.

I don't speak I just lean back into Clark's shoulder. I tie the red shock blanket they've placed on my shoulders into a bow. I made a cape I'm incredibly proud of my self. I look like a superhero.

"Clark! Ella!" I look up from the water when I hear my fathers voice. He has my jacket in his hands. I assume my bookbag is in the back of the truck. "Son." He places a hand on Clark face. "Daughter." He places his other hand on my face, "Are you both alright?"

Clark responds first, "Yeah I'm alright."

"Me too." I say standing up.

He looks between us for a few moments before turning to a sheriff and asking, "Who's the maniac that was driving that car?"

"That would be me, Led Luthor." The bald man I saved now know as, Lex Luthor. He holds out his hand for dad to shake but by the angry look on my fathers face shows he's not in the mood.

"I'm Johnathan Kent, these are my kids." My father places my jacket on my shoulders. Then takes his off and places it on Clark's shoulders.

Lex looks at me, "Thanks for saving my life."

I nod my head, "I'm sure if the roles were switched you would've done the same thing."

Clark stands up and all three of us begin making our way back to the car. As well pass Lex he says, "You have quote the set of extraordinary kids there. Mr. Kent if there's any way I can repay you."

Dad stops looks at Lex, "Drive slower." I let out a small laugh them quickly bring my hand up to cover my mouth.

All three of us get in the car then head for home.

***

THE NEXT DAY, after school. Clark and I are walking home from the bus stop. I have a slight limp but only Chloe noticed then she pointed it out to Pete. So only Clark, my parents, Chloe and Pete know.

As were walking up the driveway I see a brand new red and white truck with a giant blue bow on it and a brand new black and white truck with a giant pink bow.

Me and Clark walk towards mom. "Hey mom who's truck?"

"Yours one for each of you." Mom says getting off her tractor and pulling two envelopes out of her pocket, "From Lex Luther."

"Dear Clark, drive safely. Always in your debt. A maniac in a Porsche."

"Dear Ella, drive safely. Always in your debt. A maniac in a Porsche."

Me and Clark read the cards at the same time. Mom is watching us. I look at Clark, "I don't belive it." He exclaims, "Where are the Keys?"

"Your father has them." Clark walks away. A worried look plastered on his face.

I look back down at the card in my hand. "I don't want it." I say not taking my eyes of the little white card that I pulled out of a pink envelope.

I look up and mom is watching me intensely, "When I was your age. I would have done anything for a brand new car. Why say no?" She asks walking towards me.

"I feel bad." I say, "I dont know why but just because I saved his life doesn't mean I deserve a brand new car."

Moms smiling at me, "I'm so proud of you." Mom looks back at the direction my brother just walked away in, "I don't think Clark feels the same way."

She nods her head with sympathy as I walk over to where Clark and my father should be, "-Once they sold him their property, he went back on his word. He had them evicted, Son."

"Sorry to cut in" I say after I catch the end of my fathers speech. "But I don't want the car." Clark turns around shocked. My father looks proud. When neither of them say anything else I speak again, "Well. I got homework and dress shopping." I walk up the steps to the barn loft. Where me and Clark spend the majority of our time.

Before I'm even in the barn I hear them continuing their argument.

"So youre judging Lex on what his father did?"

I plop down on the couch setting my bag beside me. I begin to rifle through my bag taking out the nessary things. Dress magazines and my home work.

"No Clark, I'm not. I juat want to make sure you know where the money came from that bought that truck."

English is easy its easily one of my favorite classes. That's why me and Chloe work for the Torch. Speaking of I need to write an essay, about who made into what teams.

I hear the steps up to the loft creak so I look up and see Clark, he looks at me then turns around.

"Clark, I know you're upset, Son, but its normal."

Clark throws his book bag down on the steps and walks down the steps.
I think nothing of it,until I hear the wood chopper come on and my dad yell "Clark."

I run out of the barn and onto the side steps to see my dad pull my brothers arm out of the wood chopper with no straches.

I dropped my jaw I always knew my brother was stronger. But this.. This was different.

Clark rushes past me to get into the loft. I look at my dad before quickly turning on my heel and following Clark inside.

I sat down on the couch next to him, "Hey..." I sigh from trying to start a conversation. I glance at Clark he's leaning forward with his head in his hands. I lean forward and grab the dress catalog from the time coffee table. "Which dress?" I open the magazine to the page I was on and point to a blue sleeveless dress with frills at the bottom and a gray sparkly belt in the middle, "This one, or..." I point to a red dress with a short sleeve on the left and no sleeve on the right, the dress is short and stops directly below the knees. "This one?"

Clark thinks it over for a long moment."The red one is classy, but the blue one is more you." He turns to me with a smile.

"Thanks." I look down attempting to not look at his shirt sleeve that's frayed beyond repair. I mean how do you fix somthing that was purposely put in a wood chipper? Could you fix something like that? Never mind.

A few minutes later I'm back to doing my homework with Clark, when dad comes bounding up the steps to the barn. "Its time son." Dad says walking closer to us and he pulls something wrapped in a white cloth out of his pocket. I stand up to leave as dad sits on the coffee table across from me and Clark, dad puts a hand on my knee, "you might wanna stay for this."

I sink back down into the couch. "Time for what?" Clark asks trying to my dads remark of "Its time son."

"The truth." He stares at Clark as he burns to unwrap the thing wrapped in the white cloth. Its a small disk with symbols I don't recognize. I hold my hand out and dad places it in my hand as I begin to examine it. "I think its from your real parents." I look at Clark, who at this moment looks like a sad puppy. I look at dad who looks confused and sad to be telling Clark this. And finally I look back at the disk as dad continues. "Your... Your real parents."

I hold it out towards Clark as my thumb runs over. "What does it say?" Clark asks as I remain silent looking at the little disk in Clarks large hands.

"I tried to dechiper it for years." Dad shrugs his shoulder, "But its not written in any language known to man."

Clark looks suspicious, "What do you mean?"

"Your real parents weren't exactly from around here." Dad saying glancing to the telescope.

"What are you trying to tell me, dad?" Clark stands up and begins packing behind the couch,  "That I'm from another planet?" Dad just looks at him. "And I suspossed you stashed my space ship in the attic?"

I finally break my unholy silence, "Okay, why would this hypothetical spaceship be in the attic, can you imagine how much it would weigh?" I look between my dad and brother, "I'm serious, Clark why would it be in the attic is probably in the basement.. or storm cellar."

"Your right." I look at dad. "Its in the storm cellar."

***

ON THE WAY to the storm cellar I call the nearst dress shop and request pick up, for the blue, sleeveless dress.

I walk down the stairs with Clark after dad opens up the storm cellar doors. Dad follows down then he pulls some white tarp from atop a large object. "This is how you came into our world, son" I cross my arms and pop out my jaw thinking about how I feel about this. "It was the day of the meteor shower."

"Wait," I let out a small laugh "this is a joke right?" I ask looking at the grey ship it looks like an large oval with a curvy triangles on it. A small empty dent in the ship like a did would go there is the part I keep my eyes on. I keep my eyes on it too far way to cont the sides. I'm distracting myself from the truth.

My brothers an alien.

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