Clark Kent (
stands_for_hope) wrote2015-05-26 08:10 pm
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The Double K Farm for At Risk Youth - How it Starts
It had been a hard year for the Kents.
The loss of a father, a husband, had hollowed out mother and son, though thankfully they'd managed to make due on the farm between the both of them. But that was just the financial parts. The farm felt empty without Jonathon Kent, their home felt empty, and Clark...
Clark was so angry with everyone, with everything. It wasn't fair.
He could do so many things, so many things, but he hadn't been able to do anything when his father's heart had given out. He hadn't been able to do anything when Jonathon Kent had dropped dead in a field while Clark was at school. He'd just been there to get pulled into the office, take the phonecall from his mother.
It was doubly hard to go through his days now. Before, there'd been a bit of a barrier between the people who liked to tease him; Jonathon Kent had been respected and folks had looked out for Clark because of it. They still looked for him, but now it was more about sympathy and less of a willingness to put themselves between him and trouble.
That's why he was here. Twelve years old, pushed against a chain link fence, holding onto the fence pole for their sake as much as his own. Anger boiled up inside him, anger enough to make his eyes start to lighten to red, anger enough to make him want to do things he couldn't do, shouldn't do. Because people were mean and cruel and they picked on weakness like a pack of jackals, even if the weakness was feigned.
I can't do it. I can't hurt anyone.
It was like a screen door trying to hold back a tidal wave. He was shaking and his eyes were so hot. He just hoped he could hold on long enough for them to get bored. Long enough for someone to wander by. He just had to hold on.
The loss of a father, a husband, had hollowed out mother and son, though thankfully they'd managed to make due on the farm between the both of them. But that was just the financial parts. The farm felt empty without Jonathon Kent, their home felt empty, and Clark...
Clark was so angry with everyone, with everything. It wasn't fair.
He could do so many things, so many things, but he hadn't been able to do anything when his father's heart had given out. He hadn't been able to do anything when Jonathon Kent had dropped dead in a field while Clark was at school. He'd just been there to get pulled into the office, take the phonecall from his mother.
It was doubly hard to go through his days now. Before, there'd been a bit of a barrier between the people who liked to tease him; Jonathon Kent had been respected and folks had looked out for Clark because of it. They still looked for him, but now it was more about sympathy and less of a willingness to put themselves between him and trouble.
That's why he was here. Twelve years old, pushed against a chain link fence, holding onto the fence pole for their sake as much as his own. Anger boiled up inside him, anger enough to make his eyes start to lighten to red, anger enough to make him want to do things he couldn't do, shouldn't do. Because people were mean and cruel and they picked on weakness like a pack of jackals, even if the weakness was feigned.
I can't do it. I can't hurt anyone.
It was like a screen door trying to hold back a tidal wave. He was shaking and his eyes were so hot. He just hoped he could hold on long enough for them to get bored. Long enough for someone to wander by. He just had to hold on.
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Bucky needed to eat!
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And indeed, out at the end of the driveway, the van was starting to approach, Neala behind the wheel again. It parked again where it had the day before, and equipment was already floating out into place where it had been the evening before. There was, however, a quiet disagreement over a new scorch mark on the van's interior, which Meghan was apologising for profusely. "I really, really didn't mean to!" she was saying, and Neala was sighing.
"Not to give you a hard time, but you've got to be careful with those sparklers of yours."
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Clark frowned thoughtfully over at Mike. Huh.
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"I know," Neala exhaled, "but her excitement left a burn mark in the headliner and I'm the one who has to explain it."
Mike listened - and then he suppressed a laugh.
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Inside, Clark smiled a little to himself and gave Mike's hand a squeeze.
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But with everything set up - even a computer, which had an awning erected over it - the assortment of newcomers headed toward the house. Meghan and her purple skin and hair, Ahdri and her thinness, Emin who carefully walked at a normal speed, Bani who was somewhere between male and female, and Neala, who dwarfed them all.
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"We've got breakfast in here!"
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"Thank you," said Meghan, trying to rein in her emotions to a grin, but there were still little sparkles floating around her hair in all different colours.
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"Hey! Did you guys sleep well?"
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"Well as I ever sleep away from home," Emin agreed.
Bucky was trotting down the stairs, book and pencils in hand to place in Steve's lap. Just in time, it looked like.
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Martha just chuckled.
"All of you, this here is Steve. He's Bucky's best friend and he's a lovely boy and something of an artist. Steve, sweetie, this is Bani, Meghan, Neala, Emin, and Adhri."
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The five who were being introduced, though, waved as their names were said, though Ahdri did float over to glance over his shoulder with curiosity. "Oh, you're doing very well," she whispered. "You have a good eye."
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"Thanks. I love to draw. Buck'll tell you, it's practically a compulsion."
Beat.
"Your hair reacts interestingly to gravity."
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And she did. Behind her, her hair started to move as if she were in water instead of in air, floating and swirling, moving with invisible currents.
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It was Emin whose smile glowed wide. "She loves doing tricks with her hair," he said. "You've just made her day."
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"It's so pretty..."
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"It's a good exercise," she said. "I learned it a very long time ago. It... helps. Sometimes."
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"Hey Steve. Neala did her prayer in the same language you and your mom do."
Steve turned to her with a bright smile before asking, in Irish gaelic, which village she was from and which family she belonged to.
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Clark just smiled a little.
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