| Author: Minnie Rating: PG Category: Gen - Chloe Setting: After Cool Disclaimer: TRP owns these characters. My initials are not even remotely close to TRP. No infringement intended. Distribution: Please ask. Dedication: To Mare who gave me valuable advice on another fic Feedback: Yes, please. Author’s Note: "On the other side" popped into my head. A fic ensued. Archive Date: 12/3/2001 She was on the other side of popular. Most of the time, she accepted that, accepted the fact that she didn't have a cherubic face, a hauntingly ethereal personality and the resident in-crowd hanging about her. What she did have was a smart, sarcastic mouth, a keen intellect and a ravenous hunger for the truth behind every meteorite mystery that Smallville had to offer. Teenage boys weren't exactly known for trampling over the reigning homecoming queen to get to those qualities. But sometimes, in moments of pure girlishness, she wished she could trade places, be as admired as the other girls in school. Because it was flattering. She was on the other side of normal. Instead of obsessing about her love life, her weight, her popularity, she concentrated on her "wall of weird", a litany of every bizarre incident that hit Smallville since the infamous meteor shower over a decade before, be it from the two foot long carrot grown in someone's backyard or the cell mutations that allowed a relatively normal jock to turn into a heat-sucking monster. She didn't want to fall prey to the "me, me, look at me" mentality. What she wanted was to see past the blinders that the whole town donned on regarding meteorite-induced incidents. The residents, not to mention local law enforcement, seemed unwilling to admit that something was seriously wrong with the behavior of certain townsfolk, behavior that coincided with close and unhealthy exposure to the other wordly fragments. But sometimes, in moments of pure selfishness, she wished she could close her eyes, be as blind as those around her. Because it was easier. She was on the other side of everyone. She put herself there, not by conscious thought or deliberate attempt, but simply by being who she was: a city girl with contrary ideas transplanted to a small town where blending in was key. She wasn't meant to become Miss Smalltown USA. Tailgate parties after local high school football games, horseback rides or manual labor on farms weren't for her, even though she occasionally participated in one or two of those events. She carved her own niche, a small high school newspaper called The Torch, dedicated to documenting the hard, unflinching truth of horrible events happening in the supposedly bucolic community of Smallville. But sometimes, in moments of pure solitude, she wished she could be on that side, on everyone else's side. Because then it was less lonely. -End- HOME SMALLVILLE FAN FICTION FAN FICTION |
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