Viper: Het begin.

Lieve lezer,

Hier is een deel van een verhaal wat ik aan het schrijven ben. Het gaat over Chloe Kent, dochter van Lois Lane en Clark Kent. Het is in het engels geschreven omdat dat beter bij het verhaal past. Het is voortgekomen uit een droom die ik ooit had over een meisje dat bovennatuurlijke krachten had.

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Liefs,

Roos.

Viper:
I’m very fast distracted, that’s normal for me. But today my concentration was zero.
Spanish, I love that class. I share this subject with my best friends Dave and Amanda. Normally Dave sits in front of me but because it’s April Fool’s, and Mrs. Sullivan can’t see the difference between Dave and Damon, the two changed places. Of course she hadn’t noticed yet. I tried to keep my eyes off of Damon’s back and tried to focus on the window. But I focused too hard and heard a car accident at 2 miles away. Of course no one could have heard that so I concentrated on keeping my face in a straight façade.
‘Excuse me, miss Kent?’ Mrs. Sullivan asked me, ‘Could you inform us with what’s so interesting about the window?’ I immediately woke up from my trans and looked up to see Mrs. Sullivan looking a bit angry at me and I heard the class giggling silently. I blushed at Mrs. Sullivan and looked down, ‘Sorry.’ She walked away and started explaining some words. I felt that somebody was staring at me. I lifted my head to see who it was when I met Damon’s gaze. He was staring over his shoulder right into my eyes. I couldn’t move until the bell went the very next second. Damon stood up with his books and walked to his locker.
After school I went straight home.
‘Chloe?’ my mother was home.
‘Yes, mom?’ I answered.
‘Do you know where your father is? I haven’t seen him all day.’ She sounded a bit worried.
‘I think he is at that car accident that I heard this afternoon, I’ll go check it out’ I walked out of the door and ran, superspeed of course, to where I heard the car accident. And yes, there he was, my father in his blue suit and red cape. As soon as he saw me, he winked. It’s a kind of weird to have a superman as father and a human as mother. I always ask myself: What will I become? I already got superspeed and some other abilities, so I think that I will become something like my dad. My biggest question is; Will I ever fly? Just like my dad? He once tried to teach me how to fly, but I fell of a building. It’s good that I am immortal, just like my father, otherwise I would be dead by now...
I sat on a piece of car and watched my father deal with all the journalists. All cameras were focused on him. I could imagine the next morning edition of the Daily Planet, written by my mother: Superman saves man from exploding car.” Well, I must say that I always wished to be just like my father.
I always wanted to be the hero he is today, I still do. I heard the audience applauding, he flew away. It was time for me to go to my favorite place, the cliff.

I sat against the tree with my diary on my lap. There was nothing to write actually. I closed the little red book, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I heard all the traffic in the city and a butterfly flying around some flowers 10 meters away. I never told anyone but my parents about my abilities.
A normal human would find that I was a freak. Except for my mother, she was married to a superhuman. I don’t consider myself superhuman… I am more superfreak. I opened my eyes, the sun was already going under, time had passed fast. I listened very carefully, I heard my name be called somewhere. I heard my father talking to my mother and then to me that dinner was ready. Of course, he was at home and I was far away, but he could whisper and I would still hear him.

Mijn begin

Lieve lezer,

Dit is mijn eerste blog ooit. Waarom ik dit doe dat weet ik nog niet. Of mensen mijn blog zullen bekijken? Geen idee. Het is voor mij als een soort creatieve uitlaat. Ik zal mijn pagina opvrolijken met zelfgeschreven verhalen. Soms in het engels, soms in het Nederlands. Hier is alvast een goede vertaalsite voor als er woorden tussen staan die je niet begrijpt: www.vertalen.nu
Veel plezier met het lezen van mijn verhalen, ik hoop dat je het leuk gaat vinden. Reacties en commentaar zijn altijd welkom.

Liefs,

Roos.

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