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Dear Diary,
Hello...I'm Clark Joseph Kent and I'm ten-years-old. Today is my Birthday and I dunno how to feel about the day. I woke up happy even though I knew there wouldn't be many gifts given to me...ma and pa try their best but the farm has had some trouble lately. They always get me great things that I enjoy, so that's not the reason I am having trouble on how to feel. The problem is that I met a little boy today-ah, that's not to say m'not a little boy either, but the kid I met today is two years younger than me and looks sad. I was playing ball outside with a friend named Billy when I saw him sitting in a broken down car looking like a sad, wet cat, there was an odd feeling in my chest as I looked at the boy...and I started to move unconsciously towards the fancy car, but Billy was there to snap me out from that fuzzy place. I asked Billy if we should invite him to play with us as by this point the mystery boy was looking out his window right at us, but my friend said no and ran off to go play in a nearby lake with some other neighbor kids. I tried to turn around and follow Billy...but that weird fuzz came back in my chest...it felt like...something was pulling at my heart and I felt very sad at the thought of leaving the kid by himself. So, the next thing I knew I turned around! Walking closer towards the well dressed man underneath the hood of his car. I introduced myself to the man (who introduced himself as Alfred) like my ma and pa taught me to, but I couldn't help but look at the boy still seated inside the car, even while Mr. Alfred was talking to me it was as if my eyes were only able to focus on the mystery boy. I felt caught in his gaze like how I imagine a fly in a spider's web must feel—of course the boy isn't an actual spider, but I'm sure if he was, that he'd be the prettiest spider ever. I think Mr. Alfred sensed that I was interested in his child cause he quickly switched to waving him out of the car and into the heat of Kansas sun. That odd feeling came back in my chest when the boy slid out the car and squinted harshly against the sun...I had this weird urge to cover him from the light, displeased that he was bothered by something. Anyway, this mystery boy's name is Bruce Wayne. But it's good because he's no longer mysterious now cause we know each other's names! That makes me very happy to know, and it's such a nice name. I only just met Bruce but everything about him seems so nice...even if he can feel a little cold, but that's only cause his parents passed recently (sorry for eavesdropping pa), so I think it's fine to be a little cold, right? I feel like Bruce a lot too...it's hard to deal with that cold and lonely feeling, and I know that that's how he feels, it's in his eyes. I think that's where my uncertainty about today comes from...the fact I ran into someone just like me—or, well, who feels exactly as I do. And it doesn't help none that seeing Bruce's frown and clouded eyes bothers me so badly, that feeling in my chest has stayed with me all day and I don't know why it gets to me so much? I know that I can be kind and concerned for others...but I have never felt this strongly about someone until today, but maybe it's because of my stupid, freaky biology. I am an alien after all :(. And don't get me started on the way Bruce smells! It was hard at first when he stepped out of the car...it smelled like my ma's bitter herbs with a touch of soured milk. I have learned so much while being raised on earth and I've been told about my alien roots when I was seven‐that was my first run-in with my powers-and one of the things I've learned are secondary genders: alpha, beta and omega. My ma said that she isn't sure if I'd ever present as one or the other due to my DNA, but that earth must have an effect on me as I smell like a pup—oh, yeah! That brings me to why I was confused about smelling Bruce so much. Pup's don't really have a smell, all except the smell of a baby or milk. The sour milk smell I can get cause Bruce is in distress...but afterwards when he started to play with me and have fun, there was a hint of vanilla, flowers and something citrusy. I tried asking ma, pa and Mr. Alfred about it but they said they only smell each other and me and Bruce's milky, pup scents. When Bruce was happy I think I became happy too, it felt as if there was something in this world for me...which makes me feel bad cause I have ma, pa, Billy and the neighbors, s'not as if I'm alone...but meeting Bruce has felt like meeting...me? If that makes sense. We spent the rest of the day playing together and ate dinner under the stars. Now we are in bed and I think writing things out have helped me decide I had a good day ^-^. Bruce is asleep already and looks comfortable...another thing that makes my chest fuzzy with happiness...or whatever it is. I hope I don't come off as creepy as I keep looking at Bruce? But he's a cute kid. His skin is as pale as my ma's anniversary porcelain and eyes as blue as a...as a...icicle. I can hear his eyelashes brush against his eyelids when his eyes are opened, they are very long and pretty, like Foxtrot's eyelashes (she's one of the horses in our barn). I guess everything about him is swell. I think I should go to bed now...ma just came in and told me to sleep cause of school tomorrow, boo! I hope Bruce isn't planning to leave so soon? I wanna play with him again tomorrow.
G'night Dear Diary: Clark Joseph Kent.
Clark yawns softly as he hides the book away in his dresser drawer, completely forgetting about how he never mentioned what gifts he got, too distracted writing about his new friend to give much thought to his presents. The boy smiles softly as he faces a sleeping Bruce, scooting in closer to the younger as he slowly allows his eyes to close, a soft whisper escaping his lips as he sinks into one of the pillows and his breathing slows to soft puffs of air as he drifts off.
"Good...night, Bruce, see you t'morrow."