"Metropolis, you sure?", asked Martha . "Yes mum, I'm sure", replied Clark. "But son, it's so far away, you sure you'll be alright without us?", asked Martha, with a worried look on her face. "Yes mum, I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me", Clark said. "Leave him be Martha, said Jonathan, he's far too old for you to be bossing him around anymore. "But he's only twenty Jonathan, and, he's still our son", said Martha, sadly. "Eventually kids leave their parents, that's something you have to get used to, said Jonathan, and besides, his has this job now, he's gonna be very busy". "First, I need to get there and then we talk about me working dad", said Clark. "Right. Pack your things, and then meet me out in the front", said Jonathan. "Wait, you're leaving already?", asked Martha. "Yes, if we wanna beat traffic", replied Jonathan. "Clark, are you sure you can handle this?", asked Martha. "Yes. After all, it's just a city", her son replied back.
Clark and his father spent about six hours driving to Metropolis. While traffic was smooth, the journey however was uneventful. Both father and son never spoke a word to each other during the trip. Jonathan kept his hands on the steering wheel, while Clark just gazed out the window, as though he was completely ignoring his father. Whenever it came to stopping for bathroom breaks, buying snacks or refuelling petrol, there was little interaction on display. Jonathan knew that his son slowly started to miss his home and his mother. As for Clark, he just thought of the bustling city streets of Metropolis. When they finally reached their destination, Clark stepped out of the car and said, "Thanks dad, for everything". His dad got out too and said, "My pleasure kiddo". He smiled, walked over to his son and hugged him. "Take care", he said. Jonathan then drove off, leaving the young, twenty-year-old Clark Kent by himself.
Clark slowly walked around the city, observing all the different kinds of buildings surrounding him. From offices, to restaurants. From schools, to museums. From apartments to even comic shops, there wasn't anything that Metropolis didn't have. "Wow, so this is what it's like being in a city", he said. Clark didn't care if people were looking at him, as though he was locked in a room his whole life and only now just got out. He just paid attention to streets, buildings and skyline of Metropolis. After walking for about an hour, he finally found the building that he was looking for, the Daily planet. It looked much bigger than how he pictured it to be. People were coming in and out of the building, with either phones, notebooks or newspapers. This was not a town with children riding their bikes home, or parents working in a small café. This was a twenty-first century city, where the people had become so accustomed to the use of modern-day technology.
Clark didn't care about all that. He didn't care whether he had a phone or not. He just wanted to live his life and do the best that he could in what he was doing. "Technology doesn't bother me, he said, as long as it's used for good, then I'm alright". He understood, even at that age, that some men would want to use it for their own means, and for him, he would try his best to find a way to stop them. He didn't want his new home being affected by power hungry businessmen or corporate lunatics. And even though, he only had two abilities, he would have to make do for the time being. "Maybe Metropolis can teach me a thing or two about using my powers", he said. Clark then decided, instead of walking straight into Daily Planet, to find a place to live, which he should've done beforehand. After turning around, in the opposite direction, he kept walking, until he found a good and reasonably cheap real estate agency.
Clark decided, that since it was his first time arriving at Metropolis, he wanted to start to small, so choosing an apartment made sense. "2000 dollars", said the realtor. "Done", said Clark, taking out money from his pocket which his parents gave him. The realtor handed him the key, and Clark was off to his first new home. His apartment was located in between New Troy and Park Ridge. His apartment may be small, but for Clark, it was the perfect home for the time being. As he walked up the stairs to his home, he noticed no one around him. He wondered if he was alone here, or if he was in the wrong place. "This has to be it, he said, one one five, Park Ridge". As he was just about to unlock his door, with the number "45" on it, he was interrupted by a voice behind him, which said, "Hello". Clark turned and found a red-haired girl facing him, smiling.
