Becoming A Luthor (Lex Luthor Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: Her

It's hard paying attention in this class with this book calling her name, she thinks as she runs her fingers along the edges of the notebook. She hears laughter about her, causing her to look up. Dazed and confused she looks toward the teacher and sees his angry eyes glaring into her soul.

"Yes, Mr. Rubemal?" she asked.

"Did you not hear me call your name, girl?" He retorts with his nasally high pitched tone. The way that he emphases the word girl she can already tell that he has hatred toward her. She still wasn't used to the prejudice people displayed in front and towards her. She shouldn't have to experience it at all as a young child but life hadn't worked that way for her. 

All eyes are on her now and she has a choice of giving the nice polite answer or her usual sarcastic reply. With her hand still caressing the notebook she decides on the polite answer. No use of getting in trouble on her first day at this school she thinks.

"I couldn't hear you." she starts and unfortunately her mouth cannot stop. It turns a large smile and continues. "Your voice is just to shrill, Mr. Rubemal." She chuckles to herself softly and it lights up her face. The laughter spreads to the other children around her and they join her in her laughter.

"Go to the principals' office now young lady!" Mr. Rubemal shouts, his voice cracking from the strain he puts on it. "The rest of you turn to page 394!" His tone cannot handle the pressure of loud yelling, a demand sound like a puppy learning to bark.

She begins to grab her belongings to leave. Her hand slide over the notebook once again and instead of picking it up she opens the front cover.

She stares down at it and see the most beautiful inscription. To My Precious Alexander, it reads; and underneath it says From Mom with Love. Her hand touches the inscriptions gently.

"Miss Monroe!" Mr. Rubemal the teacher shouts again startling her.

"I'm going, sir." she states as she grabs all her belongings and places the notebook on top of her pile. She must not lose it she really wanted to return it to this mysterious Alexander.

The students look at her as she passes with sad little looks on their faces. These children were much better actors then her pervious school classmates; pretending that they even cared for her. She knows that she is too different and they will never accept her. She would never be enough of any ethnic group or fit in with any grade level. That is what happens when a mixed African-Asian American student skips three grades ahead. Why couldn't she have a private tutor like her younger sister.

She opens the door and swiftly walks out of the classroom running into the person in front of her.

"Ow. Watch where you are going." the person she fell on top of says as they began to push her off. She looks down and sees that it's the bald boy: Alexander.

"Alexander!" she smiles at him and he almost smiles back but confusion hits. He pushes her off of him so he can pick himself off the ground.  He sighs and extends a hand. She takes it; he pulls her to her feet, her hand tingles.

"How do you know my name?" He asks her quietly. She is about to answer Alexander but a loud booming voice interrupts.

"MISS MONROE, MR. LUTHOR; MY OFFICE NOW!" Principal Telston glares at them with her hands on her giant hips; Mr. Rubemal stands next to her whispering in her ear.

Hello, readers! This a Lex Luthor fanfiction mostly from the realm of Smallville and my head; other facts from movies or the comics may be integrated into this work. This is an ongoing story. There will be updates every week with the exception to holiday weeks. Please feel free to comment your thoughts and helpful critique.