orphic [CLARK KENT]

01 - the daily planet

"Welcome to the Daily Planet." Perry White said as he handed me a sign with my name on it. 

"Really? Are you kidding me?" I was surprised. I never thought I would get this job. I was never really good at connecting with people and a reporter requires a lot of communication with people. I would not be surpised if Perry White told me he was kidding me. 

I braced for the sting of reject.

"Do you think I look like the kind of person who kids around?" He snapped. I was taken aback. "Uh-um. I'm sorry, sir." I stammered. 

"So, do you accept this job or not?" Me. White asked, the red color on his face began to fade as he calmed himself. I instantly knew he was man with a temper. 

I don't connect with people, but I observe them. I observed a lot that I learned to see through each lies. It helped with my reporting skills. Since then, I wanted to be a reporter. I have a talent with it, no doubt. But connecting or communicating with people is what I'm worried about. 

I'm afraid if I connect with people, I'll lose them. Look at any movies, read any books, it's all same. You love or care, you get to feel the heartbreak. 

Take my advice, don't fall in love. 

It's the rule number one in my book. Don't fall in love. It always ends badly for all. Love ruin lives. 

There was only two person I had cared for in my life. My parents. When I was seven years old, my parents died. They were reporters. They write for loving. It was priority for them, besides me. The second thing they love most was reporting. The first was me. 

They loved me than they loved life itself. And I loved them the same way. We were close. Nothing could get in our way. We were a little perfect, happy family. 

Until they died. Because of they were reporters. They died when they was reporting...

I pushed back the tears flooding my eyes. "Miss. Brooks?" Mr. White broke my thoughts and I snapped into reality. 

"Yes?" I said. 

"The job? Will you take it?" He raised his eyebrows. "Oh!" I blushed furiously. You're a idiot, Ashylen Brooks! I told myself. 

He stared at me as if I'm a biggest idiot in the world. Which probably true. 

I exhaled. Focusing on the reality, I thought about it. I had asked for this. I wanted to be reporter. My parents would have wanted this, even if they died because of it. If I was to become a reporter, my parents would be proud...

"I'll take the job."