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MidReal Story
Unleashed: The Rise of a Hero
Anonymous
May 11
Scenario:“Superman: One” is a coming-of-age superhero drama that combines the emotional depth and character development of “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” with the superhuman elements of “Heroes”. The film explores the life of Clark Kent, a young man who, like Charlie in “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”, is dealing with the trials and tribulations of adolescence. However, Clark’s life takes a dramatic turn when he discovers his superhuman abilities, much like the characters in “Heroes”.
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Bruce Wayne
slicked back, muscular, dark suit, white shirt, black tie
Lois Lane
shoulder-length, petite, business suit, gray
Clark Kent
tall, lean, casual blue shirt, jeans
I was born in a small town in Kansas.
My parents were farmers, and I was the only child.
I was a quiet kid, and I didn’t have many friends.
I was always the last one picked for sports teams at school, and I was never invited to any of the cool kids’ parties.
I didn’t mind, though.
I had my books, and I had my imagination.
I would spend hours in my room reading or drawing or writing stories.
I would create worlds where I was the hero, where I was the one everyone looked up to and admired.
In those worlds, I wasn’t just Clark Kent, the awkward kid from Smallville.
I was someone special.
Someone important.
When I turned thirteen, things started to change for me.
My body started to change, and so did my mind.
I started to get taller and leaner, and my voice got deeper.
I started to notice girls in a way that I never had before, and they started to notice me too.
I was Clark Kent, a teenage boy who was starting to fill out in ways that other boys my age didn’t.
I didn’t have muscles yet, but I could feel them growing beneath the surface, waiting to burst forth like a volcano.
My strength was growing too, but I was careful not to let it show.
I had learned my lesson in the woods, years before, when I had saved Lois Lane.
I knew that I had to be careful, and I did my best to keep my abilities hidden from the world.
It wasn’t easy, though.
As I got older, my powers got stronger, and it was harder to keep them under control.
I knew that I had to be careful, but sometimes I slipped up.
Sometimes things would happen, and I couldn’t hide them, no matter how hard I tried.
But most of the time, I was able to keep things in check.
I was getting better at it, and as long as I was careful, I knew that I would be fine.
In those early days of adolescence, when my powers were still in their infancy, I found myself spending more and more time alone in my room.
After school, I would come home and lock myself away in my bedroom for hours at a time.
I would read or draw or write stories, escaping into worlds where I was not the awkward kid from Smallville but a hero embarking on grand adventures.
Sometimes, my best friend Pete would come over, and we would play video games or work on our science fair project together.
But most of the time, I was alone.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like being around other people; I did.
It’s just that sometimes it was easier to be alone.
People made me nervous, and being by myself helped me to calm down and relax.
My parents worried about me sometimes, but they understood.
They knew that being a teenager was hard, and they gave me the space that I needed to figure things out for myself.
It wasn’t just my powers that were growing; it was everything else about me too.
I was getting taller and stronger by the day, and girls started looking at me in a way they never had before.
I’m not saying that I was suddenly popular with the ladies; I definitely wasn’t.
But some of them were starting to take notice of me, and it made me feel a little less awkward than I used to.
Most of the time, though, I still felt like the same old Clark Kent: shy and unsure of himself and always trying to figure out where he fit in.
And just when you think you’ve got everything figured out, life has a way of throwing you a curveball.
A few months into my freshman year of high school, one of those curveballs came flying at me out of nowhere.
One day after school, as I was walking home from the bus stop with Pete, a girl from our class came running up to us out of breath.
Her name was Lana Lang, and she was one of the prettiest girls in our grade.
“Hey Lana,” I said with a smile.
Lana Lane smiled back at me with a look of relief on her face.
“Hey Clark,” she said.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.
Have you finished that science homework yet?I can’t figure out how to do it.”
Pete shot me a look of surprise.
“Yo man,” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“Since when did you become Lana’s math tutor?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“She asked for my help last week,” I said.
“I guess she’s having trouble with this unit.”
Pete’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Lana.
She smiled up at him sweetly, her long red curls cascading down her shoulders like waves of fire.
“Thanks Clark,” she said.
“You’re a lifesaver.”
She turned away and started walking toward her house down the street.
Pete watched her go with an expression of longing on his face.
I could see the hunger in his eyes as he watched her walk away.
He wanted her.
He had wanted her since we were kids, and he still wanted her now, even if he was too shy to admit it out loud.
I wasn’t really interested in girls that way, and I never had been.
When I was younger, I used to think that there was something wrong with me for not being attracted to girls like other boys my age were, but I knew now that it wasn’t true.
I just had different priorities than most of my peers did, and that was okay.
It didn’t make me any less of a person, and it certainly didn’t make me any less of a man.
It was just who I was, and no amount of teasing from my classmates was going to change that.
I was okay with it, and my parents were too, which was all that really mattered at the end of the day.
But I had a feeling that I would be paying for my disinterest in girls for a long time to come, at least if Pete had anything to say about it.
As Pete and I walked home from school that day, we talked about our science fair project and what we wanted to do for it.
Pete was one of my best friends, and he was one of the few people in Smallville who knew about my powers.
But even if he didn’t know about them, he probably wouldn’t have cared anyway.
Pete was an easygoing kind of guy who got along with pretty much everyone he met, which made him really popular with the ladies, even if he was too shy to do anything about it half the time.
He loved high school, while I hated it, and he always seemed to know what to say to make everyone around him feel better about themselves, even when things were going wrong.
I wasn’t sure how he did it, but he did, which made him one of the most likable guys I knew.
Over the past few years, we had grown apart, and I wasn’t sure if there was anything I could do about it except let it happen, because we were different people now, and we wanted different things out of life, which made it hard for us to relate to each other when we were both so focused on our own interests and goals.
“How are things with you and Lana?”
I asked, changing the subject before Pete could bring up what was really on his mind.
After all these years, I was still trying to figure out what he saw in her, other than her obvious good looks, but I didn’t want to say anything that might upset him, so I kept my thoughts to myself for now as I waited for him to tell me what had been going on between them lately.
Pete was a nice guy, but he wasn’t exactly what you would call a ladies’ man, and Lana was way out of his league when it came down to it, even though I knew that he didn’t see it that way.
Lana was just one of those girls who could have any guy she wanted, and she knew it too, which made her a little bit intimidating at times.
Pete shrugged his shoulders as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, his cheeks turning red as a shy smile crossed his face.
“I don’t know,” he admitted as he kicked at a pebble on the side of the road, “I haven’t seen her that much lately.”
“Well, how come?”
“Things have been kind of busy around here lately,” Pete said, “and I think she’s been spending more time with her friends…or something like that.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, but Pete didn’t say anything else after that as we walked home from school in silence as we both thought about how much things had changed between us over the years.
It wasn’t like we were still kids anymore, and we couldn’t just hang out together whenever we felt like it, so we had both been forced to make new friends and find new people to spend our time with now that we were a little bit older.
