Sorry I disappeared for the last few parts.
From part 3:
“I can take care of myself,” Lois said, a bit more vehemently than she planned.
Some things never change. Her pigheadedness probably gets worse with age!
Instead of recoiling as most of her acquaintances did at her sharp tone, Clark merely nodded.
Clark was never one to be intimidated or put off by her temper.
The inside cover was filled with writing. It was all the same; a spiky hand that pressed into the page so deeply it nearly reached the other side of the thick cover. She read some of the print, her mind violently revolting to the sentiments.
It was crude, jeering. Clark was called a barrage of names that she only heard shouted from the Metropolis cabbies in the worst of traffic. It didn’t stop there though. She flipped through the first couple of pages and saw that they had been horrible maimed by a black Sharpie.
Poor Clark!
I love how Lois is still slightly abrasive and mistrustful, but because she's younger and hasn't been jaded yet, her softer side is more easily seen. And I like how you show us Clark's pain and vulnerability growing up.
I love this story and am looking forward to reading more.
