Today Dad took me to a party to introduce me to other rich kids. It was... interesting... The classes Dad made me take really payed off. The dinner was fine, the dance was fine... it was annoying really. It was a bunch of rich parents showing off their children. "My child has done this for this amount of years." Blah, blah, blah. Dad kept rolling his eyes when people weren't looking. I was trying so hard not to laugh. Dad hates these partys. I did meet one cool person though. His name is Lex Luthor. Dad's met Mr. Luthor before I guess, he greeted him like he did. Mr. Luthor seems okay but he's got this creepy cool stare thing... But Lex and I got to talking. He invited me to stay in his manor if I ever wanted to visit Smallville. Yes, the towns name is "Smallville." He seemed a bit old to be at this party. He told me his father liked to come every year to scope out everyone else. He asked about me, I gave him a very short version of my life story. He seemed impressed. He told me of Smallville. He sounds so proud of that town, it sounds as if his heart and soul is invested in its success. He told me about his friend, Clark Kent, who is about two years older then I am. This place seems interesting to me now. I might take Lex up on his offer. Well, its late.
Night.
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