CLARK POV:
Today is Friday.
And let me just say—it's been one of the weirdest, longest Fridays of my life. Not because anything major happened outside. No. Because inside this house, there's a war going on. And I, Clark—the so-called genius twin—may have started it.
It's been a long, frustrating week already. All I did was insist—keep insisting, really—that Clare should at least apply to a college. Any college. I even said she could major in her favorite subject, though between you and me, I highly doubt she actually has one. She says she hates school altogether, so the idea of a favorite class is... a stretch. But I tried. I kept pushing her, gently at first, then more firmly when she wouldn't even try. She flat-out refused, again and again, and I finally got frustrated.
So I did what any concerned, desperate, loving brother would do.
I told Mom and Dad. And now, I'm officially the bad guy.
Yeah… not my proudest moment.
