"We have different faces we show to different kinds of people in our lives. Write about these many faces you wear. Who are you around your parents? Your friends? Your teachers? When you're alone?"
I don't have multiple faces because I have only one head, and I don't wear a mask (ha ha). But I do have a secret identity. I'm not really telling many people on the ship that, because it's a Rule not to, but I do live something of a double life, except instead of like when you're a spy, where both lives are probably kinda cool somehow, the one life is lame and the other isn't.
My civilian ID, which I will call, uh, C. is super boring. C is the result of me faking being everything I'm not--weak, kinda boring, completely lame, and a wuss. C is the giantest nerd ever, and stands in the corner at school dances and never busts a move, even when I can completely serve just about anybody I want breakdancing. C goes to barn dances and never makes friends at them and pretends he likes listening to Kenny Chesney singing "She thinks my tractor's sexy" a million times without wanting to shoot himself in the head with a green bullet. C can't climb a rope all the way to the top during gym class, and claims it's his asthma, but people think he's making it up to look less lame. People pick on C all the time and towel-whip him in the bathroom, even though he could probably turn the school into a parking lot in five minutes (and I think about it on a regular basis, believe me). C also can't throw a football to save his life, when in reality, he can throw it into the stratosphere. C is the epitome of Nerd, but I have to pretend to be C because a pair of glasses only gets you so far as a disguise.
I cannot express in words how much I hate pretending to be C. I like the name, because of who gave it to me, but I hate the act.
At home, I go by C, still, but it's a different C. At home, C = Kon-el = Superboy, because the people who raise me (kind of. I sort of came to them already barely raised and they're not my parents, but they take care of me) know who and what I really am, and I think they maybe like me, so I can be myself and benchpress cows for exercise when I'm bored. They also sometimes need me to help lifting the tractor to fix it. Being C at home is different because I don't have to pretend C is a nerdy alter ego. Although I still have to be good and not cuss or be crude because it upsets them, but I don't mind doing that because the people who raise me are really nice.
Around my friends and my team, the Titans, I get to be someone else entirely. I get to be Superboy. Kon-El. Pure and simple. Sometimes, they call me C, but they know it's all one person. The Titans don't mind if stick straws in my nose and do a walrus impression when we hit Pizza Shack, and I can be as stupid around them as I want without them thinking less of me.
Then there's Cassie, my girlfriend, and Robin, my best friend (and Bart, sometimes, but he's a speedster and he gets a little Speed Force ADD sometimes). I can pretty much be myself around the both of them and tell them both everything going on in my head. Sometimes when I'm pissed off or upset, I don't even tell the Titans, but I'll tell one or both of them (depending on what it is) and I know it's okay. They keep my secrets.
For me, it's not masks, mostly. C is a mask at school, but he has to be. Mostly it's degrees. Ma says that I let people in by inches, and I'm not that different than Kal, my mentor and "cousin," and who I was cloned from, by being that way. Rather than getting different faces, certain people just get more inches, and some, like Rob and Cassie--they get almost every inch I've got, because they've earned it.
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I don't have multiple faces because I have only one head, and I don't wear a mask (ha ha). But I do have a secret identity. I'm not really telling many people on the ship that, because it's a Rule not to, but I do live something of a double life, except instead of like when you're a spy, where both lives are probably kinda cool somehow, the one life is lame and the other isn't.
My civilian ID, which I will call, uh, C. is super boring. C is the result of me faking being everything I'm not--weak, kinda boring, completely lame, and a wuss. C is the giantest nerd ever, and stands in the corner at school dances and never busts a move, even when I can completely serve just about anybody I want breakdancing. C goes to barn dances and never makes friends at them and pretends he likes listening to Kenny Chesney singing "She thinks my tractor's sexy" a million times without wanting to shoot himself in the head with a green bullet. C can't climb a rope all the way to the top during gym class, and claims it's his asthma, but people think he's making it up to look less lame. People pick on C all the time and towel-whip him in the bathroom, even though he could probably turn the school into a parking lot in five minutes (and I think about it on a regular basis, believe me). C also can't throw a football to save his life, when in reality, he can throw it into the stratosphere. C is the epitome of Nerd, but I have to pretend to be C because a pair of glasses only gets you so far as a disguise.
I cannot express in words how much I hate pretending to be C. I like the name, because of who gave it to me, but I hate the act.
At home, I go by C, still, but it's a different C. At home, C = Kon-el = Superboy, because the people who raise me (kind of. I sort of came to them already
barelyraised and they're not my parents, but they take care of me) know who and what I really am, and I think they maybe like me, so I can be myself and benchpress cows for exercise when I'm bored. They also sometimes need me to help lifting the tractor to fix it. Being C at home is different because I don't have to pretend C is a nerdy alter ego. Although I still have to be good and not cuss or be crude because it upsets them, but I don't mind doing that because the people who raise me are really nice.Around my friends and my team, the Titans, I get to be someone else entirely. I get to be Superboy. Kon-El. Pure and simple. Sometimes, they call me C, but they know it's all one person. The Titans don't mind if stick straws in my nose and do a walrus impression when we hit Pizza Shack, and I can be as stupid around them as I want without them thinking less of me.
Then there's Cassie, my girlfriend, and Robin, my best friend (and Bart, sometimes, but he's a speedster and he gets a little Speed Force ADD sometimes). I can pretty much be myself around the both of them and tell them both everything going on in my head. Sometimes when I'm pissed off or upset, I don't even tell the Titans, but I'll tell one or both of them (depending on what it is) and I know it's okay. They keep my secrets.
For me, it's not masks, mostly. C is a mask at school, but he has to be. Mostly it's degrees. Ma says that I let people in by inches, and I'm not that different than Kal, my mentor and "cousin," and who I was cloned from, by being that way. Rather than getting different faces, certain people just get more inches, and some, like Rob and Cassie--they get almost every inch I've got, because they've earned it.