I blink comically large green eyes up at my school principal as he reprimands me for an alleged suicide note,

"dude, i say in the paper "my name is britney. and my name is NOT britney it's tabbitha, therefore im not suicidal.....she is."

he glared at me coldly not enjoying my attitude one bit; " but britney is obviously your alter ego......."

he is forced to trail off as i burst out laughing coming toward me intent on striking me i believe, i hold up my arms to ward him off "im sorry, but i just had a clark kent/bruce wayne moment."

if at all possible his glare intensifies and seems to blaze with the very flames of hell
"miss tabbitha, you are twelve years old and shouldnt even know who they are!"

I should have just said yep your right but no thats not who I am....
"yeah, you would though 'cause you were born right around the time they started the super man comic."

and damn if thirty year olds dont enjoy old folks jokes, but ISS for a month seems harsh considering he cant tell creative writing from a call for help.