And so I plotted my revenge. I staked out a perfect place on the playground behind the swings where no one could witness what I was about to do. I waited a few minutes before the last recess bell rang and called my tormentor over so he could “see” something. Suspecting nothing, he walked over and just as the bell rang and kids ran to their classrooms, I punched him in the face and said, “Don’t ever call me Monchichi again.” Red faced and in shock, he stood there as I turned around and walked back to class, calmly so my teacher would not notice anything was amiss. The boy never teased me again.
