Revenge at Last

Being overweight was painful, leaving me the butt of all jokes in the school yard. It was 1963 and I was socially timid and shy. Behind my broad smile was an ache in my heart, that I thought would never go away when I was teased and taunted by a boy in my class. Somehow I learned to put on a false front and try and ignore the cruel name he'd call me, especially at P. E. when I was forced by school regulation to wear black romper pants. The hideous pantaloons showcased my treestump legs which made me the centre of attention. I hated physical education but I hated the name Bouncy more. mes went out on a friday evening to the pictures in the Town Hall which doubled as a movie theatre. It was like any other friday and Bronwyn and I were off to see 'Conspiracy of Hearts', a heartwarming story about a mixed race family in America. Before we got to the pictures Bronwyn had to run an errand for her mum. She wanted Brooklax from the chemist for consipation. After stuffing the brown paper package into her coat pocket we stopped at the lolly shop and bought some jaffas and a sherbert dab to enjoy while watching the movie. We were just in time to purchase our tickets before the ticket lady closed up to double as the usherette. We hurried up the stairs to the next level where it was cool to sit with all the young people. The shorts had just started and Popeye was puffing on his pipe and flexing his muscles. We shuffled along a row of seats in the dark and eventually sat down before opening our bags of lollies.

Bronwynsucked on her sherbert dab and I relished the taste of a couple of jaffas, when a deep voice from behind us penetrated our bliss.
" Pass some over here Bouncy," sneered the horrible Morrie McCullum. He was my worst nightmare and the perpetrator of all the hateful comments I suffered at school. At first I ignored him but after constant kicking the back of my seat and demanding my lollies for almost an hour I whispered to Bronny. She giggled and broke off a piece of Brooklax and handed it to me. I reached around and said,"here greedy guts."

He devoured it in seconds and demanded more. Again he scoffed it down and kept on at me, starting to use verbal insults again. After three more pieces he started to groan. Then with out further adieu he hurried from the building rubbing his stomach. It was payback time and I felt justified he got a taste of his own medicine, or I should say Bronwyns mum's medicine.