"Jayne? But Jayne is a girl's name! Jayne must be a girl!"
His mommy always told him that hitting was wrong. But right now, he wanted to hit more than anything. Surely his mommy would understand? This boy was makin' fun of his name. That wasn't nice…
"Girl's name! Girl's name!"
Little hands curled into little fists. His mommy told him not to let the big kids pick on him. An' he wasn't about to disobey his mommy. Yeah, he liked that reasoning.
Without a second thought, his tiny fist connected solidly with the side of eight year old Tommy Cotter's face. The playground went silent as Tommy Cotter fell. Then, Tommy Cotter let out a cry of pain and began to sob, loudly.
Five year old Jayne Cobb smiled, feeling much better now. His fist still clenched triumphantly, he looked up at the other kids.
"Anyone else wanna call me a girl?"
Hehe. Yeah, I know that Jayne's thinking is a little sophisticated for a five year old. Or... Jayne, but I think it fits. Poor Tommy Cotter... Nobody messes with Jayne. No body.