"Get a face tattoo. Or gouge your eye out. We'll call you Patch, alright? No, don't do that one, you'll still look like a freak."
Unable to take anymore, Eli raced out of the dojo, sniffling hard to not cry like a sissy.
This had been it, the last thing he could think of to get everyone to stop making fun of him. But even Sensei Lawrence thought he was worth mocking. Nothing was ever going to make them stop.
Wiping his eyes, Eli heard Sensei's advice in his head: flip the script.
Give them something else to look at….
