In the face. It was a classic pre-teen disagreement-turned-scuffle. Joey wanted the shades (read: tissue paper drapes) closed because the morning sun was glaring over West Mountain and into his eyes in the front row of the 75班 classroom. Jonnie, the crafty misfit, for whatever reason wanted the drapes open. He sat up, walked over to the window, yanked the drapes, and sat back down. Joey, with a determined face, sat up, pulled the drapes in the other direction and sat back down. But before he made it back to his seat, Jonnie shot back up and yanked the drapes again. The each pulled for a few seconds until I glared at them, at which point Jonnie sat down. Joey pulled the drapes back in his direction, but was intercepted by Jonnie on his way back to his desk. Joey's body was blocking the way to the window, and the two bony 7th graders locked arms. Out of nowhere, Jonnie threw his punch, which landed right smack on Joey's nose. Joey stumbled back a few steps, and stood there in a shocked daze. "F***ing Jonnie, this is what I get for naming you after my brother?" I thought to myself before Joey pounced. I ran over to the tangled mess of bony limbs and ripped them apart. I grabbed Jonnie by the armpits, lifted him over the table and pushed him towards the door. He knew he was in for it.