It was the battle of the Alamo all over me back up a bit. This is about two kids in our school-Dallas Mitchell and Alonso Viejez. Dallas, you can tell by his name, was born in Texas. He'd moved ere last month. Alasno is from Mexico. Hed moved here late last there both from the same hot and sunny part of the continent, and since they're living up here in cold, crisp Veront, you might think theyd hang out together. But they pretty much ignored each other. Until last tusday at was at our tabel with me, Vin, Naveen, Dylan, and the rest of the guys. Dallas was right behind me at the next tabel, between Len and T.J. As Dallas was unwrapping his lunch, Len asked "What are those?""Jalapeno slices," Dallas said "But we pepper lovers call'em Texas pickles. Try one."I turned around and watched as Dallas slid the small contaner over to Len. Len took a pepper and chewed on it. For about six seconds nothing happend. Then Len's eyes opened wide. His mouth opened wider. His nostril's flared. I think his might have tried to leap from his throat. He screamed and ran for the water fountain down the hall by the boy's room."Bad move," Alonso said "water only makes it worse." Another scream down the hall proveg his point."Those must be pretty hot," I said. I like the sweet peppers they put on sandwitches, or the weird pale green ones I find in salads once and while, but I haven't had too much experience with Jalapenos or the really hot stuff."They aren't to hot if your used to them."I gess Dallas heard him. He grinned, held up a contaner, and said "Help yourself."