"Hey, Mace, did you hear? Tex is gonna get expelled!" Steven Fincher called across the room as I sat reviewing my notes.

"What are you talking about, Fincher?"

"Him and Johnny Collins blew up a typewriter!"

"What?"

"I heard that too," said Cheryl, sitting down next to me. "But I heard it was several typewriters. Janie said she saw the cops outside the Junior High."

I checked my watch. I had five minutes before class to find out what was going on. Maybe Robert, Johnny's older brother and my best friend, had heard something. On my way to his math class, three more people mentioned something about Tex being in serious trouble. News sure traveled fast, especially if it was bad.

Robert saw me in the hallway and raised his hand. His serious expression meant he had heard something. He walked towards me.

"They put caps on the typewriter keys. When the typing class's exam started, 'bang.' Apparently, Mrs. Johnson is considering expelling them. People are taking bets."

"Goddamn it, Tex," I said. "Thanks, Robert."

"What are you going to do, Mace?"

"I'll go talk to Mrs. Johnson. Then I'm going to kill Texas," I called over my shoulder as I walked straight to the front doors of school. Once outside, I trotted over to the Junior High. At least there were no cops out front.