exactly that morning, at 7:30, all hell broke loose at Nixon High. between the itching, constant explosion of paint and gas pellets, and the laughter of the students, you could hear the principal’s voice swearing vengance on this anonymous prankster. Of course, no one, except a coffee deprived secretary and a suspicious english teacher had a clue of who had done such an audacious thing. and frankly, in between all the laughter and vengance swearing, they were too busy scratching all over to deduct anything.