Sandra immediately threw herself onto the floor. It was an automatic reaction, as if she had rehearsed the move a thousand times before. But she hadn't. Indeed, the first hint she had that something wasn't quite right was when Tim K. stood in the door of her classroom. She hadn't thought much of the bangs she had heard earlier. "I thought somebody had popped something," she said -- paper bags or something like that.
How, after all, was a 14-year-old to know what shots from a Beretta sound like?




























