Attack of the Tagger by Wendelin Van Draanen

CHAPTER 1
Shreddin’ Sidekick
    My name’s Nolan Byrd, but I have another name, too. A secret name.
    Shredderman!
    Everyone at school has been to
shredderman.com,
but no one knows that Shredderman is me. And maybe a lot of kids at school call me Nerd, but Shredderman they call cool.
    Okay, not everyone thinks Shredderman is cool. Alvin “Bubba” Bixby
hates
Shredderman.
    Bubba’s the reason I built the Shredderman Web site. He’s a big bully with killer breath and rocky knuckles. Bubba used to flip over lunch trays.
    Steal stuff!
    Pound money out of little kids!
    And since Bubba’s sly—and a really good liar—no one could ever prove anything.
    Enter Shredderman!
    I converted my backpack into a spy-pack.
    I hid my digital camera inside it!
    And I started catching Bubba in the act—on camera!
    Which is how Bubba’s Big Butt—and a lot of his other dirty deeds—got posted on the Web for the whole world to see.
    Serves him right for underestimating underdogs!
    And it sure got teachers—and even Dr. Voss, our principal—to watch Bubba’s every move. Cedar Valley Elementary is a much safer place since Shredderman came to town!
    There
is
one person who knows that I’m Shredderman.
    My sidekick.
    My sidekick isn’t younger than me.
    Or smaller than me.
    Or
weaker
than me.
    Actually, he’s got a lot more power than I do.
    He’s my…
shhhh
… teacher!
    Everyone calls Mr. Green a hippie because he has long hair and drives an old Volkswagen van with dolphins painted all over it.
    Mr. Green also plays the guitar. He loves his guitar! He plays it like crazy for music and then for all sorts of other reasons during the day.
    He “punctuates” his points.
    “Interludes” his lessons.
    “Segues” his subjects.
    “Crescendos” his comments.
    What he really does is make tons of noise! Man, you should see his fingers fly! When Mr. Green plays, even Bubba Bixby listens.
    People may make fun of Mr. Green and call him the Happy Hippie, but I think he’s the coolest teacher ever. He’s funny and smart and nice. Andwhile everyone else may think I’m nerdy or geeky or dweeby, Mr. Green thinks I shred.
    Which is what gave me the idea—and the courage—to become a secret cyber-superhero.
    Everything was going great, too! Shredderman had exposed Bubba for the bully he is and no one had a clue that
I
was Shredderman. Not even my mom or dad! Well, Mr. Green figured it out, but instead of turning me over to Dr. Voss, he begged to be my sidekick.
    “I’m going to be the best sidekick ever, Nolan!” he said.
    “But, Mr. Green…” It seemed too weird. Like I should be
his
sidekick.
    “And I’ve come up with a great name, too!”
    “A name?”
    “Yeah! The Bouncer!”
    “The Bouncer?” I asked him. “Why the Bouncer?”
    “Don’t mess with Shredderman, man, or the Bouncer’ll getcha!”
    “Oh,” I said, trying to picture it. “So what do you look like? A big ball?”
    “No, man!” he laughed. “I look like a bouncer! Like one of those big cats that stands at the door to keep troublemakers out? Big muscles. Thick neck. Like a pro wrestler with tattoos.”
    “The Bouncer has
tattoos
?”
    He shook his head. “Skip the tattoos. But you’ve got the idea, right?”
    “Right.”
    “You’d better draw me with short hair.” He snapped his fingers. “Hey, why don’t you make me bald all over.” He grinned. “No one’ll ever suspect it’s me!”
    I went with the strong urge to rub my chin. “But why does Shredderman need a bouncer? He’s Shredderman!”

    He leaned in close and whispered, “
You
need a bouncer, Nolan, and I’m your man.”
    I shrugged. “Whatever you say, Mr. Green.”
    “Hey! What if I come up with a theme song?”
    “A theme song? But that’ll give away that it’s you, won’t it?”
    “Nah… I’ll write something electric. Distort it…pitch-shift it… add special effects…I promise—it’ll be outtasight!” He eyed me. “You
can
load song clips on your computer,