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Ben, Miami and their classmates stood up and saluted promptly as their teacher entered their classroom.

"Long live the Government!" they screamed. Mr Rilkins marched in and paused, surveying the class, before screaming back at them.

"Oi, you filthy maggots! Did you just get out of bed or somethin'?!"

The students resisted the temptation to call their teacher "Captain Obvious".

"Yes sir!" the poor boy slumped back into his chair, bruised and battered. Tears flowed freely down his face, though he successfully resisted crying out loud. Ben tried as hard as he could to appear unsympathetic. Any show of that could put him in as much agony as Rilkins' latest victim.

==Chapter 3==

''Two hours later...''

In another class, the teacher droned on and on about the Government. It was an ordeal even to remain awake during that lesson, let alone pay attention to what she was saying.

"...and the Government saved us all from destruction during the Great Drought ten years ago..." she said monotonously.

The history teacher stood facing the class with her large pointer, her round glasses far too large for her small, glassy eyes. Her impoverished form made her look like she would fold in on herself any second.

"...when the Rebellion was quelled towards the end of the Great Drought, the disgraced leaders were shamefully executed in front of the cheering populace, who were all screaming in joy as the Government's full power was restored..."

Ben looked over at Miami, who was already asleep. The teacher didn't seem to care, as she continued to spout her lecture. He shook his friend awake.

"Wha...wha?" the girl whispered. "Is class over?"

"No, Miami," Ben replied. "You need to stay awake!"

"Ugh," Miami groaned in disgust. "Bite me." She turned her head away from Ben and resumed sleeping.

----

"Right, you sorry bunch of wimps!" shouted the gym teacher, who looked more like a drill sergeant than an educator. "You can't be of service to the Government if you can't demonstrate the basic skills of physical activity!"

"Great," one boy said. "More--"

He didn't have time to finish his sentence. The teacher forced the boy to the ground. His victim's body slammed against the ground. Hard. The boy didn't move after that.

"Anyone else?" said the teacher, cracking his knuckles. The rest of the class stayed silent.

"Right! A hundred laps! All of you! Anyone who doesn't make it back by the time the bell rings will be as unconscious as him! Now, '''''MOVE'''''!"

----

The class were now, exhausted, back in the class of Mr Rilkins.

"''The Government and Me'', page four hundred and fifty-five! NOW!" came Rilkins' terrifying scream. Everyone scrambled to open their books to the correct page. The teacher looked around with his Stare of Utter Doom and Despair. Fortunately for the class, and unfortunately for him, everyone had made it in time. Rilkins grunted in disappointment.

"Read the article!" Rilkins said in a softer tone, much to the relief of his students.

"The Government has been in existence since the Dark Times. It is eternal because of its mighty power to crush any opponent standing in its way. Its power is thanks to its citizens' ability to provide their services to the Government," the children chanted. "As we are this country's citizens, it is imperative that we dedicate our lives to the glorious establishment we call the Government, the only government that's ever been, and the only government that shall be."

"Good!" Rilkins said in displeasure. "AGAIN!"

Rilkins' tormented students repeated the paragraph again and again. They did so until Rilkins found someone who was not following exactly in step as the others.

"STOP!" Rilkins screamed, his mouth once again curling into a cruel grin. He marched over to the unfortunate student's desk. Unlike men of today, Rilkins was not afraid of hitting women and little girls. He slapped her face heartily.

"You weren't with the others!" he screamed.

"No, sir," she confessed, afraid of getting hit harder if she attempted to defend herself.

''SLAP!''

"In future, if you repeat the same mistake, you will be severely punished! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

"Yes, sir!"

''SLAP!''

"The Government doesn't like mistakes being repeated twice!"

"No, sir!"

Rilkins raised his hand to slap the girl again. He then found himself unable to bring his hand down upon her reddened face. He looked back to see who was insolent enough to do such a thing.

It was Miami.

Ben looked on in horror as his best friend angrily stared at the raging teacher. Rilkins ceased his attack, turning to glare at the perpetrator, his eyes filled to the brim with hatred.

"How dare you!" Rilkins screamed.

"How dare ''you''!" Miami shouted. The headstrong girl launched immediately into a rant.

"How dare you scream at us when all we've done is to be human and make mistakes! How dare you treat us like inferior beings and make our lives miserable like it's your job! Your job is to teach us things that will make us productive citizens of this country! Our job is to ''learn'' things that will make us productive citizens of this country, NOT to take your petty insults! You, Mr Rilkins, and all of your shameful colleagues, are fortunate that the stupid Government turns a blind eye to this nonsense, or else you would be in prison at this very moment! You are committing child abuse, and you say how dare ''me''? You, Mr Rilkins, are a '''CRIMINAL''', and so are all the 'teachers' in this '''''DAMN SCHOOL''''', and all the other '''''DAMN INDOCTRINATING INSTITUTES IN THIS DAMN COUNTRY!'''''"

Rilkins was speechless for a few moments, then grinned evilly once again.

"You'll certainly pay for this," looking past Miami. "Take her away."

"Miss Miami Hodgson," said the soldier standing behind Miami, "you are under arrest for the crimes of insulting a superior individual and disrespectfully speaking against the Government." The security guard's companion grabbed hold of Miami's arm.

"Get your slimy Government hands off me!" Miami cried before being knocked unconscious by the first soldier. Miami was handcuffed before being slung onto the second soldier's shoulders.

"Not to worry, sir," said the first soldier. "We will eliminate this criminal's influences and shall reeducate her before sending her back to school. The process may take, at most, a few weeks."

"Most delightful," said Mr Rilkins in a far more diplomatic tone than usual. "Thank you, officers."

"Pleasure," said the second soldier. The pair exited, with Miami's unconscious body.