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"That's what they tell us," Miami replied, adopting a more serious tone. "But what if there ''was'' something before the Government, only they don't want anyone to know?"
Before Ben could answer, the bus finally came to a stop. Just outside was the imposing Public School 67
PS 67 was a bleak building, its exterior being composed completely of drab grey brick. The fact that it was against a drab grey sky with drab grey clouds in the absence of a shining sun didn't really help. The windows were soulless, curtain-less frames into which one could see the classrooms, again, drab and grey and lacking anything that could've made them more interesting.
''more to come...''▼
"C'mon," said Ben. "Let's go to class."
==Chapter 2==
"Oi, you filthy maggots! Did you just get out of bed or somethin'?!" screamed the teacher as he marched into the classroom.
"Good morning, Mr Rilkins," chanted the students, resisting the temptation to call their teacher "Captain Obvious".
"Right, then," Rilkins said, satisfied at the children's misery. "Get out ''The Government and Me'' and turn to page three hundred-and-sixteen! Anyone not on that page within ten seconds is gonna get into ''a '''LOT''''' of trouble!"
The students grabbed out their books from their schoolbags and placed them onto their desks. They then flipped the largest one open to precisely the right page. All of them mostly did it in under ten seconds.
One, however, did not.
"Alright, time's up!" shouted Rilkins. A wry smile slowly creeped onto his face as his sadistic eyes fell upon the poor child who completed his task in ''eleven'' seconds.
"Oi! Slowcoach! Stand up!" the teacher screamed, pointing at the boy. He stood up, bracing himself for the carnage to come. Rilkins stormed up to his prey.
''Slap!''
"Did I not say ''TEN'' seconds?" the teacher screamed angrily, his eyes seething with rage.
"You did, sir!" sobbed the boy.
''Slap!''
"And how long did you take, boy?" Rilkins roared.
"Eleven seconds, sir!"
''Slap!''
"Is that too long?" the teacher snapped.
"Much too long, sir!" the boy said, his voice begging for forgiveness.
''Slap!''
"And what happens to people that take too long?"
"They become useless to the Government, sir!"
''Slap!''
"And don't you forget it!" Rilkins screeched.
"Yes sir!"
''Slap!''
"If you do, your punishment will be a lot worse than this!"
"Yes sir!"
''Slap!''
"Now '''''si'down!'''''"
"Yes sir!" the poor boy slumped back into his chair, bruised and battered. Tears flowed freely down his face. 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.
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