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hereby sentence Emmalina Estafania Corazon Oakley to a total of sixty hours Community Service at the Police Boys’ Club in Newtown. Perhaps they can have a positive influence on your life. And if I hear another word, I will make it eighty! IS. THAT. CLEAR?”
    The sound of the gavel was loud and sharp. Any further protests died a quick death on people’s lips. Judge Debnham paused and peered over her glasses.
    â€œHave you seen to that tooth of yours yet, Ms Oakley?”
    Emma gulped. The air rushed from her lungs. “Kind of …” she managed to choke out.
    â€œMay I remind you, you are under oath, Ms Oakley. Either you have, or you haven’t.”
    â€œNot yet, Your Supreme Highness.”
    â€œThe court, therefore, also orders you to visit a dentist immediately. Well,” she barked, “what are you waiting for?”
    Emma stepped down from the witness stand and scrambled for her belongings before stumbling into the sun.
    The dentist.
    Emma’s worst nightmare.

CHAPTER 3
    A fall from grace
    Alana sighed as she waited in line. She was stuck at Boot Camp (their new name for the gym) for another P.E. lesson filled with pain and suffering. Any hope that Coach Kusmuk had mellowed over the summer holidays, faded as her yells bounced off the echoey walls. If anything, Coach Kusmuk had got worse. The rumour that she was transferring schools next year was all Alana’s class could talk about.
    â€œI heard she’s being sent as a special consultant to deal with Childhood Obesity,” Maddie huffed. ‘Childhood Obesity’ was one of Coach Kusmuk’s pet projects, as well as finding and seizing Inappropriate Items for her Confiscation Cupboard. Alana had seen first-hand the impressive collection of deviance accumulated over several generations.
    â€œYeah, that’s all an overweight kid needs – Coach Kusmuk yelling at them to go faster,” Khalilah moaned in sympathy. Khalilah Madzaini fought with her weight the way you might fight with a phantom – with lots of useless punches at the air – but the ‘baby fat’ remained stubbornly attached.
    â€œFaster!” Coach Kusmuk yelled across the room.
    Khalilah rolled her eyes. “See what I mean?”
    â€œJust ( pant ) one ( pant ) more ( pant ) year,” Alana promised, as she finished off her push-ups.
    Everybody was engaged in a different training activity. Some were running a 60-metre sprint. Some were hanging from monkey bars on twisted towels slung over thin bars of steel. Others were doing flexed arm hangs, bench dips, push-ups or balancing on a beam. “We’re all going to die,” Alana could hear Miller whimper as he looked at the set of tyres he had to ‘tiptoe’ through in under ten seconds. Students all over the gym dropped like flies.
    The final activity was a wall climb. For Khalilah it felt like Mount Kinabalu. After only halfway up, she was struggling to go any further. The monkey bar exercise had ripped her arms from their sockets, and now the cargo net was biting into her skin. She began to regret the extra donut for breakfast. She pulled upwards with sweaty palms, then slipped back with a cry. Even though it was not yet her turn, Alana vaulted up the wall to whisper words of encouragement and lend a helping hand. But Coach Kusmuk’s eyes in the back of her head did not appreciate the interference.
    â€œIf you think Khalilah can’t complete the task, Alana, please don’t let me stop you from helping her. In fact,” she added with a nasty gleam in her expression, “since you and your friends like experimenting, let’s conduct a little experiment of our own and see you carry Khalilah over the wall.” Alana’s face fell. One look at the coach’s face told her she was not joking.
    Alana squeezed under Khalilah until she had positioned her on her back. Khalilah did her best to help by alternately pulling and pushing off