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that things are getting serious. The corridor’s full of smoke and flames are leaping up to the ceiling. You pour the water over it again and this time it seems to help a bit. Back to the cupboard again, and there’s the cleaner, on his feet now.
    â€˜What do you think you’re doing with that bucket?’ he asks.
    â€˜Putting out a fire,’ you answer.
    â€˜You put it down,’ he says angrily. ‘It’s against rules for students to touch those buckets.’
    â€˜Well, you do it then,’ you say, getting angry.
    â€˜None of your cheek,’ he says. ‘Now where’d I put my Marmite sandwich?’
    â€˜Is this it?’ you ask, picking up what looks like a dirty bit of rag from the floor. You’ve trodden on it a few times as you ran backwards and forwards, so it’s lost a bit of its freshness. The cleaner goes purple in the face.
    â€˜Get out of here!’ he yells. ‘Get out!’
    â€˜But what about the fire?’ you ask.
    â€˜Never mind the fire! Just get out!’

orld peace!! World peace!!! Don’t give me any of that crud. What do you really want?’
    You think again. It’s a tough choice. You’d really like your favourite football team to win a premiership, for one thing. And you’d like to get better marks at school. Then there’s the Cosmic Criminal computer game, which is meant to be so difficult that no one in the world can solve it. Hmm. Choosing will definitely not be easy. But can this weird little guy really give you what you want?

ell I am a bit of a chocolate junkie,’ you admit.
    â€˜Chocolate!’ the kid says. ‘That’s really original. Chocolate! That’s what everyone says.’
    â€˜Yes but I’m not just a chocolate junkie. I live on it—well, when I can get it. My perfect day is Coco Pops for breakfast, a Kit Kat for morning tea, Nutella sandwiches and a Choc Wedge for lunch, a Mars Bar and a chocolate milk shake for afternoon tea . . .’
    â€˜Stop, stop!’ the kid yells. He is starting to look a little green. ‘I believe you, but you’re making me sick. You are an addict. You could be the most severe case I’ve ever seen.’
    â€˜Well thank you,’ you say.
    â€˜OK,’ he says. ‘As it happens I do have a few connections in the chocolate industry. Keep an eye on your locker. You might get a surprise in a day or two.’
    A day or two go by and you forget about what he says. You’re mainly grateful for the fact that the big guy, Cedric the bully, seems to be keeping out of your way. But on the third day, at lunchtime, you open your locker and stagger back in astonishment. It looks like a milk bar in there. There’s a stack of Caramellos, Bounties, Fantales, Snacks. There are Aero bars, Toscas, Chokitos and Cherry Ripes. There are Scorched Peanut Bars, Whispas, Nudges, Snickers and Flakes. There’s no room for any books. It’s solid chocolate, wall to wall.
    You reel back in shock and slam the door shut. It’s too much to cope with. You decide to leave it there and come back after school with a wheelbarrow.

ou take a deep breath.
    â€˜Well, yes,’ you say.
    The Principal freezes over, like chocolate Ice Magic does when you pour it on ice cream.
    â€˜This is my son,’ she says.
    â€˜Aaaghh,’ you say.
    â€˜Yes,’ she says. ‘My son. His hobbies are collecting wildflowers, cooking quiches, and helping at the old people’s home.’
    â€˜Gulp,’ you say.
    â€˜So do you still persist in this ridiculous story that dear Cedric is bullying you?’
    You open your mouth.
    â€˜Think before you speak,’ she warns. ‘Think very carefully. I can make life extremely difficult for students who get on my bad side. So be warned.’

ou decide to play it safe.
    â€˜Never seen him before in my life,’ you mutter.
    â€˜Are you sure?’ the Principal