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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: Those who ignore the rules of the road with impunity need a reeducation and for one repeat offender, he's not going to like the schooling methods.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Eulogies Anthology, 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2008

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Words: 2474
Reading time: 7-9 min.
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You mill around in the parking lot with a bunch of other people waiting for traffic school to begin. This is your fifth class in as many years. This one court ordered. You check your watch again. The class should have started two minutes ago. You just want this over and done with.

Finally, the doors open and a nightclub bouncer type calls everyone in. You file in with your fellow classmates. Neat rows of student desks and chairs fill the classroom and each desk is numbered. The instructor stands in front of a white board. He's a gaunt, stretched-looking man, completely unlike the muscle-bound apes he has helping him. To the instructor's right, there's an eight-foot high, vertically mounted roulette wheel, except it's numbered from one to a hundred opposed to zero to thirty-six. This is the queerest traffic school you've attended. You can't ignore the gooseflesh spreading over your body.

"Everyone please find a seat," the instructor says. "You'll find there's one for each of you. Today's class is full, so don't bother trying to find a secluded spot. Please complete the form in front of you, then handcuff yourself to your desk--and no cheating please."

Handcuffs? Everyone exchanges glances with each other, not sure they've heard correctly.

"My associates will be passing amongst you to ensure you comply with this request," the instructor continues. "Thank you for your cooperation."

The teacher's apes, ten of them, single out individuals and shove them into chairs and cuff them to their desks to illustrate the point. You find a seat quick and snatch up the handcuff that is fastened to the table's tubular frame before anyone gets the chance to manhandle you. The steel cuff is cold against your wrist and you don't seem to possess the body heat to take the chill off the metal.