The Arrest.

For Debbie the day had started out like any other day, she had a nice breakfast before going to school. They were halfway through the third lesson when the door to the classroom opened and the principal and 6 police officers stepped into the room. The teacher looked confused at the principal and the police officers. The principal apologized for the interruption and told the class that they had been informed that **** were being sold on the schools property, so they would be doing a search of all the students lockers. Everybody looked at the principal in disbelief, it was clear that nobody believed that **** were being sold at their school. One by one the students were called and then they had to go and open their locker for inspection.

Suddently Debbie heard her name being called and she got up. She walked confident to her locker and opened it. One of the policeofficers started going through her things. She almost passed out when the officer pulled out a beg of what looked like some kind of ****. All the colour drained from Debbies face "That is not mine." she said.

This had to be a bad dream, Debbie thought to herself, she had never touched any kind of **** and she sure as hell wasn't dealing ****.

The officer told Debbie to turn around and put a pair of cuffs around her wrists before escorting her from the school.

"That is not mine." Debbie kept repeating in panic.

The officer didn't say anything, he just escorted her to the waiting police car.

The next couple of hours was a blur to Debbie, she could not believe what had just happened. She was sitting in the corner of the holding cell crying, when a fat officer stepped into the cell.

"Debbie Richardson" he shouted.

At first Debbie was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't hear him.

"Debbie Richardson" he shouted again.

"That is me." Debbie said raising her hand, thinking that they might have found out that it was all a mistake and that she would be released.

"Follow me." The officer said and grapped her arm.

"Am I going home?" Debbie asked.

The officer laughed "No, the judged have reached a verdict."

Debbie looked at the officer "What do you mean? I havn't seen a lawyer and I haven't been to court."

"The case is a minor offence, so you will not be going to court."

For the first time Debbie felt relieved, maybe her life wasn't over after all.

Debbie was led to a small room and as the door opened she saw an old man sitting behind a large table with lots of casefiles stacked neatly on top of the table.

A nametag on the table said Judge Stevenson.

As Debbie entered the room the judge looked up "Debbie Richardson....sit"

Debbie sat down in the chair opposide the judge.

"You, young lady have been accused of possesion with the intent to sell." The judge looked at her file "Luckily for you the amount of **** were not enough file for a grand case, otherwise you would have been looking at a day in court and a sentence of 5-10 years in prison." The judge looked at her file again.

"With the amount of **** found in your locker the sentence would be one day in the pillory in the fenced part of the punishment square."

Although Debbie was innocent, she exhailed in relief as she heard her sentencing, she could survive one day in the pillory, she was sure.

Then the judge looked at her "However, since the crime was comitted on school ground I have to sentence you to one day in the pillory at the "No limit" part of punishment square. Your punishment will be carried out at dawn tomorrow and will end one hour after sun down."

Debbie could not believe what she was hearing "You can't do this I'm innocent." Debbie pleaded, but the judge just looked at her and told the guard to bring her back to the cell.

The guard had heard it all and as he was leading Debbie back to her cell he looked at her with a creepy smile "I'm sure a fine young piece of meat like you will be quite popular..... Hell I might even come by myself and visit you."

Debbie tried to ignore him as the tears were flowing down her face.

Debbie hardly slept that night, the thoughts of what might happen to her the following day kept her tossing and turning. How did she end up in this situation and why were those **** in her locker?