...Clique change," grinned the principal. At their looks of confusion he elaborated "Each of you will be assigned a random clique. You will have to live as a member of that clique for the remainder of the year."
"Bullshit," sneered Trevor.
"Yeah," agreed Biff.
"Eww, you just want me to be some freaky geek," protested Sarah.
"Now, now," chided the principal, "your parents have already signed off on this. And look on the bright side, there's only a few months left of the school year, so it won't be long. And if that isn't enough, on completion each of you will be getting ten thousand dollars as thanks for your participation." The promise of money calmed them a bit.
"Incidentally," he added, turning to the audience, "Next week we will be having five new transfer students starting here who will be with us until the end of the school year at least. I hope you'll all make them welcome."
Before they could respond, the doors next to the stage opened and two men in black suits entered.
"Ah, good," smiled the principal "If you five would be so kind as to go with these two gentlemen, they'll take you where you need to go."
