...Farm Help?" The principal blinked at what was printed on the papers, "Umm, you will all be helping out on a farm...umm it doesn't say how, huh...umm, you will be helping out on a farm for a month. The purpose is to teach kids the meaning of hard work and if successful the programme will be expanded to all teenagers next year." He flipped over the page. "Oh dear," he commented, showing them the page, "Your personal roles and instructions were on this page but it appears to be spoiled." The page had a large ink stain on it covering most of the text.
"Eww," replied Sarah, "There's no way I'm working on a dirty farm."
"I'm afraid you have no choice," replied the principal with a shrug, "On the bright side you will get paid." He read the next page "you'll each receive ten grand." He looked up and glanced at the other teachers sitting at the back of the stage "Wish we could get ten grand for a month's work, god knows we deserve it." The teachers chuckled at this, agreeing that they were over worked and underpaid.
Sarah rolled her eyes, but before she could say more, the doors next to the stage opened and two men in black suits entered.
"Please go with these men," instructed the principal, "They'll take you where you have to go."
