It's your worst fear. You open your envelope to discover that you have been determined to be a ****. The letter tells you congratulations and then informs you to arrive at your local ****-processing plant where you will be assigned a sub-class and begin training immediately. There's four main sub-classes of slavedom that you know of; Worker, Assistant, Partial, and Sex.

You realize this means you wont be going to college this fall after all. Hell, it looks like you wont even get to finish your last three months of high school, although there's still hope you could end up a Partial ****, and if that's the case there's a chance you could get to finish your schooling.

Caught up in your disappointment, you missed what your brother Aaron was classified in. So you look over at his letter he is still holding to find that he is...