"Chenara? Chenara Arbor?” Chenara lowered her phone and glanced up at the woman who was calling her name. She was slightly pudgy, with the round face that was always associated with friendliness and mothering. It wasn’t really surprising that she had been put in charge of getting the new volunteers set up and on their tasks. Chenara stood as she tucked her phone back into her pocket, before walking over to the table. No one would call her steps enthusiastic, and there was a sort of resigned weariness plastered across her face. “Good to meet you, dear,” Annalise, or so her nametag proclaimed, said. She didn't seem the least bit offput by Chenara’s obvious moodiness, or the fact that Chenara didn’t say a single word to her the whole time they were talking. “I’m the organizer on Saturdays, so we’ll probably be seeing rather a lot of each other.” Saturdays. Why did it have to be a Saturday? Chenara didn’t particularly want to do community service any day of the week, but Saturday had always been her gaming day, the day when her parents wouldn’t interrupt her for Church or some work or family activity. She wished she was just waking up now, slowly crossing her room to the large, widescreened monitor on the other side of her room, listening to it whir as she drowsily pulled breakfast out of her minifridge, before logging in. She’d had to tell Jacob that she wouldn’t be able to start today, too. The man already didn’t know anything about her, didn’t think a kid could offer anything, and she had to go and prove him right. But her parents wouldn’t hear of her backing out. This was too important, after all. Yeah, right. Important to who? “You and one other girl have been assigned to helping a man in the neighborhood repaint the side of his house after it was vandalized by some neighborhood boys,” Annalise continued, apparently (but probably not really) oblivious to Chenara’s lack of interest. Instead, she smiled. “The sooner you get the job done the sooner you can leave. It’s only one task a day. But you’d better do a good job. If not, you’ll have to redo it next week, and then work some other job. All clear?” She waited for Chenara to speak, and grinned wider when she didn’t get any response. “Excellent! Your partner is over there, by the sign with the information on your task. The client will be here to pick you guys up in a couple minutes. Don’t worry, it’s plenty safe. The police take any attacks against our organization very seriously, and we vet every job before giving it out.” Chenara rolled her eyes, and walked across the courtyard and away from the smiling Annalise towards the other girl who was standing by the sign.