Casey had never imagined that math class could be better than anything at all. But it was heaps better than Propaganda classes. In Propaganda, they had to sit and listen to a man say how good the Government was, and how they had made everybody more free by taking away the school secretary, and how nobody was being oppressed by having to do math anymore.
He didn’t understand what was so good about it. He still had to do his homework, except now he had to say how good the government was, even though his mum and dad thought it was evil. And now his mum made him do secret math classes that he wasn’t supposed to tell anybody about in case they got into trouble.
Josie had reported her parents for making her do secret math classes, and he hadn’t seen Josie or her parents since. The government man had said that her parents were now enemies of the state, and Josie had gone to a new home with better parents.
Casey had asked if he could write to Josie, and they had said no, he couldn’t. His mum and dad had said that it was because they couldn’t write the addresses on envelopes anymore. Even the government people weren’t allowed to anymore. Even the Minister for Finance had been arrested when he had tried to talk about the economy. All the new Minister for Finance would talk about was how good apples tasted. Casey didn’t like apples.
He fiddled with his ID card, and made the note in his pocket rustle. He froze, and then very carefully took his hand out of his pocket. Jason had given him a very secret note for his parents, and if the government man caught him with it, his parents and Jason’s parents would be taken away too. It had a rough map to the location of a hidden filing cabinet, which had the names and (non-approved) phone numbers of the resistance high command on it.
The government man would give him a big reward if he turned the map in. It would have lollies and even a copy of the special approved computer game in it. Only really good kids were allowed the special approved computer game. But he bet himself he wouldn’t be allowed to skip propaganda class. That was the thing he wanted most. It wasn’t worth it otherwise.
He made up his mind. Long live the revolution! Numbers ruled! Filing cabinets were the pathways to greatness! All they had to do make this country the best in the world was to ban plastic!
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Re: Prompt 5
Date: 2011-09-02 04:02 am (UTC)Casey had never imagined that math class could be better than anything at all. But it was heaps better than Propaganda classes. In Propaganda, they had to sit and listen to a man say how good the Government was, and how they had made everybody more free by taking away the school secretary, and how nobody was being oppressed by having to do math anymore.
He didn’t understand what was so good about it. He still had to do his homework, except now he had to say how good the government was, even though his mum and dad thought it was evil. And now his mum made him do secret math classes that he wasn’t supposed to tell anybody about in case they got into trouble.
Josie had reported her parents for making her do secret math classes, and he hadn’t seen Josie or her parents since. The government man had said that her parents were now enemies of the state, and Josie had gone to a new home with better parents.
Casey had asked if he could write to Josie, and they had said no, he couldn’t. His mum and dad had said that it was because they couldn’t write the addresses on envelopes anymore. Even the government people weren’t allowed to anymore. Even the Minister for Finance had been arrested when he had tried to talk about the economy. All the new Minister for Finance would talk about was how good apples tasted. Casey didn’t like apples.
He fiddled with his ID card, and made the note in his pocket rustle. He froze, and then very carefully took his hand out of his pocket. Jason had given him a very secret note for his parents, and if the government man caught him with it, his parents and Jason’s parents would be taken away too. It had a rough map to the location of a hidden filing cabinet, which had the names and (non-approved) phone numbers of the resistance high command on it.
The government man would give him a big reward if he turned the map in. It would have lollies and even a copy of the special approved computer game in it. Only really good kids were allowed the special approved computer game. But he bet himself he wouldn’t be allowed to skip propaganda class. That was the thing he wanted most. It wasn’t worth it otherwise.
He made up his mind. Long live the revolution! Numbers ruled! Filing cabinets were the pathways to greatness! All they had to do make this country the best in the world was to ban plastic!