Chapter 22
"Economy has been with us since the very beginning. Its job is to control everyone's wealth under nation, and to be fair among people." My teacher explained, "Communists and Capitalism are two different things; Communists are when everyone has the same amount of wealth, and capitalism are when people have rights to keep their amount of wealth." (A/N: sorry, my explanation of these stuff is really bad.)
He pressed the next button, and the slide changed. I quickly jotted down the last bit of notes before I proceeded to the next paragraph.
"We in Australia lives under Capitalism. We get to keep our earned money, but with the consequences, we sometimes have to pay the price. That's when the tax comes in." He changed the slide again, "There are many types of tax, and you may find those if you have a job; tax file number. Who has a job in this room?"
A couple of hands shot up, and I looked around. I remembered two people working at Red Roosters, and the other at KFC. The rest, I had no clue.
A lot of career consultant adults had told me many times that we should start getting the job at the age of fifteen or sixteen, but my parents were still agitated by it. They told me one thing from that stubborn mind of theirs; studies first. True, but I need work experience - soon.
"Can I copy your notes please?" Emma whispered, who sat next to me. I nodded and scooted my book towards her, so she could see better. She quickly wrote the notes down on her book before she gave me a smile in gratitude.
"So Ivory, what do you say about the inflation system?" The teacher asked. I snapped my head up and face became red as a tomato. I never liked being chosen to say the answer, due to me being always unprepared.
"Um, uh - it's complicated, but it works well with the nation, I guess?" I answered, unsure if my reply was what the teacher were looking for. The class burst out laughing, and I tried keeping my poker face on.
"Opinionated answer, great call." He said and chuckled along. I breathed a sigh of relief, and uncurled the stiff ball inside me.
I heard the school bell rang, and all of the students packed up their things. I shoved my books and pencil case inside my bag and head out, thanking my classmate who held the door for everyone.
I sighed and wiped the sweat off from my forehead with the back of my hand. Today was no better than the last; the day still reached forty degrees Celsius. Even worse, my usual hangout spot was on the other side of the school. Wonderful.
I walked towards the water tap area, but then stopped halfway when I saw a group of sweaty boys from soccer hogging it. I guess today wasn't my lucky day.
I finally reached the shady area and breathed a sigh of relief. I plonked myself on the cool concrete and enjoyed the smell of the senior cooking class' aroma. It smelled of fresh, baked bread.
"Damn it, I forgot my food!" I cursed and took out my water bottle.
"Hey, you okay? You look like you've been through shits." Ace said and took a spot next to me.
"I'm doing great, feeling perished and sweaty. Wonderful." I muttered and chugged the liquid down. He looked at me with concern before he took out a wrapped-up sandwich.
"Want half?" He offered.
I shook my head, "No, you go eat your food. It's my fault anyway."
He unwrapped the sandwich and carefully ripped it in half, ignoring my answer, "Have it."
"It's okay Ace, sandwich likes you better." I joked.
"Have it." He shoved it on my hand, but I pushed it back.
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The Assistant Who Fell | Asa Butterfield
Fanfiction[HIATUS] When Asa Butterfield decided he'd go to a small city in Australia, he'd do it. Raised concern from close family, he insisted that he needed a break from the famous world and to pause his current life inside a nutshell. Since it was a W...
