If anyone here is teaching "The Lottery" or has a child for whom it is prescribed reading, I heartily suggest Le Guin's antidote to cultural poisoning.
@yetiinabox "I heartily suggest Le Guin's antidote to cultural poisoning."
That (half-)sentence stands all on its own. The world would be a better place if more people read her.

It’s the Day of Good Birds in the city of Um-Helat! The Day is a local custom, silly and random as so many local customs can be, and yet beautiful by the same token. It has little to do with birds---a fact about which locals cheerfully laugh, because that, too, is how local customs work. It is a day of fluttering and flight regardless, where pennants of brightly dyed silk plume forth from every window, and delicate drones of copperwire and featherglass---made for this day, and flown on no other!---waft and buzz on the wind.
@yetiinabox I might also suggest Brave New World and 1984- BNW has the layered irony that the child might need pointed out (not a hand holding, I consider most 12 year olds quite bright enough- but just point out that it's intentionally supposed to be a flawed and broken society).
1984 is disquieting, but also a good read, and there's a lot there to look into.
Both of these are pretty good at illustrating the dangers of accepting surface values, and contain some interesting thoughts.
I read both 1984 and BNW at around 12 yo off my own bat. I found 1984 merely depressing; fascist dictatorships are bad for your health. Gee. BNW was more challenging. It's supposed to be a dystopia, but almost everyone is happy and well adjusted to their society. The only way Huxley could make it look bad was by introducing an unsophisticated religious bigot as viewpoint character.
Also neither society could work as described, which makes them difficult to critique.

It’s the Day of Good Birds in the city of Um-Helat! The Day is a local custom, silly and random as so many local customs can be, and yet beautiful by the same token. It has little to do with birds---a fact about which locals cheerfully laugh, because that, too, is how local customs work. It is a day of fluttering and flight regardless, where pennants of brightly dyed silk plume forth from every window, and delicate drones of copperwire and featherglass---made for this day, and flown on no other!---waft and buzz on the wind.
@yetiinabox never heard of either, so picked up a copy of Omelas ( in a book of other LeGuin I don't know ) at the library today, thanks for the suggestion
Had to deal with Flies last year :(
Could be worse. Could've been The Handicapper General. Oof.