Chapter 3
Meh, I don't care if we didn't reach 15 reviews, I just wanna update! This story is so addicting to write, I can't stop myself!
Brent's life was easy. If by easy, you mean terrible.
"Brent!" Nicole screeched. "Get in here now!"
"I'm coming Mom!" Brent yelled, running towards his mother.
"You'd better clean us this goddamn mess before the Reaping or I will pay for you to be picked!" She screamed, pointing to broken glass scattered on the carpet.
His mother Nicole was the winner of the 12 Hunger Games. His father, Crow, was forced into marriage because of Nicole's wealth. Eventually, he went back to his first wife Leah back in District 2. Leah soon died in childbirth, giving her children to her sister and her husband. Brent knew their names; Holly, Jayson, and Leonardo Featherbern.
Brent sighed, and started cleaning up the glass. His mother grabbed a bottle of something alcoholic and started gulping it down.
"Faster!" She screamed, chucking the vial at Brent. Brent cleverly dodged it, but that meant the contents spilling on the floor. He grabbed a rag from his back pocket and started scrubbing.
"Get your clothes on!" Nicole hissed, throwing an old dress shirt at Brent. "I don't want to miss another opportunity for you to get Reaped!"
Brent mumbled some swearwords, and slipped the shirt on. He ruffled his own black hair, then ran out the door.
He was greeted by three guards when he opened the door.
"You're late to the Reaping!" One hissed, grabbing Brent and beating him with a bat.
"It was Nicole's fault!" He protested. "She made me clean her broken bottles off the floor!"
"It isn't anyone's fault but yours!" Another shouted. "Get him in the Reaping center now!"
Brent was dragged across grounds and into the center of the town, where the Reaping was held. The man gathering the blood samples grasped Brent's hand and jabbed a needle in, slamming it on the paper. He pushed him into the crowd just before the announcer walked out.
"'Ello, District 11!" She cheered. "'Appy 'Unger Games, and may the odds be eva' in ya' favor!"
The crowd remained silent. The guards had given up on trying to get them to cheer a long time ago.
"Well, don' ya' all cheer at once." The announcer rolled her eyes, brushing her dull green hair out of her eyes. "Well, let's begin. Lassies' first." She reached into the glass jar. "Sunny Strikeh."
The town's only ray of sunshine. Of course she had to be reaped.
Sunny cried out, "No!" and collapsed onto the hard ground. Four guards hauled her to her feet and threw her onstage, quite literally.
"Gent'leman next." The announcer smiled, reaching into the glass container.
She frowned, reading the name over and over again.
"Eh, Brent Clenchdon." She frowned, scowling.
Brent's heart stopped. Everything in his mind shut down except the voice of the announcer.
Brent Clenchdon.
"Get that troublemaker over there!" Nicole screeched. No one looked at her strangely; the town knew Nicole hated her son with all her heart (or at least what was left of it).
A guard grabbed Brent's arm and dragged him onto the stage.
"Congratulations, you two!" The announcer smiled widely. "Brent and Sunny, tributes from District 11!"