Jordan Scoff-Reye [D10]

Jordan Scoff-Reye

I'm a mistake. I'm the baby that never should've happened, the kid that only threw a spanner in the plan- however I didn't ruin the plan I only slowed it down, I never ruined dad's plan. I am Jordan Scoff-Reye and I share a brother with tribute of the 65th games Mantel Scoff. But I'm not like Mantel, Mantel was a planned baby, I wasn't, Mantel was a wimp back in ten, I wasn't. We may be brothers (or half-brothers) but I'm not like him. I guess in some aspects my life is way better than his ever was. Is that even fair?

You see my father and my mother aren't actually together, they were only a brief fling that resulted in something horrible, that's all I am, the result of a faulty condom while Mantel was a result of love and companionship. However my parents knew they couldn't be together because of me, life just doesn't work that way. Babies ruin lives, that's what I found out. My mother had to take care of me and my father was just there sometimes, he wasn't exactly the world's best dad but he was still dad I guess. I don't hate my father no matter what he's done, I may be a mistake but if it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here, why should I hate my own family? I am a Scoff, he is a Scoff, we share the same name, the same blood, I'm the apple of his seed and no matter what we're still family.

My mom and dad don't live together, my father found a new woman who later turned out to be Mantel's mother. I can't exactly say I was ever close to that kid, he had a heap of things wrong with him but he was still family. But he killed my dad's girlfriend but we didn't hate him. Sometimes he would come and visit or I would come and visit him and his eyes would light up like it's Christmas. I always felt sorry for him, always bullied because of his bones, I think he secretly hated himself, maybe if we had lived together things would've turned out differently. There are so many what-ifs in both of our lives.

My life is full of what-ifs and regrets ever since he died. Or maybe they were always there but I just didn't recognize them. What if I had lived with him? What if I had stood up for him? What if we were closer? Ever since the 65th Hunger Games ended my life seems to have been stranger, people look at me with sympathy but I hate sympathy, don't they understand I don't want their pity?! Why can't they just let me grieve in peace? Why can't they just let me get on with my life without being constantly reminded everyday that he's dead?! My brother, my own flesh and blood is dead.

I have to work, I have to work as a Milker on the farm, I milk the cows, everyday milk, milk, milk. That's all I do and that's all I know. But recently we've had to move and now I simply work on a different ranch. After Mantel died my father went into one big, deep depression, he won't eat, he won't work. When I'm at home I have to force feed him like a baby, is this all my life is going to be? Work, work, work? Is all my life going to be looking after things and cleaning up messes made by other people? Sometimes I just wish I could escape, sometimes I wish I could see Mantel again, we weren't always together but whenever we visited it was some of the best moments in our lives and that's the truth, and then the games ripped those future moments away from me just as the games ripped his life away from him. Is that fair? Is this all just one way to screw over my life?

Ever since Mantel died I've gotten less patience, I've gotten more snappy and simply been more pissed off in general. When I visited Mantel I would attack any of the bullies who dared tried to do anything to him and I usually won because I was older and bigger than them. I protected him, I tried my best to clean up the mess his disease left on his life, and now here I am, cleaning up the mess his death has left on my father. I am a Reye but I am a Scoff as well and I take care of my family, at the end of the day family is all they have left.

People say I am a lot like Mantel in terms of appearance and I guess there is some truth to that. While his hair was darker than mine, which he got from dad, my hair is lighter, more on the brown side than black. We both have those light brown eyes from dad as well, we both look pretty similar to dad. Even our hair was a bit similar, short, but mine was slightly longer and mine is swept to the left while his was just short. His hair was really greasy which was quite weird, dirty and greasy but he was just so poor, my mother at least managed to give me and her a decent way of living. My jawline is stronger than his ever was.

When it gets to the body that's when the resemblance starts to stop. He's super skinny, and I mean really skinny, me on the other hand I'm not as skinny, still quite skinny but not nearly as skinny as he ever was. I'm also much taller than he is, although he had a condition so I guess most people are taller, if he had lived to see his seventeenth birthday he still would've looked the same. I'm 5'6, my family is quite tall, my cousins (I've had to move away from them) who are older are all taller than me, some of them are giants. Mantel really got the wrong end of the stick but do I blame him? No.

Mantel was a killer but he was also weak, do I hate him? No I do not, he gave in to their game and tried to come home but in the end he failed. Anyone who dares to disrespect his memory will find themselves on the wrong end of my temper. He was too young and too weak to be in the Hunger Games and now look where I am. Cleaning up the mess his death left because that's all us Scoffs and Reye's can do. And right now I feel like that's all I'm good for.