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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵

As time went on, it appeared your brother's luck was beginning to run thin; there were still three tickets out there just waiting to be found, and the anticipation was slowly killing you both. You knew how much this meant to Charlie, and to your grandpa Joe as well; you wanted nothing more than for your little brother to find a ticket, and to see the look on your grandfather's face when he did so.

'Charlie's a good kid, he deserves to have that chance,' you thought to yourself.

You wouldn't lie, part of you felt like even coming close to finding a ticket would be remotely impossible. There were only three left on the entire face of the globe, so what were the chances of finding them too close to home? You had no idea...

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The days passed on and eventually, they announced on live television that the third and fourth tickets had been found. Today you managed to finish up your shift just in time to catch the interview of the third child to find a golden ticket on TV, you and your brother sat on the bed your grandparents shared yet again as you watched the TV display the origin of the third child, in Atlanta, Georgia.

A little girl by the name of Violet Beauregard, appeared on screen holding up her golden ticket with a woman you could obviously tell was her mother, what with practically the same outfit and hair as her daughter; the resemblance was almost painful. The walls and shelves around them were completely adorned with dozens of trophies and medals, all of which Mrs. Beauregard stated her daughter had won.

"I'm a gum chewer, mostly, but when I heard about these ticket things, I laid off the gum; switched to candy bars," the little girl said firmly while smacking on a piece of chewing gum in her mouth.

"She's just a driven young woman, I don't know where she gets it," her mother said smiling at the camera, not even batting an eyelash.

'Yeah, sure you don't,' That lady wasn't fooling anyone.

Mrs. Beauregard and her mother proceeded to talk about the trophies and titles they've earned through the all sorts of sports and activities they've participated in, boasting the entire time, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. Show-offs.

"So it says that one kid's gonna get this 'special prize? Better than all the rest? I don't care who those other four are. That kid- it's gonna be me."

"Tell them why, Violet," her mother said.

"Because I'm a winner."

"What a beastly girl!"  You grandma Josephina said, eyeing the girl on screen.

"Despicable!" Your grandma Georgina added.

"You don't know what you're talking about," grandpa George told her.

"... dragonflies?"

Heh, close enough.

Not a second later, the spokesman announced that the forth ticket had been found by a boy from Denver, Colorado by the name of Mike Teavee. The TV screen displayed the young boy sitting in front of a bigger TV while his parents stood beside him, as he played a rather loud and aggressive video game, his gaze almost completely fixated on the screen. For a moment he didn't say anything as the cameras flashed and gunshots fired in his game, then he mumbled something about how he found the ticket.

"All you had to do, was check the manufacturing date, offset by weather, and the derivative of the serial number.

A retard could figure it out."