May the odds be never in your favor.
"I’m in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings.
Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.”
at the Reaping, my little brother’s name gets called for our district’s male tribute, he begins agonizingly screaming, bawling
I step in front of the crowd, approach my brother and put my hand on his shoulder and boldly say,
"Easy, breezy… I volunteer as tribeautiful *winks at Capitol camera* CoverGirl"