Whenever I Write A Story,

They Hadn’t Counted On The Highly Controlled Jabberjay Having The Brains To Adapt To The Wild, To Pass On Its Genetic Code, To Thrive In A New Form. They Hadn’t Anticipated Its Will To Live.

The Bird, The Pin, The Song, The Berries, The Watch, The Cracker, The Dress That Burst Into Flames. I Am The Mockingjay. The One That Survived Despite The Capitol's Plans. The Symbol Of The Rebellion.

Sometimes Things Happen To People And They're Not Equipped To Deal With Them.

What About You?" "not A Clue. I Keep Wishing I Could Bake A Cake Or Something.

I Have Zero Interest In These Capitol People. They Are Only Distractions From The Food.