Jamie Ortega
"Only that I'm so sorry that you won't be at my wedding... but I'm glad that you at least get to see my dress. Isn't it just...the most beautiful thing?"...I begin to twirl slowly, raiding the sleeves of my heavy gown above my head.

When I hear the screams from the crowd, I think it's because I must look stunning. Then I notice something rising up around me. Smoke. From fire....it devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I'm afraid to stop because my flesh isn't burning. So I keep spinning and Spinning. For a split second I'm gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I'm naked...

But I'm not naked. I'm in a dress the exact design of my wedding dress, only it' 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 in the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say wings.

Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.


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Jamie Ortega