Annick, Age 12, Vernon, BC

My hair glitters in the stage lights. I can see the face of my stylist looking up at me, motioning his finger around in a circle.

"Spin." I can see him mouth to me.

I do so, lifting my arms up and spinning. Everything around me is hot, like a fire. I'm frightened, but I don't stop. I keep spinning. I spin and spin, and suddenly, the crowd bursts into applause and cheering.

I look at myself in the giant television above. I am transformed. I have become the very thing that is on the broach attached to my shirt in my quarters. He has transformed me into the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. My dress is white, as it had started out, but thinner, and with black speckled dots. My sleeves are long and flowing. My wings. The host motions for my stylist to rise up. He does so and bows as the crowd keeps cheering. I'm so proud. I am no longer a girl that plays with fire. I am the Mockingjay.

Story inspired by Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

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