a blog for people that DO NOT know me in real life so if you do just go close the page and go.
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.
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?” I asked.
“If I did?”
“I don’t like it.”
He grinned. “It stays, Angel.