Memories of the Mockingjay

Memories of the Mockingjay

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Cinder Mellark didn't know what happened to her mother. She heard whispers as she walked by, talks of birds and whispers of revolution. Everyone seemed to know her name and stared at her wherever she went. Cinder didn't know what happened to her mother, all she knew was that she was gone, and her and her brother Rye were oblivious as to what happened to her. This is Cinder's reality: Her father cries most nights, and spends most days in the empty house next door to theirs. When the world is too much, she writes letters to her mother, in the hope that when she comes back, she can read them and catch up. They trudge to the main square each year, for the reaping. The poor mine coal and starve to death without the bat of an eyelid from the Capitol. There is rubble that surrounds the streets and she doesn't know why. Her father loves her and Rye but she can see he's hurting. He whispers things under his breath. Whispers words like 'Revolution.'
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To a pack, just me being alive is a crime. They call me Rouge, Traitor, and other hurtful names. But in my mind I'm none of those things. I'm a loner, sure, I'll admit that, but I didn't chose this life. Have you ever had your father and sister murdered by the kinds of wretched creatures I'm now called and had your mother leave you behind, running to another pack, ditching you as soon as she can? I didn't think so. But I'm always in danger. Not shifting yet does that when you live alone in the woods, surrounded by the monsters you are now one of. But I'm supposedly special. At least that's what my inner wolf, Taylor, tells me. She says everything will fall into place when I meet my mate. But that's never going to happen. The odds of that are not in my favor. My name is Katniss Everdeen. Some call me a Rouge. I call myself a lone wolf.

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