Looking up from your book, you glance around the room. Your eyes stop on the new kid.
Your normally very good at figuring people out, but he stumped you. After a moment too long, he could probably feel your eyes on him, because he looked up. Making perfect eye contact with you he raises his eyebrows.
Dropping your gaze immediately you can feel your cheeks burning hot.
Averting your eyes, you try to go back to reading, but this time you can feel someone watching you.
Looking back up you notice the kid still peering at you.
A smile grew on his face and he gave you a nod.
You couldn’t help but smile back and wave awkwardly.
He returned the wave.
Getting up from his seat, your heart skips as he makes his way over to the pencil sharpener which happened to be located right next to your desk.
As he sharpened his pencil he turned his head over his shoulder to look at you.
Turning, he smiled, “hey, I’m Niall.”
When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. 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 and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s 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 on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.