Before Panem was formed, before districts were made, things happened. Here's what happened.

"Emergency, Mr. President," Jamison Franklin, the current vice-president told the current president of the United States of America; Walker West. Walker West spun in his chair. His chair matched the rest of his office. The white house office was the same as it has been since 300 years and it was now 2592. No change at all. A tall wall surrounded the building and a huge yard was in the front, as always.

"Like what?" Walker asked. "There's another riot outside the gates." Jamison answered. Walker sighed. This was the fourth one this month. The people were not happy with the new law; it had everyone's life controlled. The government told them where to live, and what to do. People did not like that.

"Please come, the media will be coming soon." Walker just brushed Jamison off. "If they are not happy, so be it." Jamison bit his lip, this was urgent. How could he just brush him off?

Meanwhile, Walker's 14-year old daughter, Emilie, and her friend Klaus were rushing through that certain riot.

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"Emilie, wait!" Klaus yelled to his friend Emilie. He rushed through the raving crowds trying to get up to the front with Emilie. But Emilie just rushed faster, her light brown hair brushing through the wind and Klaus's light brown hair also blowing as she went, ignoring Klaus.

Klaus finally- after kicking and pushing- caught up to Emilie and grabbed her arms. She had finally stopped.

"Wait up! Jeez!" Emilie only stared into the distance. She seemed petrified. "Klaus, we need to run." Emilie said seldom.

"No we've ran enough. You need to slow-"KLAUS run!" Emilie shouted at him. Klaus was now startled. Emilie was acting strange.

Emilie quickly whisked past him. While she tied up her hair into a ponytail and rushed to the end corner of the huge wall surrounding the white house. "We'll climb," she whispered to him. Emilie grabbed up and grabbed the ledge and hoisted herself up and climbed over.

"Okay, we might get in trouble but whatever." Klaus followed behind Emilie and once he caught up to her she was already running across the lawn. He ran as fast as he could to get up to her.

Once he caught up to her they were already inside the house. "What was your problem back there Emilie?" Emilie first said nothing. "That guy had a gun." Klaus jumped, "Why didn't you consult him?" I could have been shot, duh!" Emilie said sarcastically.

Then eerie realization hit her.

"Oh my g- Klaus we can't let my dad out there." Emilie said in a shaky voice.

"Why?"

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"Walker, please go out there." Jamison begged again. "But what difference will it make?" Jamison sighed. "They want to see you." Walker threw his hands down on the desk.

"Fine."

They both walked down the stairs and finally got to the door.

"Ready?" Jamison asked. Walker nodded.

"Hello, protesters. I know you have been angry, not happy. I've been thinking about the law." The crowd got slightly silent.

"It will not change. That, I am certain." Angry mutters and yells appeared in the crowd. "I am sorry." Walker turned his back on them.

Then a gun shot rang through the air, followed by another.

Jamison and Walker were on the grass.

Not breathing. But Jamison had a cryptic smile on his face.

"What was that?" Klaus exclaimed. Emilie felt her legs turn to Jell-O and her breathing became heavy. She raced through the halls. Trying to find someone.

"Mom!" She yelled out. Her mother was standing at the window, her hands over her mouth and her eyes wide. Emilie feared the worst.

People tried to open the gate while security guards tried to hold them back. They were a riot, a huge one.

"Emilie, Klaus, find somewhere safe. Go!" Emilie's mother whispered to them. Emilie immediately dashed to her room and packed things. She put it all in a tiny backpack, and then faced Klaus who had been following her.

"Are we going somewhere?" It's better to be out of here." Emilie rushed towards the back door of the huge house. Klaus followed behind.

"So where will we go?" Klaus asked.

"Somewhere far far away." Emilie answered.

Hi, this is my attempt at a story :) if you have suggestions for storyline please share, and review too! It would be much appreciated and would be a motivation to write. If you find mistakes, share that too.

Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins.