I started writing this...a while ago. Haha. But I'm just now uploading it because I caught a stomach virus going around my campus and my friend wanting to read this is sicker than me. So it's going up so she has something to do. I really don't know how much I like this, but I can say... It's very interesting, what I do have done so far. So many unintended foreshadows everywhere.

Summary: With no other means to elect a President, the country of Panem created the Election Games. This year, even the children of mayors and former victors will not be spared. [Post Hunger Games]

Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games. It belongs to Suzanne Collins. Prim is my idea, as are her brothers and mother.

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"It'll be okay, Prim." He tried desperately to smooth down his daughter's hair. He was so scared for her, but knew he couldn't protect her anymore. He couldn't have done anything to prevent this.

"I wish I could have volunteered." Her elder brother muttered. "I should have volunteered." He was so angry at himself that he would let something like this happen to his baby sister.

"I refuse to let two children compete." Her mother snapped, shutting everyone up. "Oh, Prim." She wrapped her arms around her daughter's neck and pulled her away from her father. "Just try to survive." She was in tears. This was her only daughter and she knew she couldn't have another.

"I will, momma. Lyle, Axel, take care of mom and dad for me." Her elder brothers smiled. Everyone knew that Prim was just acting tough for them. Actually, she was. She was deathly afraid of the games and where she was about to be sent.

"I don't want some sixteen-year-old ordering me around." Lyle, the eldest brother, responded. But he smiled after a minute. "But I'll still listen to a brat like you." His words made the entire room feel a little less tense.

"If you can, Prim... I want you to win. I want you to return back to us." Prim turned to her father and smiled. He was always so worried about her. He hated when she went into the woods with Axel to take down trees behind his back. He hated her handling even a machete. But she understood his worry.

"From Mayor of District 7 to President of all of Panem... I could care less if you become President, papa. I will win just so I can come home." No sooner had the words left her mouth; a Peacekeeper was at the door.

"Mayor Hawthorne, your time is up." Hugs were given, no one really wanting to leave the young girl by herself. But Gale paused before leaving.

"This was district 12's token in the 74th Hunger Games and it brought her good luck to win." He held out the mockingjay pin. It was really his only reminder of Katniss, other than his memories. But he felt like it would be better served with his daughter. Prim took it, unable to ask the question she wanted to, as her father was tugged out of the room. She wanted to ask if he believed she would win.

"Primrose Hawthorne. It's time to go." The teen pinned the pin to the collar of her dress.

"Ready."