“Ready?” I hear the voice say in my headset. This is it. This is what I have been training for. My hands were shaking as I reached for the controls. There had been some debate about what would come next we all agreed that the Games needed some action.  We finally settled on poisonous dart frogs. The ones we chose were bright blue to warn off predators. Being new, I had not seen the frogs in person, only in pictures. It terrified me to know that they were only a wall away from me. I have had nightmares about being in the Hunger Games all week long. I knew that I would get more used to it as the years passed but for now I would just have to hide my terrified feelings deep inside of me, keep quiet and do the job I’m here to do.

The head gamemaker’s voice is loud and clear in my head set. “Ready the frogs,” he says “”In five… four… three… two…one…” I inhale and hit the button that releases the frogs with shaking hands. I know from practicing that they will enter from the West and East gate and exit in the trap door in the beach near the water line. The venom in these frogs is enough to kill ten men. We had hoped that the tributes would run away; towards each other to create more action.  As the tributes started to realize what terrors awaited them they began to run. The first two tributes who found the frogs were dead almost immediately. “Fire two cannons” said the head gamemaker. I saw the tributes on the screen running as fast as they could away from the frogs and I knew I shouldn’t but I felt a sliver of regret. I slipped into a foggy daze for the rest of the nightt. On auto-pilot I vaguely remember there being a celebration and four more cannons fired but the whole time I couldn’t help but feel guilty because if it were me in the Games I would hate the gamemakers with all my soul. What have I done?