The day after the game makers had sounded their first attack with a tsunami, I was sitting there watching the games again. Again I heard the broadcasters announced the horrific words that there will be another “surprise” from the game makers. When I heard this fear engulfed my body as to what would happen this time. Since the boy from district 10 that I was rooting for was plowed over and innocently killed by the game maker’s tsunami, I decided to root for the remaining tribute from my district. She was short and had wavy hair that was the color of the fresh plowed dirt on our family’s farm. As her make a spear out of a sharpened stick I heard the announcer with fear in his voice yell “here comes the surprise.”

I suddenly jumped out of my seat to see what the crazy game makers had unleashed today. At first the giant swarm seemed to look like a rainbow with vivid colors, but then I realized they were poisonous dart frogs. I had heard stories of how they could kill ten men in a matter of seconds with their venom. Once again like yesterday I saw the kill four innocent young children without a sound. By the time the frogs had swarmed on the four they had no time to speak and the frogs were killing them silently. Then I had realized that the girl I was rooting for had been attacked and killed, I felt guilt and sorrow, almost as if I had killed her. It seemed as if every person I rooted for died, I swiftly gathered the remote and turned off the television in disgust.