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Post by MsElliott on Feb 3, 2015 13:35:52 GMT
You are a boy from the plane crash, who happens to be near where Jack, Ralph, and Simon are talking to each other on the island, and you overhear everything that they say. Write a short, creative excerpt that details all the thoughts that are going through your mind. Really picture yourself there, don't just give us a summary of what's happening, think about who you are and how this is affecting you. Whose side are you on? How do you feel about your current situation? Consider intertwining your character's own experiences and observations on the island so far (made up of course).
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Post by isabelleewert on Feb 3, 2015 22:39:39 GMT
You are a boy from the plane crash, who happens to be near where Jack, Ralph, and Simon are talking to each other on the island, and you overhear everything that they say. Write a short, creative excerpt that details all the thoughts that are going through your mind. Really picture yourself there, don't just give us a summary of what's happening, think about who you are and how this is affecting you. Whose side are you on? How do you feel about your current situation? Consider intertwining your character's own experiences and observations on the island so far (made up of course). Jack and Simon are building the shelters over by the platform and the rest of us boys are scattered across the beach swimming in the lagoon and searching for ripe fruit in the trees. The littleuns are making sand castles while the hunters rest in the shade of a large Palm tree. I feel as though we should all be helping Jack and Simon however, neither of them have made a move to tell us what to do so I guess that don't need any help. As I am one of the older boys I feel as though the younger ones need to be looked after and I do hear them crying through the night but I don't want to be weak. I don't want to be pushed away like Piggy is becuase he looks after the littluns. I want to fit in. More than anything, I just want to go home. I don't think that Jack wants to go home at all though and he has the power over all of us. I think that even Ralph feels threatened by Jack's authority and he is the chief. I am crouching behind a small bush watching Ralph and Simon struggle with the huts. Behind me there is a rustle in the bushes and soon Jack appears, marching along the well worn strip of dirt. He is wearing nothing apart from his pair of torn and tattered shorts and on his head he is wearing his choir hat. He reached Simon and Ralph in the huts and Ralph directed him to the fresh water. Ralph is very annoyed with the outcome of the of the huts and says "Been working for days now. And look!" Ralph says that we all run off after the meetings and I feel the urge to go and help him as I know how he is very disappointed in us but I have the compulsion to stay where I am and listen to their conversation unfold. "We want meat-" Jack is saying yet Ralph is arguing back "We need shelters!" Something is scratching my rough legs and fumble to scratch them. The conversation is turning into an argument now and I am concerned about how we will survive on this island with our leader fighting as they do. I have to say that I am on Ralph's side and believe tht we need shelters, as many of the other boys are, however we wouldn't dare contradict Jack and therefore we must let him be. He has is hunting and the Fire. "As if it wasn't a good island." Jack just said and I am almost in agreeance with him. I think the island is beautiful itself, but what lingers in the forest should be left untouched... |
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Post by stewarts on Feb 3, 2015 22:39:37 GMT
Dave was reminiscing on his past few days on the island. He was in the swmming lagoon, eavesdropping on Ralph and Jack bickering on about the lack of shelter and meat. Dave knew that this civilisation was doomed from the moment Ralph was elected the leader, as Dave at behind Ralph on the plane. The air hostess asked him to buckle his seatbelt 3 times befor he did, and Ralph disobeyed so because of his words "father never asks me to wear a seatbelt, why should you?" Ralph was arrogent and selfish deep down inside, but Dave decided to keep this knowledge to himself, as it could come as an advantage later.
He listened closely to Jack, explaining to Ralph how he could mask himself and circle to catch a pig, but Ralph was not interested, and wanted to know why he hasn't been working properly. It was almost like Ralph and Jack were having two different conversations at once, amd it puzzled Dave. He noticed them strolling toward the swimming pool, amd Dave decided to confront them. "Oi, Jack, Ralph!"
The pair swung around. "What do you want?"
"I was just wanted to ask where you two are going with this whole survival thing?"
It seemed as though Jack and Ralph neither had thought about this. They both tried to answer simultaneously, but words failed to come out.
"Jack, do you think we can be saved, or are you enjoying this whole scenario? Because I've been noticing this whole food thing has become less about the group, and more about you"
Jack stepped up to Dave, but Dave was the largest boy, and being intimidated was not an option.
Ralph decided to intervene. "That's enough. Dave, why are you confronting us now?"
"Because something crazy is going to happen. You will all turn savage, like hungry lions surrounded by Zebras!"
The boys had heard the comotion, and formed a circle around the argument. The majority of the boys were agreeing with Dave, which was unbearable for Jack.
"And what have you done, eh?" Asked Jack. "What 'ave you even attempted to benefit this group?"
Dave stared coldly into Jacks eyes. "I'm doing this. If I can convince the boys that you are an unsatisfactory leader, then I come in charge."
Ralph was taken aback by this challenge, but he wasn't going to risk his pride and authority by declining. "Deal"
Dave swung around to the boys. "Ralph, our glorious leader, has not been able to control a single matter on this island. What is one thing good that has happened, that was solely the work of Ralphy-boy? Two shelters? Is that really enough for all this time?" Ralph stepped forward, but Dave continued. "Jack over there isn't interested in you well being, just the choirs and his own. Do you think if he killed one pig, every one of you would be provided a meal? No, he would give his favourites."
Ralph amd Jack were fuming, but the boys were wriled up. They ran forward toward Ralph and Jack, and despite a mighty effort, Ralph was picked off the ground and carried toward a fallen tree. The rest of the boys lifted the tree, and Ralph was placed under it. They dropped the tree firmly onto Ralphs leg, securing him from escape. Jack has escaped into the forest. The boys were overjoyed by the overthrown leadership, and they all chanted for Dave to become the new leader.
"No! We don't need any leaders!" Said Dave. "All we need is control and rosters!"
From then on, the boys did what they wanted, but not for themselves, for others. Traps were made to secure pigs, shelters wrre made by a group of 10, making the job less strenuous. Life on the island was much better and simpler, but there was always the chance for Jack to return to his choir.
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Post by kate Fincham on Feb 3, 2015 22:39:52 GMT
You are a boy from the plane crash, who happens to be near where Jack, Ralph, and Simon are talking to each other on the island, and you overhear everything that they say. Write a short, creative excerpt that details all the thoughts that are going through your mind. Really picture yourself there, don't just give us a summary of what's happening, think about who you are and how this is affecting you. Whose side are you on? How do you feel about your current situation? Consider intertwining your character's own experiences and observations on the island so far (made up of course). I peek out from behind the tree, staring with envy at boy before me. His fair hair flops into his eyes as he works, heaving up a big branch and carefully bracing it against the side of the makeshift hut. His name is Ralph, he's the leader of us all. He gets to tell us what to do, no one can ever tell him to buzz off. I scowl and glare at the boys of my own age playing at the waters edge. They're splashing around and chasing each other, screaming in delight. I'd been playing with them a half hour ago, but they'd told me to get lost because I walk with a limp and I couldn't keep up with them. I look back at Ralph, green with jealousy. If only I could be like him, if only I could- "Got any water?" I jump a little then mentally curse myself. Ralph wouldn't have jumped, so I shouldn't have either. "I said have you got any water? I'm thirsty." I poke my head out from behind the tree and immediately begin to feel uneasy. It's Jack, his red hair shining like flames in the sun. I don't like Jack. Even though Ralph seems to be his friend, there's something about his mean looking face that makes me feel like he's very different from the rest of us, like there's something black in his heart. Jack takes a drink, watching as Ralph and another boy, Simon, continue to struggle with the hut. Ralph lifts a branch and suddenly a huge hole appears in the side. I glare at Jack. Obviously Ralph wouldn't have made a mistake like that if he wasn't here. "Never get it done," sighs Ralph, flinging himself at Jack's feet. "The littluns are hopeless, the older ones aren't that much better." My eyes widen. Ralph thinks I'm hopeless? The boys continue to talk, me listening in intently. It sounds like they're beginning to have an argument. "We want meat," says Jack, flushed. I smile smugly. Ralph'll set him straight, no worries. "I went on," Jack continues agitatedly. "I thought by myself, I thought I might kill." The hairs on the back of my neck prickle, Jack's really starting to scare me. All his talk of killing makes me nervous. After all, we're just boys, we shouldn't have to kill anything! "But you haven't yet," said Raph, looking steadily at Jack. "Maybe you'd like to help us with the shelters." Jack snaps back and suddenly the two are yelling. Ralph keeps insisting we need shelters, where as Jack keeps insisting we need meat. "Come on Ralph, you tell him," I mutter under my breath, my eyes glued to the red faced boys. Just as its getting to its climax the argument abruptly ceases and the conversation turns a new direction. "They talk and scream, the littluns. As if-" "As if this wasn't a good island." Simon begins to talk of the beastie and my hands begin to tremble a little, despite my best efforts to still them. The idea of something else on our island terrifies me. What if it tries to attack us? We wouldn't be able to defend ourselves! Naturally I'd be strong and brave, as would Ralph, but the others are cowards. They would run for their lives! Jack, Ralph and Simon's conversation begins to turn back to hunting, but my mind is still fixated on the beastie. It's true it feels as if this is a bad island sometimes. Especially at night, when the wind blows through the trees, making howling noises and the other littluns moan and scream in their sleep. I look back towards the sea. If we're not rescued soon we might all perish, even with Ralph's strength. |
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Post by mackenzieg on Feb 3, 2015 22:40:15 GMT
I sit there, watching jack and Ralph fight about what's more important. Frankly if they ask me, I'd say it's more important to build the huts but since I'm one of the head choir boys I keep my mouth shout. Jack can be hurtful and mean if you oppose him and I've already learnt my lesson back when I wanted a solo in the upcoming ensemble. He talked me down for around an hour and got all the boys to say horrible things to me. I quickly withdrew my request for a solo and on,y ever said good things about jack, only to his face. All the other boys think that jack is a terrible leader but since he is the oldest and has a lot of confidence and authority in the school, everybody obeys him and listen to his words.
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Post by Yor a wizard Harry!! (Ashton) on Feb 3, 2015 22:40:17 GMT
In the bushes I hear a rustle, jack and Ralph come into view. I knew Jack and Ralph were having difficulties leading the boys but this conversation sounded intense. Even for a seven year old boy I can tell that something wrong is happening, though the two boys don't know it, fear is growing in our hearts. Fear we try to ignore as we take reassurance from Jack and Ralph. What an unfortunate trip I had into the jungle, looking for fruit, but hearing this heated discussion. The hardest thing is that they are both wrong, they both want power. They should be more like Piggy. They should listen to him and all his wise words about topics. While the boys discussed, i crouched, frozen in time behind a fallen branch.
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Post by jemimareid on Feb 5, 2015 22:50:49 GMT
You are a boy from the plane crash, who happens to be near where Jack, Ralph, and Simon are talking to each other on the island, and you overhear everything that they say. Write a short, creative excerpt that details all the thoughts that are going through your mind. Really picture yourself there, don't just give us a summary of what's happening, think about who you are and how this is affecting you. Whose side are you on? How do you feel about your current situation? Consider intertwining your character's own experiences and observations on the island so far (made up of course). “Ouch!” I muttered. The stone I was sharpening on a tree was producing copious amounts of splinters and they were getting in my fingers. I tied the sharpened stone back onto the stick with some black tendons from the creepers.
“I know Jack wants meat but is it worth it?” I asked myself. “Yes of course it’s worth it.” I corrected myself. Jack had always been a good choir leader at school, so what made the island any different? Suddenly I heard voices.
“Jack must be back from the hunt,” I thought, “I’ll show him my barb and get him to do his the same. Maybe if we catch a pig, we can finally convince Ralph that shelters aren’t as important as the protein we need. Fruit is not gonna sustain us forever.”
I started to tread my way out of the creepers and made my way towards the cruddy shelters Ralph and the queer weirdo Simon but before I made my way into eye view, I heard the underlining anger in Jacks voice so I crouched out of sight.
“Not this argument again,” I thought exasperatedly to myself, “They have it at least once a day.”
“Are you accusing…..!!!” I heard Jack shout in rage and I jumped.
“All I’m saying is we’ve worked dashed hard. That’s all.” Ralph replied with an air of pacification.
“Better watch it Ralph……” I muttered. “Jack doesn’t put up with people disagreeing with him for very long and it won’t be long until your friendship dies like a pig.”
I turned away and tuned out for a moment. How could Ralph say we don’t work hard? We run around all day to try and catch him meat, and all he does is complain that we should help with the shelters. I mean wasn’t the agreement that we, the hunters, hunt? We have tripped, stumbled, scratched and clawed our way through the dense island jungle all day, trying to get to the pigs and all he does is complain about how we don’t help. Plus we keep the fire going! What more does he want! I turned back to face the conversation.
“People don’t help much.” I heard Ralph say resentfully.
“That’s it I’m out,” I muttered, my anger becoming too much.
And with that I crept away, knowing that if a coup of sorts came to pass, I would be all for Jack making this island a place to survive and thrive on.
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Post by lindadate on Feb 5, 2015 22:53:57 GMT
Jack, Ralph and a boy I think is called Simon are talking near the unfinished huts. I listen in to their conversation. Jack has just come back from hunting, but he was unsuccessful. The boys start arguing, as Jack is obsessed with the idea of killing a pig, but Ralph wants to concentrate on making shelters and trying to get rescued. I agree with Ralph. Building shelters is what we must concentrate on first, but I still wouldn't mind some meat after nothing but fruit and nuts for the last few weeks. Simon isn't really like any of the other boys. He is quite...odd. I think he is nice, helping Ralph, and he was a unique way if looking at the world. I think we should try and make the fire as big as possible, so there is a greater chance that we can be rescued. The island really is quite beautiful, however I have been away from the comforts of home long enough. I think that Jack and Ralph ought to listen to Simon and Piggy, as they are the nicest and smartest of us all. I don't understand why they are so mean to Piggy, as his ideas are really quite good...
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Post by Hope15 on Feb 5, 2015 22:58:34 GMT
You are a boy from the plane crash, who happens to be near where Jack, Ralph, and Simon are talking to each other on the island, and you overhear everything that they say. Write a short, creative excerpt that details all the thoughts that are going through your mind. Really picture yourself there, don't just give us a summary of what's happening, think about who you are and how this is affecting you. Whose side are you on? How do you feel about your current situation? Consider intertwining your character's own experiences and observations on the island so far (made up of course). There was some shouting off to my left. The sounds echoed from somewhere on the beach. No doubt it's some littluns bickering over fruit again, I thought to myself. I let my feet take me down a path that lead towards the noise. "And I work all day with nothing but Simon and you come back and don't even notice the huts!" Ralph said, clearly exasperated. Hmmm, that's true I thought. All of the other boys had rushed off to bathe or swim five minutes after the meeting ended, myself included. I began to creep even closer, the sand was hot on my bare feet and my back began to peel from the intense heat of the sun. Slowly, the two figures came into view. "I was working too..." Jack started, looking offended by Ralph's previous comment. "But you like it!" Screamed Ralph, his face burned with anger. I watched them for a long moment, unable to make up my mind. I agreed that Ralph was left to build the shelters with hardly any help, however Jack and his hunters were working tirelessly to slay a pig to provide us all with meat. I found myself siding with Jack. He was trying to feed us all and was also looking out for this 'beastie' while he and his choir hunted. A shiver ran down my back at the thought of the 'beastie' and the memory of the boy with the birthmark creeped into my mind. Their conversation died down to nothing more than idle chatter. They both began walking back to the shelters and I found myself eagerly following their movements. "He's buzzed off." Ralph said. Confused, I finally realised they were talking about Simon. "Got fed up," Jack said, "and gone for a bathe." Simon left? That's odd, I guess the argument between Ralph and Jack was more savage that what I had overheard. Jack was right though, we needed meat. We can't survive off berries and fruit forever. Perhaps Jack should have been the elected leader. I frowned as my thoughts wandered into many different scenarios. Jack was the one who thought to use Piggy's glasses to start the fire and Jack knew this island just as well as Ralph. My mind began to race as I realised the severity of our current situation. A buzz of excitement ran through my body, the freedom on this island was alluring in a way. Even so, I desperately wanted to rescued from this miserable island, but I felt that deep down we may be here for longer than we thought... |
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Post by zoel on Feb 5, 2015 22:58:54 GMT
I walk through the dense jungle looking high into the trees at the small blue shapes that constantly shift and change between the long leave of the palms above. The sun is a blinding orb between the silhouettes. I nod my head and stare blindly at the dirt beneath me feet, when I hear a rustle of a boy pushing past the ferns behind me. They are moving quickly through the forest. I duck down to avoid the bigun and peer over to see the bigun trample the ferns that just touch his waist. I notice it is jack who is the owner of the steps and he walks past me towards the hut area. My feet trail in his footsteps. I slowly follow him to ask if he can reach the ripe fruits that hang just out of reach.
I am just about to break through the ferns to the clearing when my feet stick to the ground. I stop moving as I hear the heating conversation between our chief and jack. I stay out of the politics of the island. My time is much better spent doing something useful such as eating or napping or building a far better sand castle than the other boys.
"Been working for days now and look!" Ralph's raising voice pulls me out of my thoughts. When he speaks like this he reminds me of a grown up. His authority warms my heart much unlike jack. Jack scares me and many of the other little boys.
The argument heats up as the big uns bicker over jacks hunting ability. They argue back and forth and I almost feel inclined to interject, but my feet carry turn me around and carry back out onto the beach.
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Post by zoewatson on Feb 5, 2015 22:59:05 GMT
You are a boy from the plane crash, who happens to be near where Jack, Ralph, and Simon are talking to each other on the island, and you overhear everything that they say. Write a short, creative excerpt that details all the thoughts that are going through your mind. Really picture yourself there, don't just give us a summary of what's happening, think about who you are and how this is affecting you. Whose side are you on? How do you feel about your current situation? Consider intertwining your character's own experiences and observations on the island so far (made up of course). As I reach up to pick the ripe fruit from the trees I can hear voices coming from the shelters. It's Ralph and Jack. I hear them complain about the lack of meat at the insecure shelters. There voices are tense and neither of them are giving up on this fight. Ralph points out that everybody is constantly slacking off and not helping with the huts. This makes me look around. There are boys making sand castles, swimming in the water and fully relaxed. Nobody even seems stressed that we need a shelter and meat. Meanwhile I can hear jacks voice becoming more and more intense. Poor Ralph is just trying to get Jack to understand that if a storm rolls in, we will need somewhere to sleep but all Jack cares about is his quest to kill a pig. I feel a sudden sense of guilt. My friends and I should be helping Ralph instead of munching on fruits and playing in the sand. The boys in the water call me over and for a moment I hesitate whether to stay and eavesdrop or go and relax with the others. I go over to the others incase I get caught listening in to Ralph and jacks fight. From the water I can directly see the hut. Ralph's face is bright red and Jack is still yelling at him that he needs to gather meat. I hear Ralph trying to lower his voice and calm himself down as he mentions that the hunters are enjoying there work while he is not. I obviously feel sorry for Ralph as He is working hard in the sun while others bathe in the sun. I see Ralph flop onto the grass and I can no longer here what there saying but I know there is tension. Hopefully a resolution is come to quickly as I feel terrible for Ralph, even though I haven't been helping.... |
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Post by laurah on Feb 5, 2015 22:59:23 GMT
I swam through the clear water, watching the light catch on the small seashells on the ocean floor. I emerged from the water and headed for some drinking water. Jack was back from hunting; he had dismissed us hunters, saying he had to go on. Drinking from the coco-nut shell, I listened to their conversation, which was growing heated. Ralph was complaining that the shelters would never get built because everyone is lazy and hopeless. I felt guilty at this, but there's no time to build shelters if you've been hunting wild pigs endlessly with Jack. Jack argues that we need meat instead, and slowly becomes both excited and raged by the thought of killing. They start shouting, but change subject abruptly to talk about the 'beastie'. I too had noticed that the littluns were becoming frightened, more day by day. I'm not sure if I believed this beastie was alive, but their fear was palpable. Again, Jack becomes frustrated and shouts about the wild pigs, thinking about where they hide. As part of his choir, I know that when he gets mad and enveloped by an idea, he chases it. And always gets what he wants. They continue talking, but soon they go down to the beach to play, which somehow mends their friendship. I didn't realise that Ralph and Jackhad so much on their hands, and begin to be concerned about where their fights will head.
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Post by kayleewilliams on Feb 5, 2015 22:59:32 GMT
You are a boy from the plane crash, who happens to be near where Jack, Ralph, and Simon are talking to each other on the island, and you overhear everything that they say. Write a short, creative excerpt that details all the thoughts that are going through your mind. Really picture yourself there, don't just give us a summary of what's happening, think about who you are and how this is affecting you. Whose side are you on? How do you feel about your current situation? Consider intertwining your character's own experiences and observations on the island so far (made up of course). "I was talking about smoke! Don't you want to be rescued? All you can talk about is pig, pig, pig!" I slowly clambered, on my hands and knees, up to a thick, deep green bush, my hands sandy and muddy, when I heard the angered shouting of the older boys. "But we want meat!" I heard Jack shout angrily. I nodded from behind the bush. It was true. Since being on the island, all we have eaten are plants and fruit and the thought of meat made my mouth water. "And I work all day with nothing but Simon and you come back and don't even notice the huts!" Ralph shouted. I felt a pang of regret. Being only seven years old, I wasn't much help. I gathered fruit picked from trees but beyond that, there was not much I could do beside enjoy the sun while it was up and push back the thought of being eaten alive by a beastie at night. "I was working too-" Jack started, but was interrupted. "But you like it!" shouted Ralph. "You want to hunt! While I-" My eyes widened when I learnt that. Who would enjoy hunting? Spilling the blood of an innocent animal? I peered up over the leaves of the bush to catch a glimpse of the boys. Jack and Ralph stared at each other challengingly. Ralph, however, looked away. You could hear the shout of the hunters - which was slightly terrifying and gave me a fright - from beyond the platform in the swimming pool. On the end of the platform, Piggy was lying flat, looking into the clear, pristine water. "People don't help much," Jack started. I furrowed my brows, creases laid with dirt and grime forming between my eyebrows. It was true. The older boys were the only ones who worked. "Simon." Ralph said calmly, "he helps." "All the rest rushed off. He's done as much as I have. Only-" Jack was cut off again. "Simon's always about." Ralph stated firmly. Ralph started back to the shelters, Jack by his side. I ducked behind the bush and held my breath. Hoping, praying that they wouldn't notice me. "Do a bit for you," Jack muttered, "before I have a bathe." I breathed out a sigh of relief. Ralph was finally getting the help he wanted - the help he deserved. "Don't bother." Ralph said. I sighed. Ralph was being difficult. Like the younger boys. I kept telling them that there was no beastie - Ralph said so! - but they refused to believe me. I glanced up from above the bushes to see where Ralph and Jack were standing. "He's buzzed off," Ralph said, disappointed. "Got fed up," Jack said, "and gone for a bathe." I'd been bathing earlier today, with some of the other boys. Ralph frowned, "he's queer. He's funny." Jack nodded, and they began walking away, probably to the bathing pool. I decided at that moment that I should leave, that I had heard too much, that maybe we weren't as good at this as I thought we were, and I scrambled away, my knees and buttocks dirty from sitting and crawling in the mud. I ran as far as I could, until I reached a bush of fruit, and I began picking at them aggressively. I placed enough for the other young boys I'd been playing with earlier down at my feet, and I tore into the flesh of one angrily, tearing at it and swallowing whole chunks. I felt guilty. But how could I help the older boys with their struggles? It was impossible. |
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Post by coreym on Feb 5, 2015 22:59:34 GMT
I have just finished having a swim in the beach with a few of the other boys my age. I think I should see if Ralph needs any help with the huts. I can hear Jack and Ralph talking, maybe I should keep my distance before heading over. I hide behind a tree and listen in on there conversation. I thin they are arguing about how Jack is hunting to much and not building the huts. Jack has come back without a kill again, of course. I don't know why he wastes his time. Ralph is now saying how the littleuns haven't been helping build the huts, and it's only been him and Simon. I feel so guilty, I didn't know they needed help so badly. Ralph seems so strong so I thought he'd be more than capable. Why doesn't he just say he is struggling? I know if he did it would make me and a few of the other littleuns gladly help. Jack almost seems as though he doesn't want the fire to be going, and he doesn't want to be rescued. All he wants to do is get a pig and hunt. He so badly wants a kill, that's what makes me scared of him. Even if he does get a pig, not everyone will get some. I bet he'll only share it with the older boys. I really, really want shelters now. Each night I'm getting more scared of the beasties. I would definitely choose shelters, that will last a while, over some small portion of meat that will barely satisfy my hunger. Now Jack is saying that he feels as though he is being followed when hunting. I get the same uneasy feeling whenever I'm in the forest also. Now knowing that even the older boys can get scared it is going to make things worse, I better not tell this to the other littleuns. I just want to go home.
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Post by emah on Feb 5, 2015 23:00:26 GMT
What's going on? Another argument? How is life supposed to run smoothly with these boys leading us?
The past few days? Weeks? Have been tough to get by, especially with no ideas of rescue. Being one of the older boys, it hurts to see the younger ones shift and shout about when "the beastie" is mentioned. Although during the day they are so full of life and seem to not have a care in the world, they must surely also miss their family? I've missed mine since the airport. I hope they miss me.
My situation right now is in the jungle, just a few minutes from the shores edge. I've just been swimming in the morning and afternoons for the majority of the days here. My skin is not quite surviving under the glaring sun at midday, so I stay under the protective leaves then. When it's during the night though, barely anyone would risk being in the jungle with the snake like vines and thick bushes. Who could be certain the island has no nocturnal creatures. Maybe Piggy, he is very knowledgable, although he won't do much else.
Jack seems to know how to catch pigs, but never can. If only there were more animals on the Island. Then there's the problem with our shelters. Ralph complains about people not helping, which is true, but it's uncomfortable to help when he's the chief. Just the same with the hunters, they are too intimidating. I think I'll help by collecting fruit for the littleuns. It's comforting when picking fruit, because it reminds me of home and how we gathered fruit in the baskets. Of course there are no baskets here, except bowls from the coconut shells.
This Island is so similar to a holiday destination, it's ironic we're stranded and suffering here. Chief is certain there's hope of rescue, so I'll believe him until any later discoveries. But for now, I want to stay alive and healthy for the long days ahead...
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