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entry 5

It was silent, a spear point appeared through a crack in the foliage. I stabbed through the crack with my own spear and heard wounded moaning. Smoke had seeped through the bushes and trees around me. They had set the forest on fire to draw me out. They really want to kill me. I ran into a pig-run and hid from the savages. What could I do? It is me against all of the other boys on the island, the forest is burning, and the boys are steadily closing in on me. “Think” I said aloud to myself more than once; the best choice would be to hide in a spot where they would never find me, and so that is what I did. I hid under a mat of wild tangled creeper, if one wanted to find me, they would have to lay down and look closely. A savage was around, he looked into where I was hiding, blankly at first, but then wrinkled his face as he looked closer. He found me, but doesn’t know that he did; I screamed and burst towards the open thicket. I swung the spear at the savage, tumbling him over, and ran; the other savages around him saw this, cried out madly and ran for me. The forest was being consumed by the fire and I ran desperately; I forgot everything, my wound, my hunger, and any thought I was thinking of. I tripped over a root and thought to myself. So this is where I die. But when I looked up, there was an adult standing before me, not a savage. Not just any adult either, he was a naval officer, was I dreaming? Have I already been killed by Jack’s boys? “Hullo” he said, and I knew that I was alive and safe.

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entry 4

Jack had left the group, and with him, the rest of the boys, except Samneric (Sam and Eric). He stole Piggy’s glasses and we were resolved to take it back, or rather ask for it back. We made our way to Castle Rock, where Jack and his group were, and when we got there, one of his boys, Robert, stopped us and said that he was out hunting. Shortly after, he came back and we asked for Piggy’s glasses back, to my disappointment, but expectations, he refused to give them back. I called him a thief and he stabbed at me out of his hurt dignity. We fought for a brief moment until Piggy said “Ralph - remember what we came for. The fire. My specs.” I stopped fighting and tried to persuade Jack to hand over the glasses. After refusing yet again, he order his men to tie up Samneric and we fought again exchanging blows with our fists and dodging each others’ spears. Piggy said to let him speak and he tried to scold the other boys into seeing the darkness of their actions. Yet, like when we first arrived on the island, all of the boys laughed at him. They had truly lost their minds. All of a sudden there was a jolt in the earth and before i even knew what was happening, a great rock had struck Piggy, destroying him and the conch that he was carrying into bits. He was dead, and there was silence. Jack seemed triumphant in Piggy’s death, and to wake me and the other boys out of our trance, he hurled a spear at me and it grazed me. The other savages followed his lead and threw spears at me. I ran. I ran from the anonymous devils’ whose faces were covered and wondered if I would ever get off the island.

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entry 3

I got out of the bathing pool and sat under the shade of the palms. Piggy came and sat next to me to my disappointment; he talked making a sundial, which was expected, as everybody knew already, Piggy loved to talk about the most irrelevant things rather than making an effort to help the group. I went back to the pool to get away from Piggy and as I slipped out of the water to bask in the sun, I saw a ship. I called “Smoke! Smoke!” but there was none, and by the time I looked back at the horizon, the ship was gone. Why was there not any smoke? Did one of Jack’s hunters leave their post? If there was no good reason for it, somebody would answer for it. We ran to where the fire was, even if we couldn’t see the ship, the crew on the boat would see the smoke if we relit it. When we got there, the ship was already long gone, and I went to the edge of the cliff yelling at the ship “Come back!” We heard the chant of Jack and his hunters,”Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.” He came up to me exclaiming about how they killed a pig and showcased it. I could only think of one thing, and that thought was audible, “You let the fire go out.” It didn’t even seem as if he cared, as if being rescued from the island was irrelevant to him. It was clear now how obsessed he was with killing a pig and how far he would go to do that, demonstrated by his action of taking all of his hunters, including the ones posted to watch the fire, to kill a single pig.

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entry 2

 After viewing the island from the mountain, we had an assembly to discuss the situation that we were in. I told everyone that “there aren’t any grownups” and that we “have to look after ourselves,” and to do that, we would need rules, such as whoever holds the conch can talk. I told them the truth, that we may be there a long time, which brought their spirits down, but I also told them that the island we are on is a good one, which countered my previous statement’s effect. Being the leader of the group comes with power and authority, but I also need to be weary of the morale of the party, or else they would leave and jeopardize the safety of the rest of us. Speaking of morale, a small child, or “littlun” as we call them now, decides to speak up about a dangerous “beast” and causes havoc amongst the boys. While slightly entertaining to see them panic, it was my duty to calm the boys and assure them that they are safe and that there is no beast. Jack helped me with that, stating that “if there was a snake we’d hunt and kill it.” Although he helped me calm the boys down, he’s been scaring me with his recent obsession to kill things. The group as a whole, decided that we need a fire to make smoke and attract a ship to rescue us. One by one, everyone started getting sticks, branches, and logs to make a big bonfire. We used Piggy’s glasses to start the fire even though he was reluctant to give us his glasses. The fire grew and we all admired the beauty of it; then it started to spread to parts of trees and eventually burned out part of the island. Piggy had the conch and scolded the rest of us for being foolish and burning the island, our prison yet our only chance of survival. I felt remorse for letting my childish instincts get the better of myself and the rest of us; I was going to let the fire burn out and make wiser choices from then on, but Piggy relentlessly went on about it. Although it was not pleasant to hear it from him, Piggy was right, we acted like orderless savages, jumping up and down for a fire. We are not savages, we are citizens of the greatest nation in the world and so we should act like we it.

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entry 1

The plane that I was on crash landed into no-where; speaking of no-where, a somewhat obese kid comes out of the bushes annoying and asking me if I knew anything about the crash. He asked for my name to which I told him,”Ralph,” although I believe he expected me to ask for his name, which I had no interest in. That was until he revealed his secret nickname,”Piggy.” It fit him all too well and I shrieked with laughter to his embaressment. We headed down to the beach and found a conch shell, my horizontally large friend suggested I blow on it to call on the other boys (if there were any). I followed through with his recommendation and blew on it; minutes later, boys from the same plane, but different schools appeared. We all socialized, made jokes, and had fun until a group of cloaked choirboys arrived. Their leader asked,”Where’s the man with the trumpet?” I responded by saying that there was “no man with a trumpet. Only me.” Their organized appearance intimidated us, but nonetheless, we accepted them. The leader of the choir, Jack, was a snob and felt entitled to be the leader of the group. He suggested that we all vote to decide on who will be the “chief.” I asked the mass of boys,”Who wants Jack for chief?” The only kids that raised their hands were the ones that Jack was with; the decision was clear already, but I still asked who wanted me for chief and to my relief all of the other boys raised their hands.