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Ralph is hiding in the creepers.

Oh, that disgusting Ralph. I just want to kill him already, but he has to hide in the hardest place to reach, of course. Right in the center of the thicket. It would take forever to get in there.

Wait. I have an idea. Oh, I swear if I do what I’m about to and Ralph is not in there, well I going to be killing three people today.

“Roger” I say “Come here. Walk with me.” We walk away from the thicket, and I tell Roger my plan. He smiles, then I’m smiling too. We trek to the top of castle rock as I explain my plan to the boys.

“You lot see these big rocks right here?” I ask, I get a lot of ‘yeses’ in return. “Ok, and you see that thicket down below us?” Im met with nods. “Does anyone see where this is going?” I ask rhetorically, “No? It's okay, I know you all are idiots. What we are going to do, or what y’all are going to do is push these big rocks onto that thicket. Is it all becoming clear now. And do y’all know what the best part is?” This time they shake their heads no. “The best part is, that little rat, Ralph, is hiding in that thicket. So, whoever can force him out first... wins my favor, Capeesh?”

They all smile and nod. The split into groups, each one at a different rock.

“Heave! Heave! Heave!” I yell.

“Heave! Heave! Heave!”

Now we are waiting for some kind of movement. But theres nothing, dang it. I turn to Roger on my right and look down at the crushed thicket.

“What now chief, think we got ‘em” Roger said.

“No”

“Well, what should we do then?”

“He loves his fire right, let's see how much he wants it when it's burning him” I say to Roger with a sinister smile. He gets one right back. Roger takes a group down to the thicket to start a fire, while I gather the rest to make a line across the island.

This shall be the best hunt of them all, with it ending in the greatest kill. As the line is forming, I make sure everyone has a double ended spear. Ive made it clear that I want Ralphs head on a stick.

Roger calls out. The hunt is on. We chase him all across the island. But theres no sign of him. How could that be... unless he hid from us. Well, he won’t do it again.

“TURN BACK! TURN BACK!” I yell as the line turns back around heading towards the beachy shore.

I see him. He’s limping. Good. He’s still bleeding from the chest wound I gave him. Even better. I pick up speed just as he breaks the forest line and bounds onto the shore. He stops. Wait. Why did he stop? I keep running until I get to the tree line. Ships. All I see is a big ship. I look down to see Ralph on his knees. Just like the first time I met him.

I come to the realization that I won’t be able to kill Ralph. I’m disappointed. I inch closer to the conversation between Ralph and the adult on the beach.

I overhear the word home. He’s taking us home. I don’t want to go home. This island is a paradise to me. I drop to my knees. I don’t want to go back. I look back at the forest behind me. And it is set ablaze. So bright, so beautiful.

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Entry 4

Jack is having a feast after a hunt, and Piggy and Ralph have just arrived. They want meat.

“Take them some meat.” I command from my throne.

Some boys give both Ralph and Piggy a succulent chunk. They took the meat greedily, drooling over it. Pathetic. How are they going to hate my lifestyle and then turn around and want the benefits from it? I’ll show them. I pick up my spear and wave it around.

“Has everybody eaten as much as the want?” I ask. I see that there’s food left. I also see that fatty bend down to help himself to seconds, he really is a pig. No one answered my question, and I was getting impatient, so I ask again.” Has everybody eaten as much as they want?” I repeat but this time with a little more force.

It delighted me when they all started to eat faster. I decide to get up from my throne to walk to the edge of the grass. “Give me a drink.” I said aloud to no one, but soon a drink was in my hand. I felt the power dripping off me. The authority I feel is new and I love it. I feel a newfound confidence.

“All sit down.” I say and immediately the boys arranged themselves in rows. I turned towards them and point my spear at them. “Who’s going to join my tribe?” I ask, hoping that this time things finally go my way.

Ralph made a movement and the attention turned towards him. No, not again. I will not let him take away my spotlight.

“I gave you food, and my hunters will protect you from the beast” I bring the attention back to me. “Who will join my tribe?”

“I'm chief” Ralph interjects, “because you chose me. And we were going to keep the fire going. Now you run after food--”

What? This is crazy. “You ran yourself!” I shout. “Look at that one in your hands!”

And then Ralph went red. The embarrassment he is feeling is amazing, and I am relishing it.

Ralph tried to go on, “I said you were hunter. That was your job.”

But I ignored him. “Who’ll join my tribe and have fun?”

“I'm chief,” Ralph said timidly. “And what about the fire? And I’ve got the conch--”

“You haven’t got it with you,” I interrupt, sneering at him. “You left it behind. See clever? And the conch doesn’t count at this end of the island---”

*CLAP*

Thunder booms behind me.

“The conch counts here too,” Ralph continues, “and all over the island.”

“What are you going to do about it then?”

Ralph looked pathetic. Like dirt under my shoe. He turns around to see that no one is going to come to the rescue. Well except poor little piggy. I can't stand him, always having something to say about everything, like shut up. He mumbles something to Ralph, but Ralph still looks lost.

“Who’ll join my tribe?” I ask for the third time. This time I’m met with ‘I will.’ or ‘Me.’ It’s music to my ears.

“I'll blow the conch,” said Ralph completely out of breath, completely out of confidence. Perfect.

“We shan’t hear it.”

“Come away,” Piggy starts, “There’s going to be trouble. And we’ve had our meat.”

A blink of light lit up the sky. The thunder exploded again. I look up as big drops of water start to fall on my face. There's going to be a storm soon.

As if he were reading my thoughts Ralph says, “Going to be a storm, and you’ll have rain like when we dropped here. Who’s clever now? Where are your shelters? What are you going to do about that?”

He made a good point, and I could tell the other thought that too. I need to gain back control of our situation. So, I leap onto the sand.

“Do our dance! Come on! Dance!” I yell at the crowd of boys. I ran to the thick sand, beyond the fire. I look back to see everyone following me.

Roger became the pig; he charges at me, but I sidestep. The rest of the hunters took up their spears. We were chanting and spinning in circles. It felt so good, so raw, so right.

“Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!”

We chant, over and over again. Roger then ceases to be the pig and he becomes a hunter. The chant repeats like a steady pulse in our bodies.

It’s beautiful, everyone, including the littluns, giving in to their instincts, becoming more and more like animals, savages.

Our chant rose in a tone of agony.

“Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!”

A new desire filled us, a desire for blood.

“Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!”

Something breaks our circle. It’s a being.

“Him! Him!” someone from the circle yells

The circle became a horseshoe, and the being stumbled into it.

“Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!”

All at once we pounce on the beast. I think I hear someone talking. It sounds like Simon, but that can’t be right, I haven’t seen him in a while. I ignore it. Blood is finally spilling. Who cares whose blood it is, it’s glorious.

The beast in the center of our destruction broke free, but we surged after it. Kicking and stabbing and biting. Whatever it was, well it doesn’t matter, it’s dead now.

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Entry 3

Jack has gathered the hunters, and they are about to go and hunt a pig for the first time.

“They don’t smell me. They see me, I think. Something pink, under the trees.” Now that I've said it out loud it all seems so clear to me. Of course, that is why the pigs could see me stick out like a sore thumb. I put some clay on my face, but I don’t think that will be enough to disguise me. “If only I had some green!” I shout. I turn around to see Roger with a look of confusion on his face. “For hunting. Like in the war. You know—dazzle paint. Like things trying to look like something else--” I try to think of an example, “-- Like moths on a tree trunk.”

Roger gets a grave look on his face and nods at me, I'm glad he finally understands. The twins started to approach me, protesting quietly like wimps.

“Shut up.” I say as I rub a charcoal stick on my face between the patches of red and white. “No. You two come with me.”

I look at my reflection, and I don’t like what I see. The guy I'm looking at doesn’t look like a brave warrior. I reach into the water with both hands and start to rub the water on my face. I look up at Roger, he’s smiling.

“You don’t half look a mess.” He remarks.

I ignore his comment and plan my new face. I make one cheek and one eye socket white, then I rub red on the other half of my face. Finally, I take the charcoal and make a line from my right ear to left jaw. I try to look for my reflection, but my breath troubled the mirror.

“Sameric. Get me a coconut. An empty one” I order. When they brought it to me, I filled it with water and a patch of sunlight hit my face, I could finally see my reflection. I was amazed the person I was looking at was astonishing. They were brave and confident; they were everything I wanted to be and then I realize that is me. I am that awesome stranger.

I leap to my feet. My mouth filling with laughter. I begin to dance as the others watch me. I think about the pig, how it will feel to kill one. I want to see the blood. I can’t wait for the blood. My laughter turns into a snarl as I thirst for blood. I dance toward Bill, my shame leaving me with the mask on. Bill laughs but soon the mask took him too and he ran into the forest. I rush towards the twins.

“The rest are making a line. Come on!” I yell at them

“But--”

“--we--”

They try to protest.

“Come on! I’ll creep up and stab--” I started but then the mask got them too, and we were all on the hunt.

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Entry 2

Jack, Ralph, and Simon are exploring the island together after first meeting.

“I’m hungry” Simon says, interrupting mine and Ralphs fun. The mention of Simons hunger reminds me of my own. I touch a hand to my stomach and realize I haven't eaten in a while.

“Come on,” Ralph says, “We’ve found out what we wanted to know.”

From that we start to scramble down the rock into the flowers. Then we scurried under the trees. We all started to look around, being careful of our surroundings. Simon broke the silence.

“Like candles. Candle bushes. Candle buds.” he says, talking about the bushes around us.

The bushes were a dark evergreen. I took out my knife to cut a bud off the bush and the scent enveloped us.

“Candle buds.”

“You couldn't light them,” Ralph mentions “They just look like candles”

I laughed on the inside. “Green candles,” I chimed in “We can’t eat them, Come on”

We continue into the forest until we come across a little piglet stuck in the creepers. I lung at the pig and grab it. Unsheathing my knife once again. I lift my knife, and all I can hear is this pig squealing. I want nothing more than to shut it up, but I can’t. I take a long pause, I realize that I've never killed before, not even an animal. I don’t think I can do it. Because of my daze the little piglet tore out of my grasp and escaped. As I watch it scurry off into the distance, I feel that my arm is still in the air. I bring my arm down and put my knife back into its rightful place. I stand up and, me, Simon, and Ralph, fill an awkward silence with some awkward laughs.

“I was choosing a place,” I finally say, “I was just waiting for a moment to decided where to stab him.”

“You should stick a pig” Ralph responded. “They always talk about sticking a pig.”

“You cut a pig's throat to let the blood out” I say in a matter-of-fact way. “Otherwise, you can’t eat the meat.”

“Why didn’t you? -”

They knew why I didn’t. They had to know why because they felt it too. They would have done the same thing.

“I was going to” I say as I start to defend myself “I was choosing a place. Next time-”

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Entry 1

This is before Jack and the rest of the choir are introduced to just a little into, their introduction. Jack and the other choir boys have just woken up from the plane crash.

*Trumpet noise*

“What in the world was that?” Harold said, rubbing his ears.

“Yeah, Jack what do you think that could've been?” another boy chimed in.

All the boys turned to me, expecting an answer when I knew as much as they did. But I couldn’t let them know that, so I put on a face and answered confidently.

“Why obviously it was a sound that means there are other people on the island, if you all had any common sense, you’d realized that already” I said crossing my arms

“Well, what are we to do then? If there are other people?” said one of the boys.

“Yeah, are we going to go to them or stay here?” said another voice from the crowd.

All looking for an answer the boys started to close in on me.

“Jack”

“Jack”

“Jack”

They were all talking at once, questioning me about what we are going to do as if they cannot think for themselves. As they got closer and closer, I decided to silence them.

“SILENCE! Gosh you lot are so needy. We are in a choir you need to act more civilized if you would like to stay in it. Can't any of you use that thing in your nogging called a brain or are your brains all mush! Of course, we are going to go to the people, and we are going to have them join us.” I finished.

The boys stared at me in awe, and I thought I had answered all of their needy questions, another boy spoke up.

“Well, what if they don’t want to?” a small voice mumbled from the crowd.

I turned to see who it was, and the only one who wouldn’t meet my eyes was Simon, that little wimp.

“If they don’t want to?” I say pausing to look at the sky “Well then we’ll just make them” I finish with a sideways glance at Simon.

With that I get all the boys together and try my best to make them look presentable.

“I am going to turn my back and you all are going to put your cloaks and caps on in a neat and nice way then line up in alpha formation, and so help me if one of you idiots is out line, I will clobber you all” I pause “is that clear?” I say looking each boy in their eye.

“Yes Jack!” They all say together.

“Good....You have 10 seconds” I say as I turn around. I hear panic and screaming behind me. It’s glorious. I turn around to see the group in two orderly lines, all standing at attention, all waiting for orders, all except one.

“SIMON!!!” I scream, which startles him into line “Much better” I nod and get in front of the two lines. “Let's get moving, by the sound of it we have a long trek ahead of us.” A collective groan emerged from the group.

We trek for about a mile, our feet on the hot sand, and I see a group of boys standing in a circle. We were about ten yards from this platform when I call my boys to a halt. I stepped forward from him, approaching the platform and I vaulted myself onto it. I sense that there are a lot of people here, but I can’t see them. The bright sun is shining in my eyes. Still, I am determined to get what I came for.

“Where’s the man with the trumpet?" I ask still not being able to see anything.

“There’s no man with a trumpet. Only me.” A voice answered.

I step forward to see a blonde-haired boy on his knees. He has a conch in his hand. That must’ve made the trumpet sound. He was not what I expected or wanted. I'm sure this showed on my face, He disappointed me. I turn away from him, and I ponder upon another question.

“Isn’t there a ship, then?” Instead of an answer I'm met with a blank stare. This blonde-haired guy is testing my patience. As silence continues, I get angrier, so I decide to end it myself. “Isn’t there a man here?”

“No. We’re having a meeting. Come and join in.” the boy standing behind me said

I open my eyes to see the rest of the choir starting to fall out of line, this won’t do.

“Choir! Stand still!” I bark, they look like they're thinking about disobeying me, but they decide against it. However, some of the weaker boys started to quietly protest my orders.

“But Merridew. Please, Merridew . . . can’t we?”

I roll my eyes at the question. Then I see a small body fall to the ground at the back of the line. Simon, it's always Simon. I stare at the other boy's rush to make sure he is okay and lie him down on the ground. If the boys don’t want to grant my simple wish of being a neat, orderly, and presentable choir, then so be it.

“All right then. Sit down. Let him alone.”