Piggy’s Diary
The Hunt
Dear Diary,
Today was an important day for us. As you know, the time is 1940 and the war is going on. All of the boys in London are being shipped to safety and I am one of them. We were put on a plane and flew the farthest I have ever been. It was really scary but exciting at the same time. Then, something out of the extraordinary happened. We were shot down by an enemy plane (well at least that’s what the other boys say). When we crash landed, the pieces fell out of the air and I went flying on to the beach. When I got up, and finished panicking, I found another boy. His name was Ralph. This was five days ago.
Now, we have set rules for the island. Because we the only ones on the island with no adults, it is important that we stay calm and wait until we are rescued. We voted on Ralph and he is our leader. We made a rule that whoever holds the conch is the one who can talk. Also, we split up into groups and found out the jobs of each other.
I have had some trouble adjusting to living on this island. It for one is a lot of work. Because of my asthma, I am limited to a lot of things and so I have trouble. Also, there isn’t very much food and I don’t have the best place to sleep.
So far, amazing and terrible things have happened however we are still going. We have built a fire for use as a signal for ships along the coast. The most important thing, Ralph says, is being rescued. Jack’s job along with hunting is to keep the fire going. He split the choir group in two different groups that are in charge of different things. Today the impalpable things happened. First, We began our day with a bit of arguing and I received a few unkindly words from Jack and then everyone went off in their different ways. Jack took some of his group hunting; Ralph went with Simon and me to work on the shelters and irresponsible littleuns stayed and played by the beach. The morning went by normally, we went to the beach and bathed and jumped into the water but then, we saw a ship. In amazement, we jumped with joy and blatant cheers.
The first thing that we did was run up the mountain to check the fire. Was it still going? Could they see us? The others sprinted however I got tired and slowed down. They started to wait for me malevolently the decided to head up the mountain with out me. My asthma really kicked in and so I had to sit down and breathe.
When I finally got to the top of the mountain, sadness faded over me. I noticed that the fire was out and so I started to try to light it but it was too late. The ship had turned away and now it was out of visual. JACK. All any of us could think of was the thought of our hope being smashed by a two ton hammer. Then, The most obnoxious thing happened. Jack came marching up proudly with a piece of meat slouched on his shoulder. He finally hunted a pig. The pig was dropping gouts of blood on to the rocky mountain. It was gross. I looked at him and then at Ralph. “There was a ship,” Ralph said in an unamuzed tone. He said it again. Jack ignorantly waved the comment by and mentioned his pig again. It was like balm for any of the bad hunting days that he had in the past. The way they did it was by painting their faces with clay our something and by closing in on it. They kept yelling a stupid chant in honor of the event. I told him that he should have kept the fire going and for some reason, he took it the wrong way and punched me right there in the stomach. I sat down and let out the pain. I know that there is going to be some rebellion against Ralph, and it’s not going to be pretty. I got back up and realized that my glasses were missing. I didn’t have to stumble around long because Simon helped me by seeing them. It turns out the he broke the lenses that arrogant fool. I always have hated him. When it came to roasting and eating the pig, everyone got a piece but me and when I complained, Jack yelled at me. Simon again, showed his faith and gave me his piece. Luckily he got another. I can tell that there is going to be some rivalry between Jack and Ralph.

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Huts On The Beach

Journal Entry #3
Ralph and the Huts

Hello, My name is Ralph. I am a ninth grader and I live in London England. The time is the 1940's and WW2 is going on. Because of this, A ll of the boys in the country are getting sent to safety. During the plane ride, something terrible happened. The back of our plane caught on fire from enemy shots and we went down on an island in the middle of the ocean. There are no adults and I am the leader of the group. It is my responsibility to keep these boys in order and deliver them to safety.
Today, our goal was to build houses. I have to say that we had vicissitudes trying to get them to stand up. It was easy to get the first one to be sturdy but the kids got tired and they wandered off, either bathing of eating fruit. I guess you could say that I was tired to but that still didn't over power the need for shelter. There were two main reasons why we needed these shelters. The only one that anyone would admit was to keep dry if it ever rained like it did when we first got stranded here. But the main reason, that I knew because of the light susurration, was because of the bestie. The bestie was mentioned in one of our first meetings when we all grouped up. A little boy about six years old encountered a large snake slithering o the ground that almost scared him to death. Ever since that meeting, there has been fear on this island. I want the boys to have a place like their home.
Jack went hunting this morning and I didn't hear from him for a while. His group came back about early afternoon however, there was no sign of him. He has this mad compulsion to kill a pig and bring the meet but he never does. He came when me and Simon were stabilizing the hut and was deeply out of breathe he drank water and sat. He still hadn't caught anything. He said that he was going to go back and hunt some more but I didn't think that he could get one. It is the thought of blood that holds him back. He is rapt but I still understand where he is coming from He is trying to prove himself. But that doesn't mean that he has to be a hero. His job was to be in control of the hunters and that's all he has to do. The fire isn't being kept up as much as it should be and I am starting to get worried about being rescued.
We started to talk about what was going to happen to us on the island and who was doing their jobs. The young ones I understand however even the older ones went of into the water. It is very inscrutable to me but Simon is the only one who actually holds his word. He stayed and helped me finish the last shelter and he listens to what I say. He contrite whenever something goes wrong even when it's not his fault and he is simply loyal.
I am worried about what is coming to happen. I hope that my father will come and rescue us but until then, the most important task right now is survival. I want to keep everyone calm so that we can keep up our work and think things out. Building things and making a community is the only way that I can keep these guys assured and full of hope. Their opaque faith makes them uneasy but I feel that I can drive them to be cheery.

Fire On The Mountain

Jack’s Journal Entry #2

Dear journal,

            Today was a successful day. After finding out where we were after our plane got shot down mercifully by the enemy, we discovered that we were indeed on an island. We also, no matter how much it hurt me, we chose a boy named Ralph as our leader. I have grown a liking to him and I think we will be friends. On top of making this decision no matter how disobedient the kids are, we have also made a rule that during the meetings, whoever holds the conch is the only one who can talk. Personally, it is not my favorite rule however I guess it is a good way to create order. I am in charge of the hunters and being the only one with a knife on the island, this decision was wise.

Today we have had a meeting and talked about what we should do about us being stranded on the island. One of the younger boys was officious to tell us about his encounters before he saw us. But he ended up cracking and telling us that he saw a large beastie in the forest. The other kids laughed at him however all I cared about was going and killing it. The choir is my group and I am in charge of them. I expect to bring loads of meat for the group. I can assure you that we wont starve. Ralph told us not to worry about the snake because they are only in big countries like Africa and India. After the younger boy was finished making a fool about himself, Ralph told us that we should find a way to make a signal for ships to come and rescue us. He was positive that his dad was going to rescue us but I am excited for our adventures on this island. When the errant kids settled down, Ralph suggested that we make a fire atop the mountain as a signal. He said that the smoke would be seen from miles away and that we would be rescued in no time. 

With that mention of fire, the boys capered with ebullience and ran up the hill. I followed and pushed my way to the front. When we got up there, I ordered the boys to find wood and things to make a fire. We worked, making trips up and down the hill gathering leaves and branches for the fire. 

By the time Ralph made his way to us, the pile was stacked up higher than some of the boys in our group. We tried to find out ideas in order to make the fire start. Ralph tried to use a couple of sticks to make the fire however it didn’t work. I asked if anyone had matches and naturally, that was the one thing that no one had. We were left thinking. We had this huge pile of debris and nothing to start a fire with. Then one of the boys said to use Piggy’s glasses. When I went over to take them, he shooed me away, telling me to use something else. “Shut up!” I yelled at him as he went on about how he couldn’t see. I ended up having to pinch them straight from his face. 

The smoke started instantly it grew and grew and I blew it to a bigger and bigger flame. It soon started roaring and raised up 20 feet. We all stood gazing at what we had created. “Get more wood!” I shouted as it started to die down from the wind. As they tossed more objects into the fire, it grew however the wind picked up causing it to go side ways. Suddenly, something awful happened. The flames spread over the side of the mountain like a blanket on a cold winter day. 

It spread like a forest fire and looked like the devil’s home. “This fire isn’t right. Now look what you guys have done. With the brief mention of fire, you all ran like children on to the mountain. Now look what you have done. It’s a god forsaken forest fire that diminishes the side of the mountain!” Piggy said stupidly. “Shut up! Oh and you had it hard, you merely sat here while we worked” I yelled. The crowd went into roar as the shouted. All of a sudden, someone asked where the boy who talked about the snake went. No one could find him.

“He was standing right over there,” a boy said looking into the deep depths of the flames. Ralph stumbled, “Piggy! It was your job to take names!” He made some excuse about how no one was in order and that they were impossible to take control. We are looking for the boy who cried snake. Still. This is a reason why I can’t trust Piggy.

The Sound of the Shell

Simon

Hello, my name is Simon. I am in the quire at my school. I am also a bright boy. The Second World War is going on and every kid in my city had to evacuate because of the bombing. On the plane, something terrible happened. The plane started shaking and I heard the pilot say that we wee crashing. Fear spread over me as I started to panic. I heard the boy next to me saying his prayers. Then, every thing went in to a blur and I passed out.

When I awoke, I lay in the scar of a plane crash. I got up and saw the wreckage of the plane. I looked for my quire group. They were under the canopy in the corner. A couple of the guys had some cuts and bruises however no one, that I saw, was badly hurt. When I got over to the group, they were trying to figure out where we were. Some of them were saying that they thought it was an island but Jack, the precentor, was not convinced. He climbed went up the mountain to get a better look. Not even 5 minutes later, we heard the sound of a trumpet.

The sound echoed across the mountain and we all started to head toward it. It sounded like it was coming from the beach, so we headed through the forest. “Wait for me!” Jack sprinted in to the front and we continued. We pushed back the fronds and we were on the beach. Finally, we saw what we were hoping for… people. There were two boys sitting on a platform like object that ran along the beach. When we got closer, we could see that there was the group from the plain sitting before them. The taller looking one out of the two was holding a shell. Jack yelled to the boy standing on the platform with enormity to see the man with the trumpet. He yelled back that he was the man. As we got on the the platform, everything went black… again.

When I awoke, they were talking about the plane crash. The people I was with laughed as I was conscious again. “Is there any adults on this island?” Jack asked. “No” said the broader looking boy. Soon, the group was arguing about the leader of the group. They decided to vote between Jack and the guy with the conce shell who I later learned was Ralph. When it came down to voting, I had to vote for Jack no matter how much I wanted to vote for Ralph. In the end, the boy with the conce one and I was happy. There is something about Jack's conciededness and need for power that over rules him for a leader. The group roared with excitment and they formed a unity.The choir was chosen to be the hunters but before we could do anything, Jack, Ralph and me had to go explore where we were. We climbed a mountain, exploring the jungles and rocks. We climbed up one of the rocks and we could see a reef in the ocean. In the distance, we saw another mountain so we went down and climbed it. In order to climb to the top, we had to move a giant boulder. We strained and it finally went over.

Boom! It went down hard. We stood in amazement, looking down at the remains. Finally, we headed to the top. It was beautiful; blue flowers were spread across the floor. The air was amerced with butterflies and the view was breath taking. We could see now that it was defiantly an island. We could see the rest of the group they were sitting on a rock. In the distance we could see another island. “We should make a map of this,” suggested Ralph. Jack reminded him that we didn’t have paper so I said that we should use bark from trees and use black powder from rocks as ink. We headed down the side of the mountain and effulgence faded over me. I actually felt confident for once. We were going to survive. I am writing this letter as a story of our lives stranded on this island. Until next time, Simon.