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.