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.