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.