I ran up the mountain after the boys. When I finally reached the top my pulse was nimble. "Got any matches?" Ralph looked at me. I shook my head no.
"His specs!" Before I knew it Jack and three other boys surrounded me. The whole mountain blurred into a big green blob. Jack laughed scornfully as Ralph held my specs up to the wood. It caught fire right away and everyone jumped back. I felt my specs put back in my hand. I reassuringly wiped them on my shirt. I glanced at all the warped wood, crackling from the blazing orange flames. The fire was irresistable, but that didn't mean Ralph should be acting this officous way. When he yelled fire everyone followed him and chanted like immature kids. My arms tightly wrapped around the conch. The boys added more wood to the flames and when the fire sparked the tumult got louder than ever.
When we got back down to the beach I noticed that the little boy with the scar was gone. This fire was a bad idea.
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Hi sianni, something i liked about your blogg was that i really like how you told us how Piggy felt when Ralph and Jack were been mean to him also while i was reading your second blogg i can really imagine myself been one of the small kids and just watching piggies reactions
Sianni-
Quick and to the point. You used the words correctly. Can you elaborate a little though?
-Emma
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