Blog 7- The Beast

The boys all huddled around a littlun. Kill the pig, cut his throat, Bash him in! I walked up to the crowd pushing to see who was inside. It was Robert. He was crying and sniveling. "Stop it!" he shouted. I pushed through the circle; but the layers of people seemed infinite. I had to get in this fight. I saw Jack holding up his knife as if he was about to pierce it through Roberts heart. Deep down inside I didn't want him to do it. But i chanted along anyways. Kill him, Kill him! I pushed people aside to get through to the inside layer. Jack had to see me chanting along with him. He had to be proud that I was like him. I spotted Ralph chanting with the rest of the group. He had an angry look on his face. A chill ran through my spine. Ralph was supposed to be the one making sure no one acted like this. I secretly was glad when Ralph became leader. But I have to act like Jack; or else he'll turn against me. And honestly, I'm scarred of Jack. I wish so much that we could be like how Ralph said. But now that he too is becoming savage. I took a breathe and tried to forget about Ralph. I continued shouting, Kill him! Kill him! I could tell my voice sounded uncompromising, it sounded as if I really didn't want to be part of this. 

Later on me and Ralph where sitting, waiting for Jack to come back down the mountain. Suddenly he appeared, panting, with sweat dripping down the sides of his face. "I saw it." He said. The look on his face changed to from terrified to serious when he saw me looking at him in disbelief. "Come on, I really saw it, let's go," He said trying to sound sage. I followed him up the mountain with Ralph behind me. My stomach turned upside down as we made our way up the mountain. What if it is real? What if it kills them and I'm left to fight it? Or, what if i kills me? Thoughts ran through my head. Ralph and Jack were talking about what the beast could be. Ralph was trying to convince him that he  imagined it. "I saw a thing bulge on the mountain" Jack said. Ralph started talking again. I blocked out his voice and thought about what sort of a beast might bulge. 

"A frog." I said. 

We climbed up the mountain under the impression that the beast was just a frog. I blundered and almost fell into a covert. I stumbled but kept walking up the mountain. When we started getting close to the top we decided to get down on our hands and knees. We clambered forward but then stopped when we saw a giant black hump. It was taking place of a gap that was in the rocks before. A big gust of wind came as the ape-like thing lifted its arms. So there really is a beast. I thought as my stomach dropped

Blog Quest 3- Hunt

Blog quest 4- Hunt

To the tune of Shout-Tears for Fears

Written and sung by Sianni and Gala

Hunt:

CHORUS:

Hunt, hunt, let it all out 

these are the things Jack cares about

come on, im hunting a pig,  come on

CHORUS

In desperate times

you shouldn't go hunt a pig

On this island

Jack really ought to know

This signal fire

That took so long

you let it die

you shouldnt have go hunt a pig

CHORUS

We made a fire

And it return you let it die

There was a ship

I hope we live to be rescued

I hope we live to be rescued

CHORUSx3

Blog Quest 1- Interview with Jack

Interview With Jack

Me: What was going through your head when you first found out you where stranded on an island?

Jack: All the other boys where really scared. I was one of the happier ones. With no rules to follow I could do whatever I wanted. I am also very brave so I don't need my parents. Some of the littluns cry at night, they are afraid of a beast. But I have nothing to be afraid of, with my hunting skills I will be able to survive on this island even if I am the only one.

Me: How did you react to Ralph becoming leader instead of you?

Jack: I don't think it was fair. All the other boys thought Ralph would be a good leader only because he was the one who blew the conch. just because he found it they all listen to him. I think I should be leader. If only I had as much of a chance as Jack to speak to the boys before they voted, I would have won.

Me: Why is hunting pigs so important to you?

Jack: When I hunt it is not only giving people food but it is fun and it shows others that I too can be powerful. When I hunt it shows the littluns that I can protect them. It shows them that I can be a hero. This is one reason why I hunt. Also, I hunt because it is fun for me. Since Ralph wants everyone to do something for the group, I use hunting as an excuse. i say that i do it so everyone can get meat. But i really do it for power and fun.

Me: What would you do differently than Ralph as a leader to make things better?

Jack: If I was leader, which I should have been, I would let my choir hunt and have as much fun as we wanted while everyone else would make us homes and find us food other than what we would hunt. Ralph has made so many wrong decisions. Making us use the conch for talking was one of them. He is getting so worked up over having order when all everyone wants to do is have fun or be savages. Ralph is also really focused on getting us off this island. Why would we want to leave? This place is great. There are no parents, no adults, no rules (besides stupid ones Ralph makes but no body follows.) , and no school.

Me: If you could go back in time and be at the signal fire instead of hunting and possibly be rescued, would you?

Jack: No I wouldn't. If we kept the fire going and we got rescued, then ralph would be a hero. People back at home would know that it was Ralph who thought of the fire, Ralph who made sure it kept burning, and Ralph who kept the group alive. I want to kill pigs, kill the beast, and be made leader. Once I am powerful, maybe then we can return home. But, I do like the freedom we have here on this island.

Blog 5- Lucy Vincent

I sit down on the sand watching it slip through my toes, as it slips away so does my mind. All thoughts are gone from my head. Around me I see millions of people leaving the beach; they slip on their flip flops from the heap on the sand and make their way down the path; leaving me alone with the beach. The waves crash calmly on the shore. The white water rising up close to me and then sinking back down to the big sea. Another set of waves comes in and crashes. As the water comes in to the shore, it gets closer and closer to my toes. Right before it hits me it follows its path back into the ocean. The next wave is gigantic; It over powers the whole beach. I back up to stand next to the cliff. Hiding from the wave. The tide comes in so close to me, but when it looks up and sees the thirty feet of swirled clay, clumped together behind me, it backs off.

A gust of wind passes and seems to be sucked into the water. With that final breath it turns into a huge wave. The wave isn’t afraid this time. This time, it seems to get bigger and bigger becoming more and more confident, and finally, it crashes on the side of the cliff, finding the gut to go against something so big and much more powerful and taking bits of clay and mud back with it.

I decide to walk down the beach. As I leave the section of the beach with the big waves I come across a new section. A place that seems familiar but forgotten. I haven’t been to this place for what seems like years. I see millions of people coming on to the beach as soon as I leave the calming place. With these people comes all the thoughts recently left behind. The waves start to crash rapidly. They start to come so intensely and start to crash harder and harder. There are hundreds of waves crashing roughly. Then suddenly a cloud moves over the sun and the sky turns grey.  The waves crash softly now, and slowly creep up to the shore. Small raindrops start falling from the sky. All the people leave the beach as the rain starts to come down harder. Then I run down the beach, grab my shoes off the surprisingly empty sand and sprint down the path leading to the parking lot. 

Blog 4-Lost Hopes

When the ship was first spotted, I had the best feeling inside of me.
My heart pounded and dropped down into my stomach. An imaginary breath that had been gathering up inside of me finally gushed out of my lungs. My whole body was struck with relief.  An incredulous look struck my face. I couldn't believe the day had finally come, I let out a shrill laugh. I ran up the mountain to the signal fire silently saying bye to a whimpering bird passing by. When I got to the top of the hill, the fire was gone. No flames, no smoke, nothing. It was then that Jack walked out of the bushes into the clearing. He came along side the rest of the hunters. They came with a pig.  A huge, fat, dirty pig. They had war paint smeared on their faces. Dirt covered the boys clothes and Jack was especially covered in blood. He had a grin on his face. Like he had finally accomplished something. 

 "Hunting!" I shouted. "A ship just passed and didn't see the signal fire because it was not burning. Keeping it burning was your job. If you hadn't been hunting the ship would have stopped and we would be off this place." I was struck with malevolence. I had the urge to hit Jack right then and there. This was preposterous. 

"You and your hunting Jack Merridew! We might have gone home." Piggy cried. 

"We needed meant." Jack said. Somehow he wasn't getting the point. The fact that we needed meat was not an excuse for him not keeping the fire up. This was irrelevant and would not make up for the harm he caused the rest of the boys. 

"You didn't have to let the smoke out! You said you would keep the fire going." Piggy replied to Jack. Then Jack smacked Piggy in the head and I watched as his specs gyrated through the air. When Jack noticed I was angry with him, a different look came across his face. As if he was sorry. But not actually sorry, fake sorry, deep down inside I could tell, he was the happiest he had been since we got here.I could tell he was wearing a mask. His eyes showed his real emotions. "I'm sorry. About the fire, I- I mean-" I could tell that he was trying to imply that he shouldn't have gone hunting, that he knows he made a mistake, and that he's sorry. I didn't believe him.

 As I turned my head away from Piggy and Jack something caught my eye. A glimpse of water with an opalescence, like a small pond. As I got closer, the mirage quickly faded away as did any hopes of getting off this island. 

Blog 3-Pig Hunting

I lay, festooned in vines and smeared with mud. I spot a group of pigs, but all of them running together is inscrutable. It is hard to tell how many there are exactly. Then I see one pig left behind, in the distance. I move my leg to reposition myself. I feel my leg get caught on a barb and yelp with pain. The pig looks my way and then is off in an instant. I scramble to my feet. Another day, wasted. I think to myself. I decide to go back to the beach where the rest of the boys are. I limp through the forest on my way to the lagoon. As I walk back I am hit in the face by a group of lush, green, tendrils. How will I hunt the beastie, if I can't even hunt one single pig? I secretly questioned. Ralph thought I was being oppressive when I told the little boy that The beastie was real, but for me to get power and become a hero like Ralph, I need to kill this beast. I made my way out of the forest and onto the sand. My eyes rest upon Ralph trying to make some sort of hut. Simon's head popped out of a whole. I gave him a furtive glance, hoping he didn't see the dirty look I was giving him. He was supposed to be helping me hunt. Not helping Ralph. Simon and Ralph looked at me, both looking very bewildered. "Where's the meat?" Ralph asked sounding very confused. When he said this, it hit me, I won't ever be a leader like Ralph.  Thoughts like these were swarming my mind. I realized that I had been so sidetracked I didn't even notice that Ralph was rambling about how when I work, it's fun for me and when he works, its hard and he is doing it for the better of the group. I also didn't seem to notice that Simon left. I didn't want to listen to Ralph anymore. I'm tired of Ralph being the leader and flaunting it right in front of my eyes. I looked down to hide the glimmer in my eyes as they started to tear up. I had to get out of here. If I was leader, I wouldn't be so eager to get off this island. I would let everyone do what they want. No one wants to work or build huts. So why should they have to?

Blog 2- The Fire

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.