Blog 14-Revision of Blog 8-Finally Free

Up on the mountain I should have known.As the pig's raspy voice whispered, "You'll only find me back at the beach. They'll do you in." His frightening words had the wrong effect on me. I wanted to leave. When I woke up the trees blurred and sticks and creepers surrounded me. All I was thinking about was going up to the mountain and seeing if there really was a beast. After my talk with the pig head anything seemed possible. And as long as I didn't have to go back down to the rest of the boys then I would be happy. But when I got up to the mountain I changed my mind. Once I saw the man at the top of the hill I knew I had to go back to the group. 

 

I stood up next to the dead man trying to figure out the way back. It was then that I heard someone shout an inaudible chant. I stumbled down the side of the mountain. I made my way through the clearing and into a suffocatingly dense forest of trees and tendrils. As the storm grew louder and rain started to trickle, I thought about the man with the parachute.  How had they thought it was a beast. There savage instinct had taken over. Just like the devil inside of that pig head. I vowed to never become savage and to never give in to the fear that had taken over the rest of the boys. I would be strong and steadfast. If it meant I had to leave the group I would. I would leave for nature. 

As I made my way down the hill the chant got louder and louder. I felt frightened but I couldn't stop. Not after seeing that there really was no beast all along.  I had to save the rest of the boys from this fear. But I had to tell Ralph. I had come to notice Jack always corrected Ralph if he said that the beast was not real. He always made sure all the hunters and all the other littluns knew about the beast. That they knew the beast was dangerous and that the only one that will protect them is Jack. Suddenly the chant became clear. Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! I fell out of the forest and crawled towards a circle of boys. 

"The thing on the mountain. It's a dead man." I cried. My voice was tremulous. The faces started to blur. The paint on their faces becoming one with the island. A tornado of colors slowly swarming in towards me. Then I felt a sharp pain. Then millions of pains around my body. As the hunters came closer and closer. Then suddenly I was gone. As if I fainted again. But this time, forever. 

I look back on that night and I am thankful . I watched the corruption happening, Jack becoming leader.  Ralph becoming savage. That was the end of civilization on the island and the way I see it, I have left to another life. Life with nature.

Blog 13-Revision of Blog 10-The Savages

When we woke up the morning after the hunters came to our shelter Piggy was a mess. He was complaining about not being able to see anything. We decided that we have to do something to get back his glasses. Ralph wanted us to go to Jack's hide out at Castle Rock and get the glasses . We had to look decent, clothed, showered, combed hair and cleaned faces. We had to be the stronger ones. And Jack needed to know when we came that we didn't want to fight. We want to get back what is rightfully ours in a peaceful way. We started making our way by the cliffs to Castle Rock. Once we got there we stared up, looking at what seemed like miles of rocky wall. “Who goes there?” shouted Roger in a firm voice. Ralph shouted back,
“What do you mean, you can see it's only us.” Then Ralph blew the conch. Savages with spears appeared out of the rocks. Then a rock came out of nowhere and almost hit us. We looked up. Roger sat at the top of the castle. His hand next to a lever. “I'm calling an assembly. About Piggy's glasses and the fire. Wheres Jack?” Ralph said. Just then Jack appeared out of the forest. His face was disguised in black and green paint. Hiding his emotions.
“Go back to your end of the island! This is my tribe now!” yelled Jack.
“But you stole Piggy's specs. And we want them back. There ours. If you had asked we would've let you share our fire. But then you stole, like a thief.”
“A what? What did you call me? Say it again!” Jack's cheeks burned red and his teeth grinded sharply. 
“Thief! Thief!” Ralph cried. The jack got very angry. The Ralph and Jack fought. Ralph was hurt. A spear in his stomach.  Their fight ended. Ralph was reminded that he did not come to fight. He came to get Piggy's specs. Then Jack yelled, 

“Get them. Tie them up!” We looked at each other, feeling very confused. Then two savages had their arms on us. We were being dragged behind Jack. Then they tied us together. We tried to move but we couldn't. We sat together, struggling to be free when it happened. We couldn't see that well because there was a line of  hunters in front of us. But then something from above, a huge boulder hit Piggy and he fell to the ground. His brains oozing all over the rocks. Then his body fell off the thin plank connecting the castle to the island. Then Jack looked us in the eyes and said "You two are part of the troop now." We tried to protest but it was no use. We looked around at the green island in front of us. The black rocks piled behind us. And jacks small body becoming faint in the distance. Now we were part of this group. Jacks tribe. The savages. 

Blog 12- Jury Duty

For every case there is a group of people called a jury. The jury has to watch the trial. They have to carefully consider evidence and then deliberate with the other jurors. In a criminal trial when the jury has to come up with the verdict and it has to be a unanimous vote. Meaning they all agree that the defendant is either guilty or not guilty.

The jurors are selected randomly but there are a few qualifications in order to be a juror. You must be at least eighteen years old. You must know how to read and write. You must be a citizen of the state and resident of the county or city that you are serving as a juror in. You also cannot have ever been convicted for any crime.

On the day of the trial, everyone who was sent a notice that they must serve as a juror has to attend the court. Before the trial starts there is a jury selection. The defense and the prosecution asks the jurors questions. This question and answer process is called “voir dire.” The prosecution and defense can choose who will be on the jury depending on the answers given.

A lot of times the original people called for jury duty can be excused. If you know someone involved in the trial or the judge you can be excused. You can be excused if you have a job that you can’t get out of or a family that’s needs you to take care of. Another reason a lot of people are excused from jury duty is because they are bias. If someone has made up their mind about the case before they hear both sides and see the evidence then they can be excused because they might be bias.

When you are on a jury you are required to have no bias. This means thatyou cannot judge people and you have to be fair. You also cannot talk about the trial you are serving on. You can’t read any newspaper articles about the case. You can’t watch any television that relates to or talks about your case. All of this could influence you to believe a certain side. You must be influenced just by the case and evidence presented to you in court. Once the trial is over your main job just gets started. You will look back at notes taken during the trial and you with have jury deliberations. When you deliberate with the other jurors you will all talk and come up with one vote. The jury has to come up with a unanimous vote so it may take awhile to come out with a verdict. Even if just one juror disagrees with the rest, the deliberation will go on and the other jurors will have to try and convince that one person of their side.

Having U.S. citizen serve jury duty has helped courts have a non bias verdict. There are many other places across the world that have jury duty and hopefully many more will soon.

Blog 11-The Rescue

First came the smell of smoke. Then I saw it. Fire crackled and sounds of explosion erupted in the forest in front of me. My toes sunk into the sand and I gazed at a pile of ashes next to a burning hut. I heard what sounded like millions of young boys ululating. The sound slowly died down as a boy heaved himself out of the forest; as if he was throwing himself at me. He was covert in dirt, smelled of smoke, drenched with sweat, and panting as if he had just run for miles. The other boys came out of the forest. All of them with bright red and white paint smeared across their faces.  One came in front of all the others. He had messy, light red, hair and a black cap that was covered in mud and rips. 

"What is going on here? Is this some kind of war?" I asked. I was hoping the answer would be "No, just playing a game".

When the young boy in front with dirty-blonde hair said quietly, "Yes, already two have been killed," My face sunk. I wished he could elaborate but I could tell it was hard for him to say this, as if it wasn't his choice, or he hadn't been a part of it. I couldn't believe this. These boys looked like they ranged from 6 to 12. At home in Britain we were at war. that does not mean these boys should be. "Who's in charge here?" I asked firmly. 

"I'm Chief," replied the small boy in front. I saw the red haired boy start to move forward. then he had a second thought and I saw him cower. He had a frightened look on his face. As if he was afraid to get too close. I turned around and looked out across the miles of blue ocean. Out a little ways was my ship. I looked at the cannons on the side of the ship. I tried my hardest not to visualize these small boys doing anything similar to what we had been doing in the war. I hated the fact that people had already been killed. As I stood staring at the blank sea. At the long thin horizon line. I wanted to take these boys back home. Back to civilization. To show them how the world really works.

Blog 10- The Savages

When we woke up the morning after the hunters came to our shelter Piggy was a mess. He was complaining about not being able to see anything. We decided that we have to do something to get back his glasses. Ralph wanted us to go to Jack's hide out at Castle Rock and get the glasses . We had to look decent, clothed and shower, comed hair and clean faces. We had to be the stronger ones. And Jack needs to know when we come that we don't want to find. We want to get back what is rightfully ours in a peacful way. We started making our way by the cliffs to Castle Rock. Once we got there we stared up looking at what seemed like miles of rocky wall. “Who goes there?” shouted Roger in a firm voice. Ralph shouted back,
“ What do you mean, you can see it's only us.” Then Ralph blew the conch. Savages with spears appeared. Out of the rocks. Then A rock came out of nowhere and almost hit us. We looked up. Roger sat at the top of the castle. His hand next to a lever. “I'm calling an assembly. About Piggy's glasses and the fire. Wheres Jack?” Ralph said. Just then Jack appeared out of the forest. His face was disguised in black and green paint. Hiding his emotions.
“Go back to your end of the island! This is my tribe now!” yellled Jack.
“ But you stole Piggy's specs. And we want them back. There ours. If you had asked we would've let you share our fire. But then you stole, like a thief.”
“A what? Say it again!”
“Theif! Theif!” Ralph cried. The jack got very angry. The Ralph and Jack fighted only for a second because Ralph was reminded that he did not come to fight. He came to get Piggy's specs. Then Jack yelled, 

“Get them. Tie them up!” We looked at eachother, feeling very confused. Then two savages had their arms on us. We were being dragged behind Jack. Then they tied us together. We tried to move but we couldnt. We sat together, struggling to be free when it happened. We couldn't see that well because Some hunters sat in front of us. But something hit Piggy and he fell to the ground. His brains oozing all over the rocks. Then his body fell off the thin plank connecting the castle to the island. Then Jack looked us in the eyes and said "You two are part of the troop now." We tried to protest but it was no use. Now we were part of this group. Jacks tribe. The savages. 

Blog 9- The Attack

I sat the morning after the dance gazing out towards the phosphorescent water. I thought about last night. The way all those boys stifled Simon. I looked over at Ralph. His eyes lost their usual twinkle. Ralph cleared his throat and murmured something. "What'd you say?" I asked.
"Simon," he said. I nodded. It wasn't just me. Ralph knew too that it was Simon lying there not the beast. I shuddered when I thought about Jack and his hunters. Clawing and stabbing Simon.
"That was murder." said Ralph quietly.
" Why are you saying that, of course it was an accident." I said it but I didn't believe it. I knew that it was dark and there was a storm. But knowing Jack, it didn't matter how dark it was. He might not have known it was Simon but even if he did, that wouldn't have stopped him.

Later on I was awoken by a quiet voice whispering, "Piggy, Piggy." Immediately I thought of the beast. "Piggy, come here Piggy," Then my heart shook. My lungs tightened and I started gasping for air. I would suck in as hard as I could but my lungs would only close up more. My chest felt smothered with pressure even though nothing was actually there. The beast was here. It came for me. Then three bodies came inside our shelter. The fear of the beast was gone but my asthma wouldn't stop. I tried to be gesticulate and show Ralph that I was having trouble breathing but me motioning had no use in the dark. I could here people fighting but I could see nothing. Then it stopped. The six silhouettes turned to three. It had been Jack and his hunters. They came for something, but what? I reached to my left for my glasses. I felt around on the sand but my hand came back empty. They took my specs. I thought silently. 

Blog 8-Finally Free

I should have known to stay back when the  pig head talked to me. But when it said that there would be fear back at the beach it wasn't exactly convincing. I thought I was imagining it and after I fainted I barely remembered what happened. But once I saw the man at the top of the hill I knew I had to go back to the group. 

I stood up next to the dead man trying to figure out the way back. It was then that I heard someone shout an inaudible chant. I stumbled down the side of the mountain. I made my way through the clearing and into a suffocatingly dense forest of trees and tendrils. As the storm grew louder and rain started to trickle I thought about the man with the parachute.  How had they thought it was a beast. There savage instinct had taken over. Just like the devil inside of that pig head. I vowed to never become savage and to never give in to the fear that had taken over the rest of the boys. I would be strong and steadfast. If it meant I had to leave the group I would. I would leave for nature. 

 As I made my way down the hill the chant got louder and louder. I felt frightened but I couldn't stop. Not after seeing that there really was no beast all along.  I had to save the rest of the boys from this fear. But I had to tell Ralph. I had come to notice Jack always corrected Ralph if he said that the beast was not real. He always made sure all the hunters and all the other littluns knew about the beast. That they knew the beast was dangerous and that the only one that will protect them is Jack. Suddenly the chant became clear. Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! I fell out of the forest and crawled towards a circle of boys. 

"The thing on the mountain. It's a dead man." I cried. My voice was tremulous. The faces started to blur. The paint on their faces becoming one with the island. A tornado of colors slowly swarming in towards me. Then I felt a ping. Then millions of pains around my body. Then suddenly I was gone. As if I fainted again. But this time, forever. 

I look back on that night and I am thankful . I watched the corruption happening, Jack becoming leader.  Ralph becoming savage. That was the end of civilization on the island and the way I see it, I have left to be with nature. 

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.

Blog 1-Lost

My eyes popped open as I felt something crawl up my leg. I look around to find that I am stuck in a jumble of leaves and vines. Surrounded by green trees and bushes. I clamber out of this mess; only to realize that I have no idea where I am. No idea where to go. Then I remember. I was on a plane. With other boys. "They must be here too!" I accidentally shout out loud. I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, even though no one was around. I stumble through the forest looking for nothing in particular but with nothing else to do, I might as well move forward. A gust of wind passed through the forest, making me quiver. 

I remember a time when my dad was talking about making a fire, "It's simple, really, just rub together a few rocks, until you get some sparks. By then you're on the right track, you just have to keep rubbing," is what he said. I've never in my life listened to my father, but now seemed like an okay time. I grabbed to stones off the ground and started rubbing, like he said. The rocks made a grating sound, piercing my ears. After more of this awful sound and no fire, I decided to keep walking. It was then that I heard a peculiar sound. I started walking, faster and faster. Then I took off running towards the sound. This could be it! One of the other boys could be making this sound. I came to a halt at the start of the sand. It wasn't just one boy, but here, on the beach, was almost every boy from the plane. I ran up and sat down next to a dark haired boy. They were all shouting and pointing. Then I noticed, there was a boy blowing a conch shell. The mysterious noise. He looked like he was devouring the conch. Next to him was a fat boy with a sickly pallor. People were calling him Piggy. I also heard people shouting,

"Ralph! Ralph!" This must have been the boy next to Piggy. Everyone stopped pointing and hushed their voices. A group of boys in decorous outfits followed a boy with dark hair. The dark haired boy seemed like the leader. He shouted at them and they all sat down. I saw Ralph looking very annoyed at piggy, he was telling him something that I couldn't hear exactly but sounded like a very strident tone. 

The three boys in the front were talking about a vote. They were speculating about who should be our leader. Jack said vainly, "I say I'm captain! Who votes for me?". The rest of the boys dressed like him  cheered but by the looks on their faces, it didn't seem as if voting for him was their choice. 

"Who thinks I should be captain?" Ralph interposed. Jack was filled with indignation when the crowd rose to a clamor for Ralph.

Even though it was obvious that Ralph was the leader, I still thought Jack was a good guy. I gazed out at the lagoon wondering where we are and when were getting out of here.