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?