Journal #1

Chapter 1: Stranded

Ralph

We’re stranded. It’s official. Later in the day we went hiking and we witnessed nothing but the sparkling blue ocean against the crimson sunset lined with the horizon. The sight drained the suffusion from my face. Not only that, but there was no smoke or sounds of civilization. Mabye we’ll be found by other evacuating planes or boats. But on the inside I know we may be forging for ourselves for a long time. The crash was terrifying, I could hear nothing but the din of the flames, rebellious to our escape and growing stonger from their enormity. When we crashed I was trailed by a rather portly boy that wouldn’t stop complaining about his ass-mar. He introduced himself (or more so I named him) as Piggy. I don’t want to be malicious, but he’s a rather, oh whats the word, dork? Anyways, together we found a conch. When we first find it I was incredulous. Bloody hell good luck finding one of those in England. The Queen probobly has several, lucky bloke. It’s like a child to me. Piggy said I can blow it to call the others. After a few attempts it made a sound that would frighten the strongest of men. The conch is my lion’s roar, and with the roar came the cubs. Cubs indeed, for after a few blows, at least 20 boys arrived out of the forest. Each individual, but all the same type of small. As they walked towards me I felt a sense of purpose as if I had done the right thing. Suddenly amid the shouting and activeness of the little ones, I glimpsed a big dark creature. I thought of alerting the others to run, but then I realized it was merely a group of older lads in black cloaks. The cloaks were worn to give and project a sense of importance, but they must bloody idiots to wear those kinds of togs in this scorcher. I'm sure some of the younger boys shared sniggers at this sight. Their leader however, was one that would soon be an ally. He introduced himself as Jack. One of his followers was Simon, a rather quiet lad but he still had a sense of pateince; one that showed he was good-hearted. Jack wanted to be leader of us all, but I found it quite unfair. Who is he to make himself leader? Shouldn't everybody else get a say in it? Anyways, to my suprise they elected me as leader. Jack's eyes were becoming black as tar so quick as a wink I gave him his cloaked followers back. This solidifyed his resolve. Soon after we established order, we all agreed that me, Jack, and Simon would find out if we are on an island. Unfotunatly the answer is easily conveyed in the endless sea and sky that's smoke-free.....