Chapter 2: The Bloody Fools
Piggy
Idiotic simpletons. Because of their officious and errant behavior a small boy's body lies lifeless in an inferno. After we all met and introduced eachother, we decided that to maintain order we will have a system for speaking. The boy who wishes to speak may hold the conch and won't be interupted except by Ralph. Ralph. I don't know what to think of him. He wishes well, but it's thanks to him my day was filled with nothing but martyred incidents. He didn't care what I said, he still told everyone to call me Piggy. Then again, Jack is five times worse. He induced everyone not to listen to me, and now look what happened. After deciding the system, Ralph decided we should find a way to attract nearby ships or planes with a fire. Jack, the malicous bloke, got all the boys filled with an ebullience that always follows careless error. They rushed to get to the mountain, ignoring the obviously urgent fact we had no shelter. I made my way through the jungle after them. Stampeding like elephants they clambered all the way to the mountain. Chaos being maintained, I found myself simply sitting, out of choices. I helplessly watched as they started to pile dead and mossy wood on the peak where, according to Simon, they stood triumphant only one or two hours ago. Now as the stack reached toward the sky like an oblivious hand, I knew this wouldn't turn out good. Suddenly my grim thoughts were punctured by a shout, "HIS SPECS". Apparently while I was spaced out they realized they had no matches. Too bad they went crazy and pinched my specs to atone for it. Animals, they griped and groped for my specs and that cruel Jack swiped the specs. This was crossing the line and I spoke up. Give me back my specs I told them, but then Jack just told me to shut up and called me fattie. I took the conch from Ralph and shouted, "Look, I have the conch so listen and stop talkin-" suddenly I was cut off by Jack's harsh cry "SHUT.UP. YOU FATSO!". There was nothing I could do, my emotional state bruised, I piped up. I stood, blinded, miserable. A figure, Ralph, gave me back my specs, and my harsh look had no effect on his emotionless face. The deed was done, and the fire flared, a majestic volcano. Even I was awestruck at the fountain of flames reaching for the heavens with every spark flying until fading into the world. I regained myself thought and as I glanced at the annoying creepers that populated the island's jungle, I saw a spark, not quite obliterated by the air, and before the impending consequence of this whole venture came, I announced to them all about their mistake, and how the pay would be harsh. I suddenly realized the small boy with the mark that I had taken a liking to was gone. "WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS THE BOY YOU DIDN'T BOTHER TO KEEP TRACK OF?" I shouted. On the inside I knew he was capering the forest, oblivious to his incoming doom. Defeated, I sat and escaped to my mind. In this position, I couldn't help but ask why I came to this position. Why don't they just listen? Why do I always get teased for being me? Why did we get shot down out of the hundreds of other evacuating planes? And most of of all when will I finally be free, not just of the island, but of the teasing, the ignorance, and the loneliness. I miss the warm hugs, the whispering "Don't worry my child, you are a smart lad and you should never forget it", the selfless sparkle in the brown pools of warmth. Oh Auntie, where are you?
