This Belongs To Us!

I open my eyes, blinking vaguely, trying to register the place that sorrounds me. It's all jungle, only trees and a beach. I soon remember the plane rising up in the sky, the plane full with other boys that were evacuated from England because the war was getting "dangerous"; at least that's what Daddy told me. The next thing I know, I'm here trapped in this stupid place I can't recognize. It seems that I'm lost; where are the other kids? I'm able to stand up within the next few minutes and make my way toward a lagoon. Soon, I hear another boy's cry; he wants to catch up to me. I look at him amazed, he's very weird and fat and wears spectacles on his eyes. He seems to be startled and only cares about the man with the megaphone. And then he goes on saying how this place is supposedly an island and there aren't any grownups around, and about how all the rest of the kids should be around somewhere. He's very smart indeed, and makes me realize that since there aren't any grownups there are no rules to follow either! That's the most important thing, but he worries about the pilot and about how we were attacked while we were on the plane. Atleast now I know how we got here: we were attacked. Pretty interesting.

The fat boy is called Piggy. He says he doesn't want to be called that but it's perfect for him, suits him well; he will stay with that name. He keeps on talking about this ass-mar sickness and about his Auntie. He's a total bore, unlike me; he's fat probably about my same age -I'm 12 and strong, but I'm no devil, I know where I stand. By the way, my Father is a commander in the Navy; he'll come save us, that's the only thing I'm positive about. Look! What is that? A thing's shining on the beach; a conch shell. I will use it to call the others! Piggy can't blow because of his ass-mar. Sucks to his ass-mar! I take it to my lips and blow on it hard. Many of the boys start appearing on the beach and walk towards the platform where I'm standing. A group of marching boys wearing black cloaks and caps. Jack Meridew is their leader, he is a little taller than me; he says they are the choir. 

Piggy is being a total bore again especially with Jack and I think no one really likes him. I told everyone his name was Piggy and they all laughed at him; I hope he's not mad or anything. Anyway, I decide that we need a chief to lead all the boys in the island. Jack claims he needs to be chief because he can sing C sharp but no-oh; they ellect me!!! I give Jack the right to control his choirboys, though, and they will be the hunters in our group. Jack, Simon, and me have just gone off exploring to see if the island is really uninhabited. I leave Piggy behind and I think he feels replaced, but whatever! I have Jack and Simon now, what could go wrong? We find a high mountain and climb to the top. This belongs to us!

- Ralph