Blog 11- Bad British Boys

The heat of the ululating fire reached me as I walked father up the shore. The roar of the fire and the ship mixed made it hard to hear my own thoughts. Where were the people? Are they dangerous? I heard a running noise coming from the jungle and held my gun out in front of me, unsure of what was on it's way to the beach. A boy, who was visually unappealing came stumbling out. He collapsed in the sand and didn't notice me at first. When he did, he cowered so I put my gun down. He was covered in deep wounds and dirt. His hair was almost in dreadlocks and you could hardly tell the true color of his skin through the grime. A large group of other boys came weezing out of the burning jungle. The first thought than ran through my head was if there were any adults with them. I was surprised to hear there wasn't. All of the other boys were holding spears, and seemed less cut up then the first boy.

" Are you having some kind of war?" I asked.

"Yes." The first boy answered.

I was surprised to hear this because they were so young. I could tell they had been on the Island for a long time. But for such young British boys to have a war, and burn the entire island, seemed insane. All of a sudden the first boy began to cry. His cry became contagious, and soon all the other boys were weeping as well. I wanted to hug all of them so badly, and tell them it was going to be okay. But instead I turned away, because I wasn't sure that everything was going to be okay after all.

Once they were done, we heaved ourselves on to the ship. I could visualize what the other soldiers would think when they saw this group of messy boys. I would need the leader to elaborate on his story of what happened, so I could tell the other men.

Blog 10- Joust at the Castle

"Sam?"

"Yeah, Eric?"

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, and you?"

"I got punched in the face pretty bad. I'm bleeding a lot. What did they want from us?"

"I don't know-"

"-The conch?"

"No, they came for my specs."

"What are we going do? Piggy's glasses were stolen, Eric's face is a bloody mess and now, we don't, we don't have a fire."

We thought about what to do.

"We should go-"

"-And attack." We offered.

"That's a good idea." Ralph agreed,"We should bring spears, and take back Piggy's specs." We noticed that he paused, afraid of what we all know happened at the feast."We'll go, now." He said finally making up his mind.


The walk over there was intense. The small amount of rock to walk on, made it hard. Especially because we had to maneuver Piggy with us. As we got closer our fear grew and swelled up inside us. We were scared that what happened to Simon might happen to us also.


We made it to castle rock. They had formed a gate to their cave. They seemed so mighty and brave up there on that high look out. We shivered in fear as Ralph began to talk.

"Were is Jack?"

The other boys talked among themselves, deciding what to say to us outsiders. "He's out hunting, we can't let you in. Chiefs orders. What do you want anyways?"


"We've come to talk about the fire. And to get Piggy's specs back." Ralph said calmly.


Suddenly we heard footsteps and talking behind us. We sprinted behind Ralph and held onto each other in fear. We wondered why we had ever offered to come here in the first place.


"What do you want?" Jacks voice boomed. Piggy whined about being left sitting alone and blind. We felt for him because we wouldn't want to be in his situation.


Ralph started calling Jack a thief and then it all went down hill from there. They started fighting with spears. There was a great mix of blood and fear in the air. Making it a horrible scene. We stayed together. Not helping, but not hurting either. It was easier to just stay on the outside and hopefully not need to be involved.


Their fight kept going and going stabbing and jabbing each other. Yelling rude comments. In the background Jack's boys were cheering for Jack and the death of Ralph.


Piggy, who was still cradling the conch. Stood up and waved the conch in the air. "Let me talk! I've got the conch!" At that moment we new that something bad was going to happen.

First we heard it. Then we saw it. A giant rock cascading through the air. In a dead straight line towards Piggy. It was over before it had even begun. Piggy was with Simon. Out, dead, gone. The sight of his brains splattered over the rock made us gag. Yet it didn't even effect Jack and the other boys. We felt so responsible. We offered to come. And we didn't yell or do anything to warn Piggy about the death rock.

Jack's group surrounded us, to conquer was their goal.

"Tie samneric up." Jack ordered Roger. All the boys huddled around us. Our bodies hot and sweaty from the struggle. We were sitting there like fools. Jack went over to Ralph and slit him in the stomach.

He ran. He left us. It felt like my stomach dropped to the floor. How could our leader desert us like that? For a second I wondered if I should join Jack's tribe. But then we decided against it. Unless he forced us. Could he do that? We scooted closer together, as a promise that we would stick together no matter what happened.

Blog 9-Dear Auntie

Dear Auntie,

I'm so scared. So much has happened, that shouldn't have. Two boys have already died while we've been on the island. I could have stopped both of them also. First a littlun burned in the fire that I watched burn the whole side of the mountain. Then, the other night, one of the bigguns, was murdered. Jack and his hunters actually murdered him. I've been trying not to believe it, but it happened right before me. Even with my one eye, I could see exactly what was going on. Just the thought of it makes me shudder.

I remember the hunters awkward, gesticulate performance. Every stomp they made sent water flying. The rain seemed to be doing the dance with them. Thundering after every evil chant and dropping rain making clapping noises to go with theirs. I remember just being glad that I wasn't the center of attention.

When Simon crawled out of the forest, I thought he was the beast also. At first I was glad Jack was there to protect Ralph and I. But then I heard Simon's cries. Something about the beast on the mountain.

All at once, they smothered him. Jumping and ripping. The screams and shrieks filled my ears and my feet were glued to the ground. I wanted to help, I really did. I didn't want to admit to anyone, but I was scared. Ralph said he wasn't, but I'm sure he was. Jack has always scared me. But now I've seen what he can do and thats what scares me the most. I don't think the awful scene will ever leave my mind.

If that wasn't enough Jack came to our camp last night, and stole my specks. I cant see a thing.

We were all sleeping. I heard a rustle outside our hut, I thought it was the beast. It called my name. Ralph had to stifle my cries so they wouldn't know where we were. They found us though. They fight was brutal. I thought for sure they would kill us and take the conch. Why didn't they want the conch? Eric had blood al over his face. And Ralph was in a lot of pain also. And I can't see a thing! It was only today when the sun came up, and cast a phosphorescent glow on the ocean that I could see anything. I don't know how we'll ever make a signal fire without my specks, or me being able to see.

I hope that i'll see you soon. Love you,
Piggy

Blog 8- KILL THE Simon?

Grey sky trickled down into the broken sea. Were the two of them met, was hard to determine. My body drifted with the on-going waves. Thunder cracked and popped with every flash of bright lightning. The place I had recently called home slowly drifted farther and father away from me. Below me the earth’s peaceful underwater creatures made their own society's and colonies. Forming together, and breaking apart. Finding friends and foes, and figuring ways to escape the water’s frightful beasts. Soon my body would become a home or food for one of those creatures. I was glad that I was able to sacrifice myself for them. Just like how the pig sacrificed her life for the other boys and me.

Some say, when you die, your life flashes before you. Not for me. My life, more, unrolled itself in my head. I remembered all the way back to when I was with my mother and father. Their faces, which had blurred in my mind during my time on the island, were crystal clear. I remember hugging them, their warmth seemed to wrap around me as I slowly reached the white light. I remembered my dog’s playful bark. The way we used to run through the snow, like a pack of huskies. The deep blue sky surrounding us; millions of small lights brightening our open playground. Then came the crash. The big, powerful plane jolted and ran among those very stars I once gazed upon. Turning them into a great blob of colors and fear. I remember the scream that couldn’t come out of my mouth as the ocean got closer and closer to me. I knew I was going to die, right then and there. And for some reason, I was okay with it. I let the water swallow me; I let nature take me back to its depths. I remembered the voice that told me to keep swimming. It told me not to fear the island. But I shouldn’t have listened to it. Obviously, I was supposed to end up in the ocean, I just should have let it take me, instead of joining the corrupt society that waited for me.

The island images came with the movie as well. I remembered that first hike up the mountain, that Jack, Ralph and I made. I had no idea then what fights would fall between them. I remembered my secret place in the jungle. The butterflies that fluttered through the light blue sky. Then the blackened pig’s head rushed through my memory. I should have listened to her advise and not gone back to the beach. I should have been afraid and not tried to act mighty and powerful. The hunters’ unkind, perverted words and actions filled my mind, making me want to puke. Then I thought of, when I did puke, way up on the mountain. The smell of the poor parachutists rotting body came once again. I remember my joy, of figuring out the real story behind the bulging beast. All I could think of was telling the others. The thought of the pigs warning didn’t even cross my mind. As I stumbled down the mountain, my mind was steadfast, on telling the other boys about the“beast”. I thought of how happy they would be, to hear the good news. I walked tremulously over there, in the pouring rain, which made it almost impossible. As I got closer I could Jack’s cruel game of Kill the pig;their chants, rising over the sound of the storm. I never thought I would become the center of their chants. But as I crept out of the dark forest, the noises of the overhead storm and chanting boys overruled my good news. Suddenly my skin was tearing. The weight, of what I thought to be my friends, or acquaintances, pushed down on my frail, weak bones. Pushing my deeper and deeper into the sand. Their chants got louder and filled with pride. I could feel my warm, thick blood spilling out onto the sand. Dyeing it a deep red.

My last sight was the parachutist, flying out to sea, to join me in our watery, secretive grave.

Blog 7-Up the mountain

"Stop! Ow!" Roberts snivels made me want to hurt him even more. All the boys attacking him, infuriated him.

I pictured a pig, fat and juicy. Although Jacks actions seemed a little harsh, he was doing them, so I could too. Right? Everything was so confusing. I didn't want to like an outsider, so I pushed my way through the crowd and began to chant with them.

"Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!"

I am so glad that I'm not Robert, I thought to myself as the fight died down. I want to kill a real pig, not Robert, or someone dressed up in a pig suit. I want meat. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water. The need to kill a pig or something else overcame me. Whether it be the beast or a pig, I need to do it.

We continued up the mountain. Passing by the ocean and flowers. Dodging coverts in the soft earth. After a long walk we stumbled across a cliff that we missed before. A discussion about Piggy started. All the boys choose to go back to the beach with him. Except for Jack and Ralph. I stood there blunderingly, waiting to be seen.

The walk up the mountain seemed infinite. We didn't talk the whole way up the mountain. But we were all thinking about the same thing. The beast. Would it kill us? Is it even really there? I secretly wished that I went with the other boys to the beach, which was the sagely idea.

I knew Jack would be uncompromising, and make sure we killed the beast. I heard a noise above me, Ralph who was sitting next to me heard it also. It was Jack, "I saw a thing on top," he said frightened. "It bulged."

Ralph shook his head, "That's impossible, you must have imagined it."

At first I agreed with Ralph, but then I saw it myself. I thought it might be a giant frog or toad. Ralph convinced us to go and look.

We staggered up the dark mountain. Although it was night it was still warm. I shivered anyways. We got down on our hands and knees as we got closer, so not to wake him. Ashes from the fire blew in our faces making it even harder to see.

The moon light hit what looked to be a great ape. It was sleeping with his head between his knees. A loud wind rushed through the forest leaves and the giant creature awoke. It stared at us with its beady eyes.

I ran. Through the smoky ashes, down the mountain and on to the reassuring beach.

Quest 4-Interview with Piggy

Keep reading to learn about Piggy's thoughts of the island and the other boys.



Quinn-Although I don't know from experience, I'm guessing that being in a plane crash would be pretty painful and emotional. What were you thinking and feeling when the plane crashed?

Piggy-It definitely left a scar, emotionally and physically. The loud boom of the plane splitting is a sound that I will never forget. (Piggy takes a gasp of his inhaler) I remember being so stricken with fear and loneliness. Seeing Ralph on that first day on the island was so reassuring. Looking back on it, I almost wish that it was only me and him on the island. We could have skipped all the drama that occurred.

Quinn-What kind of drama are you referring to? The fire? The beast? I read the book, but I'm sure your side of the story is different then Simmon's.


Piggy-All of it. In the end the fire did play a very important role in our survival, but while on the island it caused more pain and struggle then preventing it. Also it caused so many fights. As you might remember Jack let the fire out to catch a pig.

Quinn- I remember that. Do you think the ship would have rescued you if the fire was going?

Piggy- That's a good question. Ralph really thought that the ship would have saved us, if we had the fire. Yes, they might have seen the smoke, but what are the chances? From that far away?

Quinn-What did Ralph do to Jack after he let the fire out?

Piggy-He didn't really do much. Not even after Jack socked me in the stomach, and broke my glasses. If I were leader, he would have been punished. That's the reason people kept breaking the rules, nothing happened to them if they did.

Quinn-Did you want to be leader? What would you have done differently if you were leader?

Piggy-I did want to be leader. I was smarter then all the other boys on the island. I would have payed more attention to the littluns. Especially because when we first made the huge signal fire, the little boy with the birth mark died. To this day I wish I could have saved him. If I was leader I believe I could have maintained the order.

Quinn-Do you think that conch played an important role in the order on the island.

Piggy- Definitely, I went by the rules of the conch. A lot of the other boys didn't though. Especially Jack. He was always bullying and hunting. That's all he cared about. Even if it meant hurting other boys. I heard about what happened on the beast hunt. When they basically hunted Robert.

Quinn-What were you doing while the other boys were hunting the beast?

Piggy- I was on the beach, watching the littluns that couldn't go on the hunt. I wasn't sure if it was because Ralph trusted me to be a leader, even if it was only for a little while. Or, if it was because the thought I would hold them back and slow down the hunt. None the less, I was a great leader. I helped them when the had nightmares about the beast, and I made sure they were all accounted for.

Quinn- I know you and Jack had some fights, but so did Ralph and Jack. Simmon wrote that Jack and Ralph fought over popularity, did you ever witness that?

Piggy- Oh yeah, for sure. I saw them fight over popularity all the time. I think that's the only reason that Jack even wanted to catch a pig. for sure it's the only reason he wanted to catch the beast. If there was no one to impress he would have been scared of the beast, not out trying to catch it.

Quinn-On the island, all the boys called you Piggy, how did you feel about this?

Piggy- You might think that I would have hated it, but actually, it made me feel more at home. Sure it gave me less power and made me more of a joke, but it reminded me of home, and that's were I wanted to be most.

Quinn-Your right I did think that you hated it. I wanted to ask you what you thought about the "Beastie"?

Piggy-At first I didn't believe in a beast, after Jack and Ralph said they saw one, I definitely believed in it. It caused such a scare for the littluns, just hearing their cries every night made me shiver.

Quinn-How did you feel when Jack and some of his hunters left the group?

Piggy- Although we could have used the extra hands, and there was a lot of littluns and not very many bigguns, I was relieved. Jack was horrible, not only to me, but to everyone. Having him gone lifted such a big weight off of my shoulders.

Quinn-That's all the time we have for today. Thank you for giving us the inside look on Lord Of The Flies.

Quest 1-Same Book

Same Book(to the tune of Same Girl)
Written by Molly Bersin & Quinn Butterfield

Hear the song

Molls-Yo Quinn
Quinn- What Up Molls?
M-I wanna introduce you to this book, think you'd really love this book.
Q-Yeah.
M-Girl it's so good.
Q-What's it about?
M-Some lost boys on an island and Ralph is their leader!
Q-Oh!
M-They have a signal fire, where's the kid with the birthmark? Plus they built 3 huts. Got a Beast on the island and it's really scary.
Q-Wait a minute, hold on Molls. Do they got a conch?
M-Yep.
Q-Catch a big fat pig?
M-Yep.
Q- Built some huts on the east side of the beach?
M-Yep.
Q-I can't believe this book.
M-Tell me what's wrong Quinn why are you sayin this? I'm your girl so just say what's on your mind?
Q-Girl I didn't know that you were talking 'bout that.
M-So you're telling me you've read it?
Q-Yeah I read it back in 8th grade with Mr.Shaddox
M&Q-(chorus) We've read the same book, same book. It was the love of my life and my potential favorite. Same book, same book. Girl I can't believe that we've been reading the same book, same book. I thought that they would all die but they've been survivin on the I. Q,M, man we've been reading the same book.
M&Q-See they landed on this island in the ocean. Oh! Jack was mad he wasn't leader. Oh! They got into a fight cause Jack let the fire out without hesitation. All of the littluns were having nightmares about the wild beast but it was really just Simon creepin.
{chorus}
M-Jack only wants to go huntin
Q-Are you talkin 'bout the pigs?
M-Mhm, I think that is so dumb.
Q&M-It's obvious that they are strugglin, strugglin. Cause constantly they're fightin, fightin. Don't like the way that Ralph's going 'bout it going 'bout it. Use the conch to keep some order and the fire to maintain hope.
M-Yeah girl, that's a plan.
Q-What do you think 'bout Piggy?
M-He is really smart, but kinda fat too
Q-He don't know what to do
M-Or else they'll be there forever....
{chorus}
THE END

Blog 5- Bed to Beach

Clouds fall heavily, pounding on my rooftop, then plummeting to their muddy non-existence. I lay in my unmade bed wondering my time away and looking out the smeared illegible windows. The birds don't chirp in the late morning, like they normally do. The unwanted silence gives me the shivers.

A soft melody begins to spin out of the pink machine. "...losing hope is easy, when your only friend is gone..." A cold wind blows through the room. A not so distant wave pounds on the beaten sand in a continuous motion of pain. All the noises seem as though their on the highest volume. A car splashes through a overfilled puddle, soaking a dog. A little boy falls off his bike and scratches his elbow. Common things, multiplied.

My room is a mess. Clothes are thrown everywhere. Over chairs and desks, under my bed and on my sink. A towel lays wet and rotting in the middle of the dirty floor. My little sisters toys are strewn around the room, desperately wanting to be played with. The bright orange color of my walls looks grey and the usually blossomed and beautiful flowers seem to be drooping as well.

The unstoppable drum roll of rain seemed to come to an end. Creating an eye catching rainbow that glistened in the now sunny sky. Dirty puddles, in the street, glowed in the magnificent sunlight. The smell of rain stuck in the air, but the unwanted dread of it was gone. Finally the sickness was treated.

I looked out my windows, to see a family of birds chirping their way through the hard and easy days of life. Their blue color was magnificent, and made me stare. I followed the three little birds to the beach. The soft sand warmed my cold feet. The cool ocean waves swirled onto the beach, creating a slow pattern in the sand. Kids ran around and laughed. The trees and grass looked brighter than ever.

I look down at my shirt. The bright colors make me dizzy at first, but then I revive myself and realize how pretty each color is. The green is like the plants that surround us. The blue is like the sky and the water that we see every day. The red is like the blood that pains us. The purple is like the passion we have for each other and our work. The yellow is for the happiness that we indulge in. I twirl around in the fresh air, and wish that I could have experienced it all before.

Night falls but I stay at the beach. Unlike the night before, my head doesn't throb and my stomach doesn't ache. The cool ocean breeze mixed with night air cools me. I look out at the sunset. The vibrant mix of colors fascinates me. The sky turned completely purple with hints of orange and yellow, seems so wrong yet so beautiful. I wish the sky could always look like this.

Blog 4-Smoke?

Smoke, smoke," I yelled in a shrill tone.
Piggy looked up at me, thinking of how irrelavent my sudden outburst was. I looked back out at the horrizon, hoping the ship I saw wasn't only a mirrage. I took off, running down the beach. The vibrant opalescent colors of the island began to gyrate around me.

The sharp branches scrached me as I sprinted towards the signal fire. As I got closer I relized that there was no smoke or fire. My heart skipped a beat. I stared at the warped wood incredulously. In the background I heard a malevolent chant, coming from Jack and his choir.
"Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood."

The song echoed in my ear as I climbed down the mountian.I could see a crowd of boys, hudeling around a large stick with something hanging from it. A pig? At first I was excited for meat, but then I remembered that they let the fire out and my face redened once again. The hunters danced around the pig, proud of their acomplishment. Every time they chented their hatfull song I got angrier.

Finally after a long hike down the mountian, my feet sunk into the warm, almost reasuring sand.

Jack started the conversation, "Ralph, Ralph, we caught a pig! Can you belive it? A real pig!"
All I said was "You let the fire go out," but I implied much more, and Jack knew it.
"It's perposterpous to keep it going."
"There was a ship." I boomed.

My hatred for jack grew and grew as he continued to brag about his pig capture. I could hear Piggy whine something in the background, but I ingnored it. I hated jack's grim look he had on his face the entire time we faught. He seemed asthough he was proud that he let the fire out. He got the attention he wanted, even if it was bad attention. He wouldn't stop talking about the pig and his struggle to catch it. All I wanted to do was sock Jack in the stomach for being so stupid, but he punched Piggy first.

His punch seemed as though it was in slow motion. I wish I did something to stop him. HIs fist squished into Piggy's vulnerable stomach.

"OW. Stop it!" Piggy yelled at Jack.

His whines only motivated Jack to do more. He wacked him on the back of his head. His glasses went flying and crashed into the corner. Piggy went off to look for them, whinpering the whole time. I oculd hear Piggy whimpers as he looked for his glasses that flew off from the impact. I looked at Jack and the pig in even more disgust.

The smell of pork filled my nostrils. It reminded me of being home at diner. I couldn't resist having some, eventhough I hated what Jack had done. Everyone was eating excpet for Piggy. I didn't think that he would have the nerve to ask for some, but he did. His confedence suprised me. He must have fallen for the same amazing smell that I had. The pig was chewy and raw. But tasted wonderful compared to the fruit i had grown used to.

Blog 3- Hunter

Cold sweat drips down my sunburnt back as I stalk the fat pig. The sun glimmers in the pigs eyes, he sees me. I jump up, dodging the long tendrils and sharp barbs, breaking through an aromic festoon. The wind rushes through my long hair and dries the sweat on my face. The image of meat is the only thing that keeps me going. It turns a corner, out of sight. I stop and gasp for breath. The opresive heat makes me need water. I find myself making my way back to the beach in search of water. I finally get to the beach and look out at the inscrutable depths of the ocean. Ralph gives me a furtive glance, so I walk over there and ask him for some water, wishing I could flaunt my victory which had unfortunatly not occured. I told Ralph about my wanting to catch a pif before leaving the island, he seemed bewildered by my request. If I were leader I would make everyone help hunt and we would already have meat to last us years. Ralph insists on making huts which aren't going to feed us. I wish the other boys had voted me leader. I could have had so much power. Instead Ralph and that stupid piggy have all the power.