Blog 14- revision of "Blog 7-up the mountain."

"Stop! Ow!" Roberts’s snivels made me want to hurt him even more. When all the boys were attacking him, he became infuriated.

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 look 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. My desire to kill overcame me. The thought of blood spilling out of an open wound is all I could think about.

We continued up the mountain, passing by the ocean and flowers and 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 moonlight 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.

Opening statement

Opening Statements

There was lack of justice and order during the boys struggle to survive on the island. Two deaths of young innocent boys took place and we want to make certain that the boy responsible for these unfortunate deaths, face the consequenses.

Today, we will show you why and how Jack Merridrew is ultimatley responsible for these murders. After the boys plane crashed, leaving then deserted on an uncharted island. Ralph was democratically appointed leader, however Jack was given responsibility of head hunter. Ralph tried to establish an organized society, but had difficulty due to Jacks savage attitude. Simon and Piggy had a stong alliance with Ralph. Simons murder took place at a feast held by Jack, thinking that Simon was the mysterios beast, the boys attacked him on Jacks orders. They could have stopped attaking, innocent Simon, but couldn't resist feasting on his flesh.

Piggys death was caused by Roger pushing a boulder off the edge of Castle Rock. However, we know that Roger was under the complete control and instruction of Jack Merridrew. Jack gave in to fear, therefor so did his followers Jacks controlling nature influenced the boys in major ways.

Blog 13- revision of "Blog 8-KILL THE simon?"

Grey sky trickled down into the broken sea. Where 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 societies 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 and 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 and the sweet aromas of wild flowers. 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 hear 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 me 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.

Prosecution-Questions for the witnesses

Ralph:

1. How did your relationship with Jack change over the course of your time on the island?




2. What was Jack's role on the island?




3. Was his role his main focus on the island, or did he contribute to the other jobs on the island?





4. Can you describe Jack's actions as a hunter?




5. How did Jack influence the other boys in terms of hunting?




6. How did Jack treat the boys on the island?




7. Was there anyone who he particularly picked on?



8.Can you give an example?



9. Do you think this lead up to the death of piggy?

Piggy's Auntie:

1. Tell us about Piggy, what was his personality like?

1. Did he do well in school, was he a logical thinker?

2. Did he get in trouble much, with you or the school?



3. Honestly, was he a follower or a leader?



4. Did he have any medical conditions?




5. Do you think that these atributes could have affected him on the island?




6. You said that Piggy had social problems, when he was back at home, did the other school boys tease him?




7. So, do you think this probably happened on the island as well?




8. Do you think it could have happened so bad, that the other boys felt it was right to kill him?

Naval Officer-

1. Why did you decide to go to the island in the first place?



2.When you first arrived on the island, what seemed to be going on?



3.Did anyone take responsibility for the events that occurred on the island?



4. What were the other boys doing while you talked to Ralph?



5. Did you talk to anyone besides Ralph?



6. What did you talk about?



7. How many boys did there appear to be?

8. How many of them seemed to be in Jack's tribe? (wearing war paint)

9. What assumption did you make when you saw the boys on the beach with scars and spears?

Samneric-

1.What was your relationship with Piggy and Simon?

2.How did Jack treat you?



3.Were you at all involved with the death of Simon and can you explain what happened that night?



4.Were you ever attacked or injured by Jack and his hunters?

5. Can you describe when Jack stole Piggys glasses?

6.Can you describe what happened when and after Jack took you hostage?

7.Was Jack ever controlling towards you and the other boys?



8.What were Roger,Maurice and Robert like?

9.Can you explain how Piggy was killed?

10. What was happening right before the naval officer came?