Entry 4 - as the soldier who rescued the boys

After reading this poor lost boy’s journal I am Shocked at the utter wretched ness of the human raise.  He… this “Piggy”… was the only oasis of any sense at all in the void of chaotic… savagery that was this island.  Reading over the tragic happening presented in this journal I have witnessed not a freak occurrence but rather a testimony to what the world, as pretty and civilized as it may seem on the outside, is in truth.  We may live in comfortable houses and where our fancy “proper” clothing but we act out of maliciousness and never cease to war.  We all have a bit of the power hungry Jack or the brutal Roger.  Some more than others.  Yet still some less than others.  This is where I still see hope.  We have made it this far with good in but a few people, through this way Piggy will live on keeping a little amount of sanity in this insane world.  Piggy and Simon may have gone from this world but they leave a legacy of hope and reason.   These Nobel soldiers of sanity leave hope even for those who ended there struggle.  When I looked in the eyes of the evil doers on the beach I did not see the devil that was in them but children. Children who were in need of a savior…      They may now live the undeserved life they stole from Piggy but are not all of our lives undeserved?  I leave with that question.

Entry 3

I can’t believe he’d take my glasses.  I had my thoughts about the conch but not my glasses!  Hed always seemed so disinterested in the fire  but I guys I hadn’t realized hed need a way to cook his bloody pigs.  Him and his stinkin hunt!   You know after theyed done batty old Simon I knew we’d reached a new kind of evil. We’d broken a barrier of morals.  That’s what we’d… they’d done!  The very acute amount of common sense we pretended to have had been crushed and trashed like you would the stick of you lolly.  I don’t wanna see what they do next… after that wretched dance I had a chance to get away and think to myself.  I was tired and tryd sleeping but twas no use.  After an hour or two I decided to get some fruit and sit by the edge of the forest in the coolish night sand. After id eaten a good handful of them fruit I heard something rustle.  I looked and there behind a small bush sat a very young and defense less piglet. I thought it might have been one of the fat sou’s that we had eaten the dreadful night the fire went out.  I remember feeling the importance and value of life and at the same time… didn’t care.  This is all Jack’s fault. I didn’t like him from the start.  The first time hed ever spoken to me hed called me fatty! Hes always fighting can never be pleased never happy.  If he doesn’t have something to kill or abuse or simply make unhappy hes unhappy himself.  Must be a drag to go on like that; only having fun at others pain.  He never liked me and I never him!  I hate him I do! I wish hed just shut up some time!  I thought it was bad when took my broke my glasses but now hes taken them away completely! Only by guessing can I write this at all! He may be strong but id like to see him try and think like a man… like… like me!

Entry 2

I can not believe jacks nerve. He let out the fire. The fire. It’s the only way we can possibly get of this wretched island.  No one realizes the importance of it. Their just like jack concerned with nothing but meat and fun.  At least I was able to eat something other than fruit for once.  Id rather have been rescued by the ship than had a little meat but it was better than them fruit that’s for sure.  An now we at least have some stability with shelters and what not.  Id still liked to have been rescued. I miss auntie.  I thought jack has been nothing but bad for this island and the lot of us.  Now what with the fire an throwing away a chance for home I know he aint no good.  Not only that but he beat me! Punched me right in the gut he did.  Now my glasses is broke. I only have one lens.  That’s our only way for fire and there for our only way for rescue and he didn’t even flinch when he saw they was broke.  If that aint  proof that he don’t care one bit about getting of this island I don’t know what is.  No one even did anything either Simon was the only one who had enough decency to gimme my glasses.  I just don’t understand what goes on in jacks little red head. He don’t give a care for anyone but himself and his hunting.  It was painful just to sit and watch the distant boat float away. Our salvation one smoke signal away and all we could do was sit back and growl in distress. I cant believe it. Ill die on this island with broken glasses, burnt skin, long hair, and diarrhea. Ill die on this island. At least if jack can do anything about it anyway.  It aint fair that jack can throw away the rescue and salvation of the lot of us for just a little meat and bragging rights. All he wants is fun.  It was soggy and unevenly cooked anyway. No where near worth the trade of rescue.

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I wish I was back with Auntie! No one seems to like me here. Even Ralph, who met me first, favors Jack and Simon who he aint even know. It’s hot and no one listens.  What on earth are we s’pose ta do? Theres nothin good to eat. Alls I had has been fruit and it makes a wreck o’ my digestion.  I been half the time squatin in the forest!  Nothin ta wipe with the whole time neither!  All I want is some candy and maybe a cake or 2.  Then auntie can slowly read me to sleep.  Instead I must stay on this retched island! I hope aunties ok, what with the atom bomb and what not.  On top of all my misfortune He had to go and betray me not an hour after I asked him to keep it a secret!  I aint no damn pig! Im an English man just as they!  It aint fair! Its just as it were back at school! I aint nothin but a fat pig to them and if not that they call me fatty.  No aunty to comfort me, no bed, no cakes, no candy!   Even the young ones don’t respect me.  They wont shut up and I aint even got the names! Whats Ralph gonna think now? I’m the one who found the conch! Ralph didn’t even know how to blow the thing.  I should be leader I should be chief.! What are we to do?  At least its pretty here. Better ‘en the dull buildings back home.  Nothing but gray smoke. So many colors here. But its still too hot! And oh them fruit aint good.  They aint good spent half the time squatted in the forest. I want my loo back home. Used to spend most my time there t’was the closest thing I had as a friend, that and my books.  I miss auntie, hope she’s ok and not dead. Killed from that atom bomb.