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!