
This island is the worst island iv'e ever imagined or been to. I am inscrutable by most of the choir or Ralph and especially Jack. The only one that seems to know how diffrent and intellectual I am, is Simon. I want to get off this island as soon as possible.. I know Ralphs dad isn't comin' so those suckers that think that he is better clear it off their minds. Also Ralph isn't the number one leader I mean yeah he thought about making a signal fire and Jack stole his "spotlight" but honestly the fire was useless. Also his little idea caused Johnny the small boy that thought he saw a beast... die. He is no where to be found and my hpothesis is he got burned in our fire or should i say ralph/jacks. This island is nothing but trouble one at a time the whole choir and younger kids will be lost if ralph the wanna be brain doesn't think of a plan that jack will pinch..Just like he pinched my glasses.
How could he just snatch them away from me like that its so not nice. I bet he pushed Johnny into the fire, Jack he only cares about saving himself and also never wants to hear what anyone else says especially me. If we were back at home in school I would be his number one target. Wouldn't be surpirsed if he has or will murder anyone. But then again if my auntie were here she wouldn't let jack touch or hurt me in anyway. I'd be protected and safe.. but here in the wild my luck is just like anyone elses.
I've been thinking alot these past few days about, many things. my auntie. if ralph is truly my friend or not. who will survive. when we will get rescued, and also it seems i've also been thinking about that kid named johnny. I mean not him well kind of I mean him being dead but also about what he had said... his last words. He spoke of this beastie could it be an animal or perhaps he woke up and saw a tree branch and got scared. Is this a clue... could it be that he was trying to tell us all something but we are being to stupid to realize it. Either way I wonder if there is such a beastie I mean after all we are in an uncharted island. Could it mean that we are never going to be rescued and turn crazy and illusinate things such as "beasties". If we never get rescues I think the thought would just, just be beastie!
Its hard to sleep when jack and ralph are argiung over their diffrences and I am bus trying to help us all. We must make little huts by the beach so when we need to sleep or need some time alone we could go into our group hut. MY ideas will outshine and hopefully Jack will begin to appreciate and listen to me and listen to me because they want to not because I am holding the conch. If I feel out of the group one more time I think I might need to just travel alone make myself a tent gather food for only me, and share my ideas with nobody, UNLESS simon decides to come with me... if he and I were the only ones of this island we would survive and be smart enought to figure out plans. So here goes I am going to tell the group my idea about huts and their warmth.
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