Monday, September 28, 2009

Chapter 4: Painted faces and long Hair

I feel that it is harder to get along with other boys than in England, like Ralph,

he always yells at me. There is also only one balm for lack of nutrients, meat, and

now that I have found some Ralph is made at me.

I feel the littluns are useless. They are more like people that are on the island

to take up space and give the false illusion of having a kind of town on the island. But

really all they do is blatantly play and leave everyone else to work alone.

The littluns spend there time playing around. Some act malevolently to each

other, throwing sand in on another’s eyes, but they are always having fun.

I paint my face so that the pig won’t see me. He doesn’t smell me he sees me.

But my face paint worked and gouts of blood erupted from the pig. Then I slit it’s

throat.

That I will probably lead my hunters to become belligerent. I will probably

lead many other pig kills and fights and I will become a real warrior.

I feel like I can do whatever I want and get away with it. The paint makes me

feel like I am somebody other than Jack, and I live without fear or care when I wear

this paint.

The ship doesn’t see us on the island because I was to busy killing pigs, at

least that’s what piggy said. I got even with him though. I just needed all the hunters

to kill the pig and form a complete circle around the pig. I didn’t mean to let the fire

die.

The fire went out because I needed to hunt and get meat. I needed the whole

group to bring down the pig and if there was anyone left to watch the fire, we

wouldn’t have caught the pig.

I lead the hunters in there chant because I was the one that killed the pig, and

cut her throat. They hunters are singing about what I did.

I like to kill because I want to eat meat. There is not enough nutrition in the

fruit we eat to keep us alive. I also like to lead the hunters since I am not in charge of

the boys.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Chapter 3: Huts on the Beach

Chapter 3: Huts on the Beach

I think it is important to have shelters for the little ones because if the rain

comes again, there will be many vicissitudes because we will have no place to sleep

in the rain or escape from it.

The hunters are supposed to hunt, and keep the fire going because that is the

only way off the island. Everyone else should follow Ralph and what he says, but

only I listen to him. The little ones just bathe all day and have fun.

The jobs aren’t carried out because the hunters are always hunting and not

keeping the fire. Jack is very inscrutable. Jack is really obsessed about killing, and

doesn’t care if the fire goes out. The little ones get to bored with working on projects

with Ralph and do other things, and me and Ralph can’t build it all by ourselves.

I think making the shelters is the most important thing we can do on the

island. We need to make them opaque so we can escape the sun and the rain.

I think I am a good helper to Ralph, and I like helping everyone on the island.

I have sudden compulsion to do certain things, like wander off, but I know that I

must do what I can to help.

I think Jack will become rapt in killing so much that he will forget to keep the

fire going. Then he will catch something, and not notice a ship on the horizon, and

when Ralph sees the ship and yells at Jack, jack will break away from the conch and

its rules and start hunting people.

I went off the trail because I wanted to see what was there and It looked

really beautiful. I really liked the meadow.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Chapter 2: Fire On The Mountain

I think this is a very bad island. There is a little kid who said that there was a

beastie. Then when jack said to light a fire everyone did. They stole my specs, and lit

up a lot of our island. Then everyone blamed me for not knowing how many kids

were on the island. The whole island makes me mad.

The beastie is a snake I think. The little kids probably just saw some rustling

in the bushes, and freaked out about nothing. They are just like kids.

I think the beastie symbolizes everything that is unpredictable on the island.

There is no real danger of being attacked by creatures but the island makes you

think that it is a vicious place when it is really a peaceful place.

Honestly I think that there is no beastie on this island because it is too small

to have anything really big live on it. Even if there was a beastie, Jack and his

hunters will find it and kill it.

I think the only way to get off the island is to light a fire and use the smoke as

a signal. I wish they hadn’t pinched my specks though. I would have given them my

specs if they had asked.

I want to get off this island as soon as possible because there are too many

kids capering about. They aren’t really worried about getting off the island quickly

like me.

I didn’t really do to much to start the fire. But they did steal my glasses to

light the fire which was a really important part. When they stole them I was

Martyred, because I couldn’t see, only blurs.

I think the little boy with the mark on his face died. He was probably filled

with ebullience like all the other kids, until he saw the fire was all around him.

I think I am different from all the other boys because I am really officious

towards Ralph but not towards Jack. Most of the older boys follow Jack, and the little

ones do nothing but play.

When I go to sleep every night, I feel really sad because Jack yells at me all

day, and nobody listens to me when I have the conch, even Ralph. I feel lonely too,

because I have no real friends.