Lord of the Flies: Journal #2

Journal #2 by Ambar
Chapter 2: Fire on the Mountain
Perspective- Piggy
No YOU shut up
I absolutely hate it here. Everyone is so mean to me just because I’m a "little" heavy. Ralph told everyone that I’m piggy so that made me so mad; I hate it when people call me piggy. When Ralph and that stupid Jack and Simon came back, they confirmed that we are on an island. If people are going to come and rescue us, we need to make a signal that we are here. The poor little kid with a birthmark on his face he was too scared to tell Ralph that he had seen a beastie. I wasn’t even able to induce him to speak aloud. It scares me to think about it. Is there actually a snake “thing” out in the forest that could kill us? It gives me the chills.
But once Ralph gave the idea of making a fire to signal the people who would soon “rescue” us, the boys started capering and rushed to the woods to make the fire. I didn’t think that this was a good idea especially that Ralph wanted to start the fire in the woods! Every single time i wanted to tell the group that it was a bad idea Jack told me to shut up. I just wanted to recriminate and scream at him as loud as I could “No you shut up!” but that would’ve been a good influence on the little ones, and I wouldn’t be able to do it because of my asthma. The little ones were errant when I told them to stop and it’s not a good idea. They all ran into the woods to create the fire and they left me alone. I followed them shortly after Ralph had left.
Everyone was gathering wood so they would be able to light the fire. I couldn’t believe it are the little ones actually following the orders? “Hey piggy do you have matches?” Ralph asked. I shook my head. “Hey use his glasses!” Jack exclaimed. They pinched my specs and a spec of smoke was coming out of the woods. I couldn’t believe my eyes, they started a fire. The fire started spreading around the woods and the little ones cheered. I thought about the little kid with the birthmark on his face, he wasn’t there. I told them that the kid wasn’t there and if he wasn’t there then there must be more out there too. I martyred because of the smoke. Everyone was silent the kid was dead.