Lord of the Flies: Journal #7

Journal #7 by Ambar
Chapter #7: Shadows and Tall Trees
Perspective: Ralph

What’s Happening?

I have no idea what’s going on, well most of the time. We are on the hunt for this “Beastie” that suppose ably Sam and Eric saw during the night. I don’t believe that there is a “beastie” and I hate how the littluns are afraid of some kind of bad dream. I just want to get over with this and prove that there is no such thing as a “beastie” and we are the only living thing on this island other than the pigs and creepers and bugs. I can’t wait to show the littluns that there’s nothing to be afraid of and everything is going to be ok and we just need to relax and keep the fire going to have a better chance of being rescued.
I was daydreaming and I remembered the good ol’ days when there were moors around the house. And there was no war going on and there wasn’t even a possibility that I would be trapped on a deserted island. There is too much brine stuck to our bodies from going into the ocean. I remembered that once I got hurt in the rugger once and it hurt a lot. Whoa… I barely noticed that I was not paying attention to the other boys and there was a boar right in front of me. I had a spear in my hand and all I wanted to do was kill it because we were following a pig run so why not? The as I walked slowly, the boar growled and started to run towards me. I ran and I slipped and let the spear stab its snout. It ran away squealing. Hah! I have never been so proud of myself before. No wonder Jack always wanted to hunt instead of help out with the shelters… this is fun! It was bravado of me to have scared the boar away I’m so happy. Now all we’ve got to do is climb up the mountain. Some one should tell Piggy that we’re going to stay overnight. I didn’t really want Simon to go tell him because I’ve noticed that he’s been having “seizures” it scared me every time I saw him having one but someone has to tell Piggy…
I couldn’t believe how high the mountain is, it must take hours to climb it. I think that Jack and I should be the only ones to climb the mountain and the rest should stay behind. It’s a good thing that they didn’t want to go either. I have to admit, I was really scared. It turns out that Roger snuck away and joined us on this trip but at least we have someone to back us up. Sagely I thought that if we were standing up, the beastie would hear our footsteps and see us walking up the mountain. There was something moving underneath some kind of cloth we walked closer. It was the BEASTIE!