Chapter 10: The Shell and the Glasses
Perspective: Piggy
I Hate Him!
Have I ever told you about how much I hate Jack? Huh have I? Well anyway I hate him so bloody much. I never did anything to him. Never! All I wanted to do was be everyone’s friend. He had to be mean to me because I’m fat and ugly and have assmar. I bet that he has problems too. But once he gets everyone on his side everyone starts to make fun of me too. Maybe he's just jealous because Ralph likes me best and that I stood by Ralph instead of going to his tribe. But I still don’t understand… why does he have to be mean to me? Can’t he be mean to a littlun or Simon or Ralph instead of me? Is there something about me that he absolutely hates? Theologically I think that Jack didn’t come from god..
I couldn’t believe what happened last night. I couldn’t believe that I let the evil take over me and we killed the poor Simon. I think he was right all along the beastie was among us. Its not real. Ralph and jack were wrong the beastie was not real the beastie was a dead pilot who got killed during the war. I couldn’t believe that Ralph and I let Jack take over us and he got us so caught up in the little song and dance. I can’t believe that we didn’t care about killing Simon until we actually noticed that it was him all along. I feel like I turned into a completely different person. I feel so guilty. Ralph, Sameneric and I couldn’t believe what we have done. It was an accident I believe and it wasn’t on purpose because it was so dark and we couldn’t see a thing. I feel so guilty that I denied that I was even a part of this. I said that I was outside of the circle just watching.
It was night and we were sleeping. I wasn’t able to fall asleep because I felt so guilty. I heard a noise from outside. Ralph kept on making a noise and I told him to stop. I could’ve sworn I was going barmy but I heard it again. But since the beastie was gone I felt purged. The illumination made Ralph confused and he didn’t know what I was talking about. Something came inside the hut. Ahh! I can’t see my glasses were gone I just kept on kicking and hitting and I didn’t care at all about my assmar. I was gone. We all looked outside and it was Jack and his little helpers with my specs.
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