chapter 2 - LOTF

chapter 2 - LOTF

chapter 2- fire on the mountain
perspective- piggy

UP IN FLAMES-

"Shut up Piggy!" Ever since we put Ralph incharge, it seems like him and Jack are always batting it out with eachother; trying to put eachother out with eachothers ideas just because Jack wasn't voted as "captain" of the group. Back and forth non stop, and then when I try to make a recrimination or suggestion, they just blow me off cause im the "fatty" and am just slightly overweight than some of the other kids here. I hate this. Ralph keeps saying that his dad is going to magically apear and rescue us from this island which I beleive is like a lost island, and is always TOO officious. One of the choir told us about a beastie, a snake-like-thing, that haunted him, and when Ralph briliantly suggested that we start a fire, the choir went mad and was totally errant all the way up the mountain! (including the boy who told us about the beastie. I really hope nothing happend to anymore of the choir or Jack and Ralph, but they have just really been irritating me lately. Ralph induced the rest of the boys, here on this islend, with the idea, that who ever is holding this conch, is when the rest of the group has to listen to the person but with only one exception of an intureption; himself (Ralph) . When I picked up the conch, they completly ingonored my pressence being there and went on as if I never had spoken. I was really frusturated by the thought that nobody cared, OR cares, if I talk or give my opinion on anything. And it all started when Ralph and Jack started calling me Piggy. When all the choir set off to start the fire, I was set the task to take roll of how many youth there were on the island so we could make sure we had everyone each time we had a meeting. But NOOO.... they just ran off like a herd of gazels and bolted towards the forest. Then whos fault was it for not counting them? Me. I was trying to catch up with them but it felt like my asthma was catching up to me right then because I was suddenly gasping for air. By the time they pinched my specks and used them to set the whole forest in an up roar of blazes, I was furious. After the forest was glowing with a variety of reds and yellows, everyone realized that it was time for the Pig to speak his thoughts.