Ralph's Island

"When a group of schoolboys are stranded on a desert island, what could go wrong?" *English II Project*

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Jack's Inferno

I am fuming (no pun intended). Jack and his tribe tried to corner me on the island, but I was obviously too quick for them. To solve their problem, they decided to set the WHOLE island on fire… TO CATCH ME! Like what? God, they’re such idiots. They would’ve been dead by now if I hadn’t been elected chief that day. He influenced them so much that the sweet boys from the plane crash have turned into savage, chaotic animals. I felt bad for them until I remembered that they tried to burn me AND the island. Dummies. It truly irritated me that their greed for power and control took over their rationality. Who burns an entire island—in which we are captive—to catch an innocent boy? Just seeing the flames taking over everything around me reminded me of the hope I had once had for this island and for our group. Their conflagration destroyed all hope and beauty. While doom and apprehension ensued, my eyes were drawn to the elegance of the inferno: a beautiful destruction.

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The Fade Heard from Across the World

So, I tried to come to Jack to tell him to give back Piggy’s glasses and that we need to work on getting off this damn island. I had my whole speech planned out and everything, but then, Jack had to screw that all up. He kept arguing with me and being a stubborn prick. He is so yeah, I called him a thief, but that was only because he kept ticking me off. His head was just filled with violence and brutality, but I just want us all to get off this island safe, keeping as much of our sanity as possible. I should’ve known he’d turn out like this, to be fair. Well, he’s always had a tyrannical glaze about him ever since we met the choir. All he wants is to lead, but then he leads everyone to their demise just because he wants everything his way and nothing else. At this age, one wouldn’t expect a preteen to become as ruthless as a dictator, but Jack defied such odds. This also made me wonder why he’s so violent. I mean, how is a young boy so devious and murderous? It doesn’t compute me, honestly. Usually, one would see this kind of behavior from a sociopath, but not a kid. Is that normal? Are we supposed to act like that under these circumstances?

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Fly High Simon

The night after they killed Simon, all I could think about was how scared he must’ve been. Yeah, he was scary with that pig head on him, and yeah, he shouldn’t have scared us like that, and he had it coming, but they went too far. Poor Simon was just as scared as we were. We were only protecting ourselves, right? We didn’t know it was him until after. After all the kicking, blood, groans, and growls. Piggy says we didn’t do it. It was an accident, he had it coming, he said. Yeah, right, fatty; nothing about that was accidental. They all beat him up not only because he startled us all, but because they wanted to. They were just waiting for the perfect moment to hurt something, to kill something, and steal the life from its eyes. But I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I am never going to become one of those savages. If I do, so help me, God.

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Beast? Yeah, right.

So, there I was: brushing my fingers through my hair, reminiscing on how clean I was weeks ago, when I heard that the littluns started spreading word of something falling from the sky. They said it landed on the mountain, but no one knew what it was. So many of the littluns feared the mysterious figure, so as chief of the island, I had to investigate it.

They are suggesting that there is a monster on the island—a “beastie,” they call it—but I do not agree. I mean, logically, whatever beast the littluns described is most likely fictitious. The only possible explanation for what they saw is some kind of animal, like a bear or something of the sort. Perhaps it is another young boy finally approaching the rest of us. But a beast? I mean, what kind of beast could they be referring to? I think the effects of the island are starting to bleed into the boys’ psyches.

I feel empathetic towards them. We were all with our families mere days ago, enjoying life as it was; then we were all stripped of such luxury. We are now isolated on a random island and have no way of getting out. It is tragic, our predicament. Even so, I am afraid of who we will become. Afraid of what we will become. Pure, innocent prepubescent boys met with a tragic end as we all go utterly mad on this rock.

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Big Chief Dawg Ralph

God, seeing this many boys is really overwhelming. The island feels foreign, and the boys even more so. During the first meeting of us all, we had a vote on who should be our chief between Jack and me. The choir wanted their leader, Jack Merridew, to be chief, so they were the only ones to vote for him. Seeing all these random boys choosing me as the one to lead the group invoked a drive to protect these littluns and biguns. Even back home, I never really had a drive to do much of anything. But on the island, it gave me a purpose and a goal instead of my previous life of monotony. Hopefully, I will not let these kids down in the end.

Oddly enough, being on the island does not seem so bad. Yes, I am here with these random boys, and there are no adults, but this may prove an excellent opportunity to become responsible and not rely on our parents. We also have this time to do whatever we want without the adults here. We have the whole island to ourselves, and I think we will do just fine in navigating it. My only hope is that the parents return soon. I do not want to find out how crazy these boys get when they are isolated from society. Or maybe I am more fearful of how crazy I will become.