I'm on an island. (first entry)
I have no idea where I am or what is going on. One moment I am on a plane, the next moment I am in a jungle. At least I think it’s a jungle, I really have no idea though. I don’t seem to be too banged up from it; just a few scratches and bruises, nothing too serious. There is this really fat boy that I recall seeing on the plane that has found me, he keeps ranting about his aunt and his ass-mar. There is a clearing in the woods that leads to a beach which has led me to believe that I am stranded on an island. The fat boy who told me his name is Piggy found this strange shell and he keeps telling me to blow on it, something about it makes a noise if you spit in it and he can’t do it because of his ass-mar; turns out that it makes a really loud, trumpet-like sound. All of a sudden a whole bunch of boys start clambering in from the forest, a few of them I recognize from the plane, Piggy is gathering their names now. It looks like the youngest boy is around six, the oldest so far looks to be me. A group of twelve boys came marching in all military-like; it was kind of intimidating, but their leader, Jack, is really, disgustingly, ugly so it was all right. He said we needed to explore so myself, Simon (one of Jack’s boys, he passed out it was funny), and Jack went to explore the area. We walked along the shoreline and traversed all throughout the jungle, finding a mountain and finally concluding that we were stranded on an island. While we were exploring, Jack found a pig stuck in some brambles, but he couldn’t kill it because he hesitated and it got away. Since the boys voted me chief, I need to call a meeting to discuss rules and enact a plan for rescue.
