Notes: Aged up the major characters, reader will be the same age bracket as the boys. Sbsolutely NO SMUT, nuh uh.
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Your skin is burning, back itching as you squirm from the heat, you feel something poking in your back, moments later, you hear voices around you, whispering, yelling, little mumurs.
You groan, frowning as the noise increases. You feel something poke your leg, something sharp, something—
"Ouch!—" you sit up in contempt, your eyes squint as you try to adjust to the light, a very bright light.
"C'mon! There's another one here!"
"Not someone! It's a girl!"
Another groan emits from you and you cover your eyes from the scorching sun, you see shoes of small sizes on the ground where you're sitting, forming an almost circle around you.
"Wot?! A gorl?!"
You clutch your head, where are you? Who are these.. people?
Are they kids?
"Are you alright miss? Are you injured?" You squint when you look up to the source of the voice.
"Of course she's not alright douche bag!"
"I'm.." your throat is parched, voice cracked and ugly. You swallow a wad of saliva, it scratches your trachea, but at least not as dry as it was earlier.
"Who.. what.." you mumble, looking around, you look down and see your hand clutching the sand.
Sand?
You're at the beach?
What..
But—
"Weren't we on a plane earlier?" You ask, massaging your forehead.
"Finally. she speaks." You feel venom ooze out when he said it. Though you couldn't care less why and who it was, you abruptly stand up, the crowd nearest you gasps like you performed some magic trick in front of them.
"Wait, don't stand up too fast—"
You ignore the people now behind you as you stagger and fight for balance, clutching the side of your head, finally getting a clear view of everything, of the place.
The waters grow bigger as you approach, your foot getting caught on a stray wood, you stumble and fall to your knees in the waters, your hands catch you in time before you face plant.
You were in an airplane. Were. You're in an island, maybe abandoned, or maybe uncharted, you didn't know, all you know id that you have to calm yourself before you vomit your breakfast.
You glance back from the corner of your eye and see them forming a half circle around you, they're quiet, except for the whispers and mumurs that seemed to go on for so long.
Finally, you shakingly stood up, your right knee going up first, then you pushed yourself on your left knee and stood straight, barely
You huff, straightening yourself, patting your clothes from all the dirt and sand, your shoes and socks are wet as the tides roll in methodically, you turn to them to which they quickly straighten, you can see them more clearly now, you could almost laugh at how robotic their stances look like, especially the boy with glasses and pink cheeks, he holds a conch at his side.
There's a lot of little ones too, an overwhelming number of them.
You frown. "Where's the grownups?" You yell as you approach them, waves too loud to be just talking.
"W-we were about to check in the mountains," the conch boy stutters.
You stop in front of them, here, you can see the variety of boys you saw on the airport strip.
"Mountains?"
"Yeah," a taller boy beside conch boy answers. "Some- well most, landed there, inside the forests."
You nod, a little boy catches your attention, he slinks beside another little one with a birthmark on his face, oh your heart, they look so small.
"If you want, you can come?" He gives you a weak smile, shrugging, the conch guy elbows him thinking himself discreet, the taller one kicks his foot in return.
The conch guy clears his throat and extends his hand to you. "Anyway, what's ya name?"
You smile and take his hand, telling him your name, the others around you say it back.
"My name's—"
"Piggy is what we call 'im," a guy wearing a too long cloak and a funny hat stands forward, the crowd parting for him, blond locks lighting up under the sun.
"Isn't tha right, Piggy?" He playfully slaps conch guy's arm.
You ignore him, turning to the tall guys beside the conch.
"What's your name?"
"Oh— Ralph," he shakes your hand all the while the funny hat guy glares at your head.
"Well, who's going to the mountain?"
"Uh, Me, Ralph, Jack, and Simon," Conch guy points as he goes.
"Those are kids names," Jack says. "Why should I be Jack? I'm Merridew," you hear a groan from conch boy.
Jack. Fits his rude face. Simon gives you a small smile which you reciprocate.
"This is an island isn't it?" You ask.
"I climbed a rock," Ralph said slowly. "And I think this is an island."
Your eyes land on the little ones again, you sigh and look back at the waiting boys.
"I'll stay here," you hear a small yay probably from one of the littles, Ralph and Conch nods at you. "Maybe forage for food—"
"Forage?" Jack quips, but before anything comes out of his mouth, you retort. "Yes forage. The kids might be hungry."
"Tch," he rolls his eyes and motions for Simon to follow him, they disappear behind the crowd. "All right, choir. Take off your togs."
"Yes!"
"Finally."
"It's so hot.."
A bunch of them quickly shrugs of their 'togs'.
The crowd quickly turns into a loud talking mess, conch tries to take their attention but none of them are hearing him.
"Everyone, quiet!" Ralph yells, he extends a hand out to Conch for the shell, Conch hands it to him then he lifts it up. "We ought to have a Chief to decide things."
"A chief, a chief!"
"I ought to be chief," Jack announced from the back, once again, the crowd makes way for him, opening to another circle. "Because I'm chapter chorister and head boy. I can sing C sharp."
You frown, flabbergasted at the gall of him.
The crowd bursts into noise once again.
A moment passes and a guy wearing the same clothes as Jack speaks up.
"Let's have a vote."
"Yeah!"
"Vote for chief!"
"Chief chief!"
"Him with the shell." You speak up, and suddenly, all eyes are on you. You cringe and fiddle with your nails.
"Ralph. What about him being the chief with the trumpet thing?"
A beat goes and another clamor starts. Ralph raises his hands for silence.
"Alright, who wants Jack for chief?"
In obedience, the choir raises their hands.
"Who wants Ralph?"
Everyone, besides the choir raises their hands. Ralph counts them.
Jack frowns.
"That's not fair! They knew you already and they hardly knew me at all!"
"The votes happened, Jack" Simon says, nodding his head. "We can hardly have another.
"Ralph is chief."
The circle of boys as well as you broke into applause, even the choir applauded, you see Jack in the corner of your eye, his mouth opens but nothing comes out of it, then, he begrudgingly sits down as the crowd celebrates, sending Ralph a mean glare.
Ralph glances at him, trying to think of something.
"The choir belongs to you, or course."
"They could be the army—"
"Or hunters—"
"They could be—"
The defeat drains away from Jack's face. The choir eagerly discusses a name for them.
Ralph waves for silence once again.
"Jack will be in charge of the choir. They can be— what do you want them to be?"
"Hunters."
Ralph nods, the choir celebrates and hi-fives ring around the air.
"Then it's settled yeah? Four of us will go to the mountain." Ralph turns to you.
"And you'll stay here to find fruits, if you need help, you can ask the boys okay?" You nod and give him a thumbs up.
Not a moment later and they begin to depart.
"Stay safe and come back as four." You call after them, waving as they disappear from your line of sight.
discovered today that wikipedia traces the origin of the word “lox” solely to german with no mention of yiddish this is BASE ERASURE and ANTISEMITISM and IT WILL NOT STAND
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