Lord of The Flies Diary
Lord of The Flies Diary
I woke up about twenty minutes ago from this weird black-out state I must’ve gone into when the plane crashed. It reads so strange on the page, the words—the plane crashed. I was in a plane crash, and I’m still alive to write about it. Not that I have anything to write—I just blacked out, and woke up after an hour or so, I’m guessing. I was on a beach, and a boy was hovering over me, blocking out the sun. He was prodding me with his foot and saying over and over again, in a voice that sounded like a record on the wrong speed, "You alright? You there—alright?" He told me what had happened. Then I sat up and saw other boys in blazers like mine walking towards a far-off cluster of more blazers. The boy prodding me said someone had blown a megaphone. He hauled me off the sand, and together we made our way towards the group of boys.
So today was the first day on the island with all of the other boys. I expect we’ll be here awhile, unless we’re lucky and get rescued in a hurry. After awhile all gathered together and calmed down enough to listen to the boy who’d blown the megaphone—which really turned out to be this big shell he’d found. We had to chose a leader because we need some form of government or else everything will just be chaos and disorder. We voted Ralph as the leader. With the conch in his hands, he seemed like the most powerful one of all of us.
In order for us to figure out whether we would be rescued or not we had to find out if the island we were on was really an island or not. Ralph, Jack and I climbed up the mountains and saw that all around us was water therefore we were on an island and would need to make some sort of signal incase there were any ships that passed through.
On our way up the mountains we realized that there were pigs living on the island and since we can’t live on just fruit we need hunters to hunt the pigs for their meat. Jack and his choir have been designated as the hunters—maybe because they already seem like a pack in the midst of the rest of us, all disorganized and...