Dear diary, This morning I walked in utter dismay and horror when I found myself alone on an island with no sign of human life. After walking and shouting for what seemed like a lifetime, I heard the cries and commotion of the undergrowth. Upon further investigation, a short, pudgy boy crawled out sobbing uncontrollably and calling loudly for his aunt. After asking his name several times he finally blurted out "my friend called me Piggy". After talking to Piggy for a while it seemed to me that he was a bit pampered by his aunt who he lived with. Piggy couldn't run due to asthma, so we had to walk. We walked and walked until we came to a lagoon. We both felt an inner excitement under the shell of apprehension as we jumped and splashed each other completely unaware of the situation we found ourselves in. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get an original essayPiggy came out of the water and lay down gasping for breath before calling my name. From his I could sense that he had discovered something. I ran and found Piggy vigorously stuffing his face with fruit, he had found a group of fruit trees. I sat next to him and ate more fruit than I had ever eaten before. The fruit was yellow and its shape resembled that of a pineapple. We lay in the shade and talked about our families as if we were on a day-long expedition, none of us seeming to realize the mess we were in. We began walking again, a look of excitement and adventure spread across Piggy's face while at the same time I couldn't help but detect an air of worry and unhappiness as he spoke. He talked about his aunt several times and every now and then he told me what he would have done if he had been at home. As we walked I noticed what at first glance appeared to be a rather large shell. Piggy told me it was a conch and said that if you blew into it you could hear a loud noise that sounded like a cow mooing. His aunt had one and told him they were worth a lot of money. Piggy taught me to blow into his conch, his aunt wouldn't let him blow into his conch because of his asthma. From the bottom of my lungs I blew into the conch to get a somewhat deafening sound ringing in my ears. As I played, I was amazed to see masses of kids, young and old, emerging from the bushes in every direction. I could see that some of the kids didn't look like they were much older than four or five, while many looked closer to teenagers, but one thing we all had in common was that we were all stuck on this island together for the foreseeable future. As order began to establish itself, I felt that, as one of the older boys, my role was to act as temporary leader, but to my surprise it was Piggy who was the first to seek calm. One of his first tasks was to hold a vote to select a leader. I was selected to take part in the vote together with a boy called Jack, a short boy, with brown hair and a face covered in freckles. When the vote was cast, everyone except the choir voted for me, so it was decided that I was in control of my own island with its own population. I gave Jack the chorus and they took on the role of the hunters. Another boy who quickly earned everyone's respect was Simon, a thin, lively boy with short, blond hair. For the rest of the day life on the island would be hectic with everyone looking for a place to settle down for theNight. As dusk began to fall, I was looking out at the surrounding ocean reflecting on the day's events when suddenly I was hit with the stark reality that I was on an island with boys I barely know with little to no hope of being rescued and I know deep down that I owe it to both myself and other kids to try to succeed in the circumstances we found ourselves in. It was like a hammer blow to my heart when the thought of seeing my family and friends became a vivid fragment of my imagination. Wednesday 3 April 2000 Dear diary, life on the island today was pure hell. So far the younger boys have managed to put out the fire and Jack's hunters have not managed to kill any pigs for food. I feel totally devastated. Any hopes I had of being saved seem to have died in the fire. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of my father coming to get me. I've called a meeting to restore some order and control. Jack made his feelings perfectly clear by not attending the meeting and by ordering the choir to go hunting with him. Jack seems to be intent on causing division and unrest among everyone. All the excitement and anticipation I felt when I arrived disappeared and instead turned into anger and anguish. Piggy seems to think that the reason Jack is so unreasonable is because of the way I was elected leader before him. Jack thinks I'm too soft and not ruthless enough when it comes to making certain decisions. As I lie here looking at the stars I can't help but feel heartbroken. My heart feels like a piece of lead and as tears roll down my cheek I find myself wanting to give up, but I know I have to carry on for everyone's sake, it's what my father would want me to do. As I look at the moon, I long to see my family arrive on a boat or plane to save me or to wake me up and be reassured that it was nothing but a bad dream. It's like I carry the weight of the world on my little shoulders and if it gets any heavier I'll collapse like a ball on the floor. Friday, April 5, 2000 Dear Diary, Today I feel worse than I have ever felt before. heard it before. I feel so upset because Jack and the savages, as I call them now, killed Simon. Jack managed to brainwash everyone else except me and Piggy into joining his group. I think the only reason they join his group is because he can provide food. I'm full of remorse and guilt after what happened with Simon, somehow I feel like I should have been the person who was killed. Both Piggy and I could have stopped them, but I can't help but think that if we had intervened we would have paid with our lives. I have never seen such brutality in my life and it is even more disturbing that this murder was committed by boys as young as four or five. It all started when Jack decided to throw a party. This party was a party, and Piggy believes that at that time he aimed to show his present superiority over me, because all the boys on the island, except Piggy, Simon, and I, had left me to join him. Simon was starting to get very bored, so he decided to go for a walk in the forest. For the next few minutes there was a silence that summed up the moods of both Piggy and I, we felt dejected, dejected and depressed. Piggy broke this silence by suggesting that we go to the party, I remember looking at him with a puzzled face before he muttered "just to check that everything is okay". As we walked the prevailing silence was broken by the sound of Jack's party. Piggy and mewe continued before we saw the smoke. Instinctively we both stopped and looked into each other's eyes. Piggy looked baffled before I nodded to signal that we were doing the right thing. We turned a corner where we saw all the savages eating with everyone in a happy mood. We were greeted with silence and neither Piggy nor I knew what to expect. We were both surprised when Jack stood up and ordered, "Get them some meat." Immediately two guys came over and gave each of us the most succulent piece of meat I had ever seen in my life. As the meat was placed in my hand my stomach told me yes while my head said no. I thought if I took the meat I would owe Jack something. I thought for a moment before deciding to eat the meat. As I chewed the meat my thoughts drifted to home and my mother's wonderful cooking. As I looked up at Jack and saw that he felt a sense of pride that I was on his side of the island eating his meat caught by his hunters. As I set the gnawed bone down with a sense of apprehension, Jack ordered everyone to sit down. He pointed his spear at Piggy and then at me before asking "Who will join my tribe?". Jack and I then continued to argue about who the real leader of the island was. The argument ended when Jack and the savages gathered in a circle pretending to kill a pig which was Roger mimicking the creature's terror while the rest of the savages danced and chanted "Kill the beast!" Cut his throat! Spill its blood!'' As the dance continued there was a sense of excitement at the thought of the creature losing its life in such a terrible way. The dance ended only with the sight of something coming out of the forest. . As this thing approached, the savages formed a horseshoe shape. As the savages attacked I saw that it was Simon and that he was shouting something but I could not hear what he was saying over the shouts of the savages. I was astonished as these children, some not much older than a toddler, beat and stabbed Simon with their spears. Blood was spilled on the feet of the savages and into the sea, the sheer brutality of this murder did not seem to matter to these somewhat ruthless beasts, these callous people had just killed another person and yet they had a heart cold enough to feel a deep pride for this. Piggy and I then walked back and the silence that followed spoke volumes about our mood, I felt bad for witnessing such a calamity. I have never been so full of pain in my life nor have I ever experienced death. At such a young age I have experienced so much that I no longer feel like a child, I feel that no child, no matter how heartless, should carry the burden that I carry. Sunday, April 7, 2000 Dear Diary, I have never been more confused or distressed in my entire short life. Jack and the savages killed Piggy this morning. It seems so senseless that such a young, intelligent boy, who had his whole life ahead of him, should die for the ego of such a selfish boy like Jack. The day began as it ended in a depth of terrible confusion and sadness. Piggy and I awoke to find that Jack and the savages had come to visit us during the night and had stolen Piggy's glasses. It was almost impossible for Piggy to see without the aid of his glasses, so it was essential that we go to the savages and try to recover Piggy's glasses. This was a task easier said than done, as we would later find out. Piggy was really upset about his glasses being stolen, he was sobbing, he didn't want any conflict, he just wanted to get his glasses back. As we walked it was then and only then that I realized the truth.