Tuesday, June 4, 2013


Entry 4
When the officer arrived at my house he told me that they found many boys on an island and as they looked around they found two bodies of those who were killed. One of the boys was my little Piggy. While they were looking around the island they found little Piggy’s journal. His journal was water damaged and the pages were crinkled. I was afraid to read it and see what he thought of me after I sent him away to boarding school. Once I decided to read it I found out that he understood why I sent him off, and that it was for his own safety. I am still in shock that boys so young could do such a thing to someone else their own age. Piggy was always a little bigger in size and wore specs, but he never made comments about people being rude and mean to him for those things. In his journal he wrote a lot about a boy named Jack. I didn’t know that being so mean could be so easy but Piggy wrote about this boy teasing him about anything and everything he could. He was always being teased. Piggy said that he was hoping being on the island with different people would be a better thing but he said they teased him just like they did at school. I feel awful that people teased him at school! I feel like I wasn’t doing my job as his parental guardian. Now that I think of it sometimes when I talked to him over the phone he did not seem very energetic but I always assumed it was because he was mad at me for sending him away. I wish I could change many things I did. Piggy did not deserve to be treated like he was. He was a very smart and a kind boy. He never got in to trouble or was involved in any disputes at school.   



I was surprised that he only had 3 entries because he loved to write. When I was flipping through the pages on the last page there was a little note to me, it read, “Dear auntie, I don’t know when or if you will ever read this, but if you are reading it, it is probable because I am dead… I want you to know I love very much and I am thankful that you sent me away for my safety. When we first landed on this island I had a lot of hope that we would be saved, but I am starting to fear that I may die on this island. Nobody wants to listen to me and people are begging to fight, not get along, and not follow the rules that we made as a group. It has become very hard for me to write since a boy name Jack cracked one side of my glasses lens.  I am going to bed tonight hungry and plan on tryin.It stopped after trying and I do not want to think about what could have happened to poor little Piggy.       

   

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Entry 3

Entry 3
I don’t like being here without my auntie. I wish there were grownups here. After Jack came and attacked me and stole my glasses I went on a long walk around the island. On my walk I thought about why Jack would do such an awful thing to me. I can barely see any of the flowers. They are really blurry.



I wonder if Jack is jealous of me because I am smarter then he is. I wish he would accept me for who I am. Only if the other kids could stick up for me and accept me life would be much easier. Even though I cannot see very well some of the flowers look really pretty.     




Some of the flowers are not so pretty and remind me of Jack because he is not very nice.


I have began to lose hope in being saved. I am just hoping that soon we will all lie together in peace.

Monday, May 20, 2013


Ralph is starting to get on my nerves and bother me more more. Since he is the leader he thinks he can control everyone and tell them what to do. I wonder if sometimes Jack would be a better leader. One of the littluns recently went missing. The boy with they mulberry birth mark. He was very important to us because he had dreams about the beastie. When he first told us we did not listen or pay a lot of attention but now that he is missing I think we should have paid more attention to what he had to say. There really could be a beastie that he was warning us about but Ralph didn’t seem to care. Not only are the littluns afraid when they have to go to sleep I am too. I am afraid that the beastie is going to come out of the water at night and attack us. Jack does not seem to be worried at all. He is too busy hunting. With ralph bossing everyone around and Jack hunting nonstop it is almost like I am the leader. I am the only one trying to make things work. In Jacks defense the littluns really need meat, because the fruit has not been agreeing with their stomachs. So when he found the pig and gather a lot of people to help him kill the pig that was a good thing but the fire then went out… I became very frusturated because a ship came by but there was no smoke. I think Jack realizes that taking the gaurds away from the fire was not very smart but we did need meat.. And we cannot have the best of both worlds.   

Tuesday, May 14, 2013


I am here on this island, or so what we think is an island. I am here with one other kid. His name is Ralph, but when I tried to be nice and ask what his name is he did not bother to even ask what my name is. Right now I do not know how I feel about this kid. Ralph brought up the idea of having a meeting with all of those on the island. He suggested that we should have a list of names and I told him I didn't care what the call me as long as it was not the names I used to be called. At my old school kids use to make fun of me and call me Piggy. For some reason Ralph found that very funny and decided that is what he was going to call me. Since I have asthma I am not aloud to swim, so I had to just watch Ralph swim. We talked about our family and his dad is in the Navy. For the first time Ralph was nice; he asked me what my father did. My father is dead, so it kind of made me sad, but I was happy he was trying to make conversation with me. My mom was never a huge part of my life. I lived with my dad and when he died, in a car accident, I moved in with my aunt. Ralph found a conch on the beach and it reminded me of my aunt because she has one. We decided that we would blow it to gather everyone together. When everyone gathered we said that everyone was going to be okay and we would be saved. Ralph still thinks his daddy, who is a commander in the Navy, is going to save them when he gets leave. Since I overheard the pilots talking I don’t think we will be saved because a bomb was dropped and everyone died.