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.