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.