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.