Lord of the Flies #3

Chapter 3: Huts on the Beach

Perspective: Simon

Dear Diary,
It seems like the days on the island aren’t getting any better. I’m usually a hunter but today I was the only one who helped out with Ralph, the rest fooled around the island which is inscrutable to me. Do they not know it’s live or die around here? I want to say something but I never do, it always ends up being a susurration. I try to calm myself and not stress as much since my faints might occur. That’s the only thing I dislike about myself. Not to be conceited but I think I’m pretty decent, long black hair, skinny, with a tan. I’m practicing on controlling my faints; I go to this secret place that no one knows about. In fact I went there today; I just had too much stress on myself putting the huts together. It’s very peaceful and relaxing. I pull back the tendril that makes a castanet like sound, and I open my eyes to see this beautiful view, I rapt it all in when i take breathes of air. When I look at this it changes my whole perspective on the island and gives me hope for us.
- Simon