Chapter 2: Fire on the Mountain
Perspective: Piggy
Dear Diary,
Its night time right now, I’m too officious to fall asleep so I’m writing in my diary to keep me up. I want it to be morning already, I’m eager to find that little boy that’s missing. Hopefully he’s okay. I’m martyred on this island, it’s horrible. Why can’t they rescue us already? I’m leaving my child hood life and entering adult hood. This isn’t supposed to happen, I’m only twelve, and this is going way too fast. I’m not supposed to take care of myself, yet. One step at a time, but this is like twelve steps at a time. But I have to, I have no choice. Survive or die out here, unlike the other kids on this island. My view is different from the others. They’re capering up and down the mountains like maniacs, people interrupting when others are speaking. It’s a rule on the island and they must be followed, just like the laws back home. And they couldn’t have made the fire without my glasses; they could have at least showed a little gratitude towards me. Well one of the boys just woke up and I don’t want them to pinch my diary and think I’m even more of a loser. Then I’d have to make up and try to induce them to believe it.
- Piggy
Perspective: Piggy
Dear Diary,
Its night time right now, I’m too officious to fall asleep so I’m writing in my diary to keep me up. I want it to be morning already, I’m eager to find that little boy that’s missing. Hopefully he’s okay. I’m martyred on this island, it’s horrible. Why can’t they rescue us already? I’m leaving my child hood life and entering adult hood. This isn’t supposed to happen, I’m only twelve, and this is going way too fast. I’m not supposed to take care of myself, yet. One step at a time, but this is like twelve steps at a time. But I have to, I have no choice. Survive or die out here, unlike the other kids on this island. My view is different from the others. They’re capering up and down the mountains like maniacs, people interrupting when others are speaking. It’s a rule on the island and they must be followed, just like the laws back home. And they couldn’t have made the fire without my glasses; they could have at least showed a little gratitude towards me. Well one of the boys just woke up and I don’t want them to pinch my diary and think I’m even more of a loser. Then I’d have to make up and try to induce them to believe it.
- Piggy
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