Huts on the BeachPlease! Just make this work
Perspective: Simon
Dear Diary,
Today, like always, Jack was being rapt. Ralph and I were working out butts off making huts for the littleun’s. The huts keep falling down so Ralph and I get angry. But with no help from Jack it makes it worse. As we work and have vicissitudes the other boys splash around in the water. We find it’s important to build huts for the younger boys because they are afraid of the beastie and they need a place to feel safe. Ralph kept getting upset with Jack and the rest of the hunters because they were too busy goofing off that they couldn’t kill a single pig so we have no food. Ralph, being the leader, decides to assign various jobs for the boys. I feel that since the boys didn’t do their job we’re all in danger. If their jobs are not done and we don’t get rescued we could possibly be in grave danger. I feel like I’m in an opaque room. I feel like Ralph and me are the only ones doing work and we can’t be the only workers on this island there are to many people for the two of us to handle. Finally, I realize I’m starting to change; I’m starting to stand up for myself and I feel more comfortable. Showing this I go on my own expedition to the top of the mountain. I need to be alone, there’s just too much going on. I susurration to my self how I can’t wait to be off this island. It’s as if Jack has a compulsion over himself. He doesn’t want to be rescued until he can find an animal and kill it. I think that we would all be most successful if he just found one pig and killed it with out hesitating. Everyone is getting hungry and too cranky and we need out protein. We are all guys, right?
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