Work it out!
Perspective: Ralph!
Dear Diary,
I have so much on my mind right now and my hair is frustrating me because of how long and mangy it is. Its ludicrous and annoying how everyone isn’t doing their job and especially how Jack is still mad at me because I won in the chief vote. But unlike everyone else here I have good decorum so instead of yelling I called a meeting. At the meeting I went over several things but mainly how no one is doing their job. The water isn’t being gotten so we don’t have fresh water. No one helped with one of the huts so Simon and I did it by our selves and is limp and flimsy. Everyone stopped going to the bathroom in the designated spot and now is contaminating our fruits by just going where ever they please. The fire was let out which caused us to loose any chance of being rescued when a boat came by. It felt like Jacks discursive excuse would never end and that I would never believe it. I let it go so we could quickly make another fire and get everything back on track.
The littluns cry every night in their sleep because they’re afraid of the beastie. The lamentation of the younger kids echo’s through the island every night. One of the littluns speaks up and claims that he has actually seen a beast. Jack says he doesn’t think there is a beast but claims that if there is one that him and his hunters will kill it. After Jack and Piggy get into a fight Jack runs of and everyone except for Piggy, Simon and my self follows him. Piggy, tempestuously, urges me to blow the conch but I know that if I don’t they will come sooner or later, it’s not a big enough island to go far.
I think Jack needs to accept the fact that how the island works now, is how it will work until we get rescued.
Dear Diary,
I have so much on my mind right now and my hair is frustrating me because of how long and mangy it is. Its ludicrous and annoying how everyone isn’t doing their job and especially how Jack is still mad at me because I won in the chief vote. But unlike everyone else here I have good decorum so instead of yelling I called a meeting. At the meeting I went over several things but mainly how no one is doing their job. The water isn’t being gotten so we don’t have fresh water. No one helped with one of the huts so Simon and I did it by our selves and is limp and flimsy. Everyone stopped going to the bathroom in the designated spot and now is contaminating our fruits by just going where ever they please. The fire was let out which caused us to loose any chance of being rescued when a boat came by. It felt like Jacks discursive excuse would never end and that I would never believe it. I let it go so we could quickly make another fire and get everything back on track.
The littluns cry every night in their sleep because they’re afraid of the beastie. The lamentation of the younger kids echo’s through the island every night. One of the littluns speaks up and claims that he has actually seen a beast. Jack says he doesn’t think there is a beast but claims that if there is one that him and his hunters will kill it. After Jack and Piggy get into a fight Jack runs of and everyone except for Piggy, Simon and my self follows him. Piggy, tempestuously, urges me to blow the conch but I know that if I don’t they will come sooner or later, it’s not a big enough island to go far.
I think Jack needs to accept the fact that how the island works now, is how it will work until we get rescued.
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