Blog #2

Simon’s Journal

After Ralph had finally after almost a half of an hour of trying, induced the younger children to assemble for another meeting, he announced that we were on an island and we needed to figure out a way to get rescued. Piggy tried to get everyone to listen to him about building shelters first, but even though he had the conch everyone ignored him. Honestly I feel sorry for Piggy most of the time; no one cared a pound about him. Ralph kept talking and at the word ‘fire’ everyone is running up the mountain, capering into the dangerous jungle.
Piggy was complaining again so I decided to go up the mountain with the rest. As soon as I had finished the stretch to the top I saw that boys were already getting trees for the fire. Sam’n’Eric were struggling with a large tree so I started running to help them. But in my second step I tripped over a pink rock.
As I came to I saw two identical faces grinning down at me. Both of the grins giggled ‘officious’ and ran away. As I got up I helped finish the rest of the caring and laughed as I saw about eight lil’uns attempting to carry a large log. I walked over and helped them carry it the remaining 10 feet. After we were all finished with the wood pile, we still needed a way to light it. Jack thought of one first and ran over and pinched Piggy’s specks. As Jack held them over the pile, dead wood started to smoke and suddenly the flames erupt in a red, dancing ebullience. As soon as the fire had started it was dying down as the hot flames demolished the wood into embers. As more kids ran to get less dead wood I walked over to the shady side as the heat was making me feel faint.