My name is Eric, and I am stranded on a deserted island. Some other boys, including my twin brother Sam, and I were being evacuated from England when our airplane crashed. We swam to this island and are trying to survive. There are no adults.

Saturday, March 7, 1970

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When the boys returned, Ralph called another assembly.  He said we were indeed on an island.  Ralph also made a rule about speaking in the assembly.  He said only the person holding the conch could speak.  Then a little boy with something pink on his face said he saw a beastie, but the boys laughed and told him it was a dream.

Ralph suggested we build a big fire so a passing boat could rescue us.  We raced to the top of the mountain and made a big pile of wood.  Then we lit it using Piggy’s glasses.  Jack put the choir in charge of keeping the fire going.  Later, Piggy started his fussing, but then he began to laugh.  He pointed at the side of the mountain, which was now in flames.  We watched the fire then went back to the beach.

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