Post 8

Last night was terrible.  Yesterday afternoon, Jack and some others came and told us they killed a pig and invited us to eat it.  Bill, Sam, and I decided to go.  With a cunning smile, Jack handed us some meat.  It was the first meat I had since the one I helped kill.  Piggy and Ralph eventually showed up.  Then Jack stood up and asked who wanted to join his tribe, and Bill and some littluns decided to go with him.  The boys then started to do their war dance.  They danced and whooped, and Roger pretended to be the pig while the boys circled and pretended to kill him.  What happened next was just a blur.  A figure we thought was the beast crawled out of the forest.  The circle opened, and the figure walked into the center of the circle.  We thought it was the beast and began to attack it. We killed it.  Only after it was dead did we realize it was Simon.

When Sam and I met Piggy and Ralph, none of us admitted that we were even at the dance.

We relit the fire and struggled to keep it going.  With only three of us working, I got tired very quickly.  I started to wonder if all this work for the fire could really save us.   Sam and I argued with Ralph about keeping the fire burning, and he decided to abandon it for the night.  When we all lay down to sleep, Sam began whispering in my ear.  He began talking about joining Jack, an idea I opposed.  We began arguing and then starting fighting.  Piggy and Jack heard us and told us to stop.  Next thing I knew there was a person kicking me in the face.  I got up and punched him.  We fought for about a minute, and I got him pretty good before he left.  Sam and I ran over to Piggy and Ralph.  They were fine, but Jack had stolen Piggy’s glasses.