Dear science,
The Island is a strange place. It’s long and almost appears never-ending. You can almost see the heat; you could cook fish n’ chips on the coral reef.
Our plane was shot at on the way over the island. We crashed and left a scar on the island. The plane flew away… we think. There weren’t any adults on the plane, except the pilot, who flew the plane away.
I’m… Piggy. I wear spectacles and I have asthma. The other boys call it asmar. Ralph, our leader, was my first friend on this Island, but he still kind of ignores me. Jack freaks me out. He is one person I would not want to mess with. The kids are alright to. They aren’t that mean to me.
The person holding the conch has all the power. The conch to us represents order, and it’s the time to listen up. I don’t like the idea of the conch, it means only the one person holding has a say, and I want a say in decisions to. I feel like I could have spectacular input on our decisions on the island.
Jack’s choir’s job is to hunt for food. Jack’s in charge of them. They seem like they’ll do whatever Jack wants, so they freak me out too.
I want Ralph to be on the island, because like I said numerous times before, Jack seems evil and creepy.
-Yours truly... NOT Piggy
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