Lord of the Flies- Piggy’s 3 Journal Entries
Dear Journal, I am stranded on a desert island with a group of disrespectful and immature young boys, and no responsible human being understands I am here. The atmosphere of the island is not excellent for my asthma. It is hot and humid, so it’s tough to breathe, and I can’t even go swimming to cool off, since my Auntie states I can’t on account of my asthma. The first boy I satisfied on this island was Ralph, who appears totally indifferent in everything I say. The only thing that captured his interest was when I informed him of my hated nickname, “Piggy. After I warned him that I didn’t want individuals to call me that, he went and blurted it out to the other boys, and ever since I have been buffooned and tormented to no end. Ralph utilized the conch that I discovered to gather all the boys together, and he was appointed leader. Whoever wants to speak has to hold the conch, but whenever I am holding the conch, Jack interrupts me and in some cases he even teases me. If Auntie was here, none of this would be occurring; she would look after me and offer me all the sugary foods I desire. In the meantime, Journal, you are my only pal; the only thing in which I can confide.
I am going to go find something to eat now. Later On, Piggy Dear Journal, Some individuals on this island just do not realize that they have actually got to put first things initially if they ever wish to be rescued. Today we could have been conserved by a passing ship, had Jack and his dumb hunters paid attention to the rescue fire. You see, it’s their task to preserve and view the fire. Sadly, Jack and his hunters selected today of all days to disregard the fire and when a ship gone by the island, there was no signal to be seen because the fire was dead.
When Jack and the hunters returned from their hunt, they were shouting a frightening chant and bring a dead pig. Ralph reprimanded Jack for his absence of responsibility, and Jack got mad however he said sorry. When I grumbled about the hunters’ immaturity, Jack hit me genuine difficult and broke among the lenses of my specifications, and after that he started to imitate me. Later on, when the pig was being cooked, Jack wouldn’t let me have any meat. Jack is the most rotten kid I ever fulfilled. I believe it’s his goal in life to make me miserable. I want I was at home with Auntie. Well, perhaps tomorrow will be better.
It doesn’t appear like it could get any even worse from this point. Later On, Piggy Dear Journal, Today, Samneric informed us that last night they saw a beast on top of the mountain. I am so frightened I may have an asthma attack. My breathing is quick and my remaining spec lense is fogging up. Right now I am sitting on the beach alone with the littluns. All the other biguns have gone to the mountain with Samneric to hunt the monster. Journal, I understand deep down, that it is difficult for there to be a beast at all, nevertheless the more I think about it, the more I believe it.
I must be going nuts, because in your home I would never ever believe such rubbish. I would have my stacks of books, news article and encyclopedias to disprove this? Beast’ theory. As every day passes I get more agitated from dealing with a lot of dim-witted boys. Ralph, Simon and Samneric are virtually the only ones here who have at least some sound judgment. I hope we get saved soon, since I’m not exactly sure just how much more of this I can deal with. You are an excellent companion, Journal. Thanks for always being there for me. Later on, Piggy