Ralph

Entry 4:

            I couldn’t believe my eyes when we saw the officer reach the island shores. It was as if it wasn’t even real for a few minutes while he spoke to us in our bloody costumes of dirt and stink. But it was real and the officer was real; his boat was real and everything that came with it. The cruiser we were in took us to a larger battle ship of the United States of America. Her name was the USS Arizona and she was huge; it was just unreal. I have never seen anything like it before. The soldiers in the boat helped us, fed us, and provided a place for us to sleep even though it smelled almost as bad as the island did. About nine days later me, Jack, Samneric, and everyone else arrived on another island, an island of the Americans; it was known as Hawaii. It was a beautiful place and everyone was so welcoming even though the attacks had occurred just 4 years ago. I stayed on the island with Samneric away from Jack for 2 years.

Hawaii

 

            But that was 11 years ago. I am home now in Great Britain; I live alone on the fourth story of a small apartment building. My father’s battleship was destroyed on January 3, 1945 by a German sub. I have no family now. But while I was on that island years ago, I learned something. Something more powerful than just learning how to live a life alone or survival. I learned how to live alone. To live in a society where I had no family, no true friends, and a place where I had enemies. And even after all these years of hating and the terrifying memories of that place, I have come to the realization of what it really taught me. Samneric still keeps in touch with me, as for Jack and the others I haven’t said a word to them since Hawaii and have never heard or seen them since.

 

My Dad’s boat

            I recently wrote a book about my adventure all those years ago. It just came out seven days ago; it’s titled It’s Real and Great Britain and the entire world already loves it. I can’t wait to move on, to get out of this apartment and stop living alone and start a family. My name is Ralph Murray and I am a survivor of an island off the coast of South America that I like to call “Hell.”

Ralph

Entry 3:

            With all the commotion in the past few days, it is hard to believe that I have somehow rediscovered my journal in the shelter, under Piggy’s journal. I am alone in this forest, hungry, tired, wanting to go back home where my father will be waiting for me.

             Weeks before I left on the plane, I was bullied at school. Rodney and Jeremy were 15 years of age and were the most dreadful guys you could ever see ‘round town. Those two guys alone are responsible for breaking my arm, cutting me, throwing me down, and even made me box one of them until I was knocked out. They also informed me that I was going to be nobody that I had nothing inside me that would drive me to succeed. They and their big bulging muscles said, “You are weak, you’re little, and your life doesn’t matter.” They were right. Look where I am. I am here on this place where I am nobody.

Picture of where I sleep.

            Jack has crossed the line completely now. He as done too much and I have had enough. I tried to stop this madness but it was no use and the result was Piggy’s death.  SamnEric are all tied up and I am here, in a cave, writing a journal that will never be read. I can see the evil and the devil inside of Jack. I know this because the Lord of the Flies told me. As I was running through the creepers and the forest, I stumbled upon the Lord of the Flies. It spoke and said in loud voice, “Jack is the one who has destroyed you and your community; the only way to fix it is to become friends with him and join his savage society.” I couldn’t believe it; I mean I don’t even know what to do. I can either make friends or hide. Either way the Lord of the Flies is wrong. Jack is a foolish boy who has been tempted and slaughtered by the devil on the inside of his black soul. The only way to stop this is to kill him.

A friend no more. Not in this world or the next.    JACK

Ralph 

Entry 2:

            I’m not sure, not sure if I even have the power to go on. I tried by very best to bring these young boys and littluns to a just and fair society. But I’ve given up. Jack, the boy who I thought would be my right hand man is nothing to me anymore. That boy ruined everything on this island. I can already see it. With him and his hunters on his side and the fact that he finally caught himself a pig, he will soon break away from my leadership and start his own community on this island. I have called a meeting to try and see if I can put things back in place and assure the people that the only way to survive and be rescued is the fire. It is so important to us and we must use it to our advantage. I need to bring the boys back on my side and my way of thinking; I need for them to respect my authority to keep working together and contribute to one community.

            Without Jack, Simon and Piggy have connected with me. Simon helps me out quite a bit with getting the water, building shelters, and taking care of the littluns at night. On the other hand is Piggy who has grown on me. Ill be honest; I didn’t like him much. But now I can see that everyone is beginning to move away from being one community. They are becoming like wild beasts that scavenge for meat. But Piggy, Piggy is the one who wants to survive. When I saw Jack slap the piece of pig away from him, I became furious on the inside. I wanted to pick up Jack and tell him to get off! But, I didn’t have the guts because I feared that people might breakaway if I were to do so. And now one of the lenses has broken on Piggy’s glasses and our hope of survival and rescue is becoming slimmer, without those glasses there will be no fire, there will be no warmth, and there will be no meat to cook. Piggy in all honesty is the most precious boy on this beach.

Ralph

Entry 1:

To whom it may concern:  My name is Ralph and I was born and raised in England. My family is just my dad and I; my dad is in the Navy. Just a few hours ago I was riding in a plane when it crash-landed on this island. I am okay, not injured or hurt but am amazed and have questioned why us? On this island me, the little ones, jack and Simon are the only people that live here. There are no grownups, which angers and frustrates me. But I know I can try to help and lead my new friends. Part of me is saying I enjoy this place. Me and my friend Jack have found paradise, where we can rule. I am only trying to form a fun place because I know that we are stuck; stuck on this place where we will die. I know it. But I try to keep away from it. Piggy was right. Piggy the boy who is fat and has asthma was right. We’re doomed. I should have stayed home in England with you (Dad). Without my home in London, without my dad, I have nothing. I hope that you are safe and will find me soon.

         And dad, I need to tell you something. I know about mom. Yes, I know that she died. I know the Germans took her when she went to visit Grandma in Poland. Dad… please come, come to this island and save us from this place full of all them creepers and no food. Dad, I need the strength to go on, to fight and lead these people, these young boys and my- self to stay alive and never lose hope.

         The kids have made me their leader. I found a delightful conch that signals power in our society and it also stands for the power to speak to the group. We are doing everything we can to form order in our little place. We established hunters, and the little children even find fruit for us to eat.  But, please you come find us and save us.