Lord of the Flies Journal# 2

Chapter: 2 Fire on the Mountain

Perspective: Piggy

Feeling Sad

This is the second day on the island and I am feeling no different than I did at my old school. I feel sad that no one wants to listen to what the heck I have to say when it makes a lot of since. Now the whole forest is about to burn up and a little boy is missing. Well I will back up a little bit this is what all happened before now. It all started when our leader called a meeting. He made up the rule that we can't all talk at once so only the person holding the conch could talk and can't be interrupted by anyone but him. After a while people started talking about going home and I knew that no one knew where we were people thought that there family member would come get us but I just knew that was not true. For all they know, we made it safe to the boarding school. So Ralph, the leader, suggested that we needed to make a fire close to the mountain so the smoke could rise an a plane flying by could see it.

Once those boys heard the word fire, they capered away in excitement. They were all acting like little kids and didn't even take time to think things out but of course no one listened to me. I stayed behind as the other boys ran away to make a fire. I thought about what we should be thinking and what could happen if the fire catches to one of the trees. Oh those thoughts lead me to start walking to where all the other boys were.

To my surprise, they hadn't made the fire yet and Ralph asked me if I had any matches well of course I didn't. Then one of the boys yelled out," his specks". I didn't want them to use my glasses to make a fire when I didn't even think that that was a good idea. I began to back up but the boys surrounded me with mean looks on their faces and Ralph pinched my specks off my face. They let the sun shine off them and it made a spark into the fire. I felt proud of myself for once that I helped out and I was the main reason for something. I wanted to tell about what I was thinking when they left, and I held the conch but the officious boys didn't do anything but ignore me. Finally one boy at least herd what I was saying but all he did was tell me to shut up. All of them made me feel like i was nothing. When Ralph snaps his fingers they all shut up but when I tell them I have something very important to say they don't even give me the time of day. I began asking them what happened to the rule that only the person holding the conch could talk that didn't work either. It was only when I lost my temper were they induced to listen to me. I told them how they were acting childish that moment I felt superior but it wasn't for long. The fire got out of control and was now stretching for miles.

I got very scared and my asthma started to kick in because of the smoke. I noticed that the little boy with the birth mark was missing and no one could find him. The pore boy was probably martyred in the fire. I again felt a since of sadness rushing through my body. Oh do I hope we find the little boy.