Jealous!!!
I am glad that I have this journal because it is one of the only things that survived the
plane crash. I was on my way to boarding school and BOOM! The plane crashed. I had found
some of the other boys that were on the plane and we were looking around until we heard this
loud sound of some type of horn. I instantly got excited because i thought it was someone
rescuing us. I followed the loud noise until I reached I boy blowing a conch shell. I asked him if
there was anyone there to rescue us and he said no and that he just wanted to gather all the boys
that were stranded on this place. My heart that was once filled with excitement turned into
a deep disappointed hole. We sat down to have a meeting.
The first thing we had to discuss was who the main leader of all of the boys would be. I
am clearly the perfect match for the job I would have every one in line and in order and
everyone would have discipline. The boys who I had controlled automatically voted for me as
leader but all of the other boys voted for the boy that was blowing the conch. I don't know why
they wanted that stupid boy to be the boss he doesn't even know half of the things he's talking
about. He is so immature doing that stupid head stand thing all of the darn time. All I know is
that I better become his helper because if not then all of these boys will be way out of control.
Once we finished with the meeting, four of us went out looking around to see if there were
any more people and if this was an island or not. We climbed up a mountain and discovered that
we were on a island and there weren't any people that we could see around. Oh yeah I forgot to
mention about today when we had the perfect chance to catch a pig to eat for dinner but no none
of these punk boys wanted catch it and kill it. To tell you the truth I was to scared to kill that
poor pig I had never killed a living animal before and the thought of me being a murderer just
made me freeze long enough for the pig to run away. Of course I would not tell the other boys
that though I am the toughest one and they can't know I have a soft side to me. I think that the
boys already knew. Well I have to go I can't let the other boys see that I write in a journal.
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