Blog 2. Listen To Me!

“Every buddy shut up!” said Ralph he had gotten the attention of almost every one. “Ralph may I have the conch?” said Piggy. Ralph gave him a scornful look and continued talking to the younger kids. Man I wish I had some respect here. I try and help and make order but all I get in return is yelling and screaming. “That will be all,” said Ralph. I go and sit one of the tree trunks pondering on what to do next. “Piggy get a number on the kids, find out how many there are and there names, ok” said Ralph. “Ok I will try”. I start to try and get some names down but every buddy was running around, and it was impossible to get every ones attention. As I am scrambling to get every ones name I hear Jack talking about starting a fire. So I just forget about the kids and go see what he has to say. “The fire should be huge so even a plane or a boat can see it” said Jack. All of the kids were so excited about making a fire that Jack and them just scattered out and got wood and were piling it on top of the mountain. I had noticed that every one was very nimble as they pick up the warped pieces of wood. When I asked Jack to see if he could get the kids in a line for me Jack was officious towards me. They eventually they got this big pile of wood and they soon found out that they could not light it. I was laughing in my mind. It took them about twenty minutes until they found out that my specks. Instead of asking if they could barrow them Jack comes up to me and takes them right of my face. I was so angry and full of rage so I started to cry. After they start the fire he gives me my specks back. Every one was tumult and going all over the place. Jack was irresistible to all of the kids but the older kids new that it wasn’t going to stay, but it did give them hope. Then the flam caught on to a branch in the jungle and I new there was going to be a big problem. The jungle started to go up in flames. Every one got to gather and just watched it, some kids laughing and some kids crying. The fire spread down the whole mountain and luckily there was a river at the bottom and some of the island was still green. After the fire one of the little ones says where is the kid with the scar on his face? No one new. We started to look for him for two hours and every one come to a conclusion that he had died in the fire. I then had just snapped. I started to go off on every one and they finally listened and understood that we needed to make shelter. Every one went to bead sad and guilty that night.