Blog 1. Stranded?

There I was quivering on the floor. As I look around I see that I’m in a thick jungle. Surrounded by all sorts of trees and thick vines hanging from them. I hear a noise off in the distance it sounds like a big wiled animal such as a lion or bear. I get up and start walking, as I try to get out of the thick jungle I come across a little hill. I was speculating on weather to go up it. It was too steep to walk up so I decide to clamber up it. Once I got to the top the hill I then saw that I was on an island and as I look I see no one just jungle a river and off to the west side of the island I see a lagoon. So I set my way towards the lagoon. As I make my way I come across a crater devouring on a pig I was trembling in fear. My face turned pallor I started to try to walk away and it sees me. It was black with blood shot eyes its arms were huge and its odor smelled horrible. It shrieked a noise I had never heard before like a strident noise, but I new it was mad. It started to charge run as fast as I can, but I new this thin was faster than me so I try to find something like a grating thing. It was right behind me I could feel its breath right over me. So I make a left and jump through these vines. Luckily they were so thick the best could not reach me. To try and keep it from coming in I interpose it with sticks and loges. I saw a jumbled set of trees I start to climb them because this thing looked like it was cutting through the vines with its sharp claws. I get to the top of the trees and I see the lagoon about forty yards away. I looked back at the beast it got stuck in the vines; it looked very angry and uncomfortable. The indignation looked horrible. I wanted to help but I was scared; I tried to help it but it tried to bite me when I got close, so I left it. I start to make my way towards the lagoon I get within twenty yards and all of a sudden I hear a noise it sounded like, like a conch. But no I thought no one was on the island. I start to go towards the noise and I gout out of the dark jungle and find myself on a sandy beach the lagoon right next to me and a tall boy blowing into the conch. I wave my hands and he tells me to go over to him, I was vainly and scared. But I did go to him: he tolled me his name. Ralph he looked a lot older then me, he blew on the conch again and more kids started to appear. About fifteen minuets later there was thirty of us and a weird group of kids in black. Ralph and a couple older kids talk about having a leader. Out of now were some kids started to make fun of me I felt very decorous. Every one was very loud and a clamor began. Every thing started to go out of control. Then Ralph blew the conch, every one went silent.