Lord of the Flies: Journal #2

By: Simone Federici

Chapter: Fire on the Mountain

Perspective: Jack

Piggy with the Conch

Piggy, Piggy, Piggy. How annoying could one person possibly get? Today was so hectic with the raging fire, that I really didn't need Piggy trying to get our attention. The idea of the fire was a very good idea, but according to Piggy, it wasn't. The whole time we were fetching more wood and trying to keep the fire burning, Piggy just when on babbling about the rule in which whoever was holding the conch was the speaker and only Ralph could interrupt him. Piggy was definitely taking this rule too seriously, because under the circumstances we were in, there was no reason not to just say what you wanted to say.

I was particularly excited to build the fire. I felt so wild doing something that my parents would have never approved of. The building of the fire went extremely well except when it spread throughout the forest tearing through everything in sight like a tornado tearing everything up in the plains of Kansas. The fire frightened me very much. I didn’t exactly know how to feel when I found out that the fire had killed the boy with the birth mark-- the one who thought there were beasties lurking in the forest.

That nasty ole pig. It definitely bugged me. Maybe even more than Piggy. It hurt more inside just to know that I was humiliated for not killing the pig right then and there. But, without a single doubt I will have that pig slaughtered to death and roasted to make a very tasty meal in front of my own eyes.

Overall the day went well… acutely I can’t say that because of the out-of-control fire and the constant annoyance of my fellow, er…friend Piggy. Ughh…Piggy.