Lord of the Flies: Journal #9

By: Simone Federici

Chapter: A View to a Death

Perspective: Ralph

Four now Three

All day the clouds rolled in trapping the heat. The evening approached quickly and there was hardly any sun left to admire, although there was a phosphorescence that shined across the glassy waters. Piggy and I had gone in the bathing pool, even though Piggy was making a fuss over getting his specs wet.

Evening approached and Piggy and I decided to go to Jack’s area where the hunters and some of the littluns followed him. There was a lot of debating between Piggy and I when discussing if we should go or not. He thought we should, but I felt that Jack had made up his mind to leave us alone, and that I would respect that by avoiding him. He must have just been feeling generous when he invited us to come to the bonfire. I still had my doubts, but I thought it would be good anyway to go for the meat, because I was getting very skinny, unlike my usual corpulent body shape.

When we got to the fire I noticed that Jack was being treated as though he was a prince. He practically had his own throne and some of the boys were acting as servants to him. I mean, how nice is it to get coconut milk brought to you while you take advantage of being the new leader of the group? While two of the boys were manning the pig, the others gathered around the fire singing, yelling, and being quite obnoxious if you ask me, but I decided to join in and have some fun for once. Suddenly, Roger was on all fours crawling all over the place acting like a pig. He was moaning and groaning and charging at Jack. The others boys were treated him as if he were a pig. They had their spears raised and even clubs of firewood and were chanting “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!”

Then, out of nowhere I heard Simon yelling something on the mountain. He finally crawled on his four feet and entered the broken circle. He looked like the beast and the boys started going at him, like he actually was the beast. They torn him and bit him until he rolled into the water and laid there looking like he was dead… and who know, the night was so dark and the rain bucketed down so hard it was difficult to tell it he was just a dead body. There might only be three now… not four.