I suppose it was about three months ago when our plane crashed and we were stranded on the island. I heard from others that the plane was shot and part of it went up in flames as it crashed but our group was able to survive because we were in the other part of the plane.
I’m not quite sure how many of us were on the island in the beginning. There might have been about twenty-five of us if I had to guess. It was Piggy’s job to keep track of everyone when we first landed on the island. He had to collect everyone’s name so that we wouldn’t lose anyone because that was really the only thing that Piggy could do because he had asthma. Eventually the group split up anyway so there was no point in keeping track anymore. After we split up Piggy was pretty much useless to us.
Simon
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Back on the island I was a chief with my own tribe who looked to me to lead them. They saw me as strong and courageous and perfectly capable of protecting them. We spent our days hunting and having fun and our only fear was of the beast that lurked on the island. However, we believed that it would only be a matter of time before we killed the beast. As we spent more and more time on the island, I began to forget that anything else ever existed apart from where I was at the present moment. I forgot about my town, my house, and even my family and friends. You may think that sounds sad and depressing but it really isn’t. Thinking this way was the only way that I could survive and be able to lead my tribe. I could tell that Ralph wasn’t a good leader by the way he was always focused on being rescued and getting home. Unlike him I was focused only on my life on the island so I was able to adapt so that I could survive. Since I was able to do this, everyone else in my tribe followed and we were all able to thrive on the island. Now that I have nothing to adapt to or even control, I feel as though I have lost