Yeah, journal entry for Comm. class for chapter three of Lord of the Flies...
Bare feet padded after Piggy, the little figure eager to help. He wanted to help, to talk, to comfort even. He just wanted to do something for the brave, taller boy who was trying to bring order to the group. The littlun looked up to Piggy, wanted to reassure him.
Piggy was the gentler of the three oldest boys, and was wiser than many people the littlun knew.
He followed Piggy silently, waiting 'til he thought it was the right time to speak. When that moment came, he sped up his steps, caught up to Piggy, and tapped the bigger boy on the shoulder. Piggy jumped, then sighed when he recognized the littlun.
"Oh, it's you," he said. "What's your name again?"
"Billy."
"Right. Billy. What're you doing following me, anyway?"
"Wanna help," Billy answered, his eyes filled with concern.
"Help? Why don't you go help Ralph or Jack?"
Piggy was confused.
"Mean boys," was the meek reply.
"You don't like Ralph and Jack?"
Billy shook his head, staring intently at Piggy.
"You gonna help me find that other littlun?" Piggy asked almost in disbelief.
Billy nodded, taking Piggy's hand and steering him towards a tree.
"What're you doing?" Piggy asked, trying to decipher what Billy was telling him, leading him to a burned-out tree. When they reached the tree, he found out what Billy was saying.
It was the littlun with the birthmark, barely recognizable for the burns on his body.
Piggy sank to his knees in shock and grief, Billy standing next to him, quietly trying to reassure Piggy.
Finally, Piggy stood, face stained with perspiration and tears, and silently, solemnly, led the way back to the beach.
There ya have it. My teacher liked it so much she read it to the class. OO