A/N: Heeeeeyyyyy!!!! I watched half of the 1990 version of "Lord of the Flies" today in English (last day of the semester!)...and I got so INSPIRED...so I decided to try this out!

Everyone looks like they did in the 1990 movie...except try to imagine them as...Idk, 14-15 years old (otherwise...it will be awwwwkwarrrrddd...)

My OC: Her name is Jessica, and she's the fraternal twin sister of Jack. She has dark auburn hair (to emphasize their fraternalness...cause he has blonde hair in the movie...).

There are two parts to this story:

1) SCHOOL - the boys (and girls) attend school together. We are introduced to the characters and how they interact with each other.

2) ISLAND - the boys (and Jessica) are stranded on the island. Some things may be altered, but the story plays out as it was originally written, pretty much...

WARNING: SOME OF THE PLOT FOR THIS STORY IS BORROWED FROM BROADWAY SHOWS, SUCH AS "PHANTOM OF THE OPERA", "WICKED", AND OTHERS. And you can kinda tell by the prologue that it [the prologue] leans heavily on POTO.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING (except Jessica...)

PLEASE REVIEW! I'd like to know if I should continue with this. Like I've said above, the school part of this story will get some ideas from Broadway shows, so if you guys have any ideas to make it more original, please let me know! AND PLEASE NO FLAMES/BASHING. I get crabby when people tell me I flat-out suck...I like to be let down gently. SO PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!

P.S. The outfit Jessica is wearing...it's the new school outfit for the American Girl doll Kit...which I also don't own. And Ralph and Jessica are about 28 years old...

Enjoy!

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"These memories come back to life…and I don't mind…" - Miley Cyrus, "Goodbye"

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PROLOGUE

New Jersey, 1955...

The old school building loomed over the cheery town like an interrogator in a court room; its old, gray, ivy-covered façade seemed out-of-date compared to the brightly-colored houses across the street. An old American flag hung limply on the rusting flagpole.

Still the same old place… Ralph thought to himself.

He looked up at a plastic banner. Auction Today! it read in red letters. Ralph laughed and shook his head, his dark brown bangs waving back and forth. What in the world could these people be thinking? There was nothing of value to be auctioned off at this school.

When he entered, the auction was already in full swing, dozens of items lining the space behind the podium where the auctioneer stood. No one seemed to notice Ralph slip in, except for a girl who seemed to be around his age. Her cropped auburn hair was hidden under a light tan hat with a coral ribbon around its center. She looked oddly familiar…

"Lot 665," the auctioneer said as his assistant held up a bright pink conch shell. "A coral-colored conch, donated by one of the alumni very recently. Not much is known about this particular item…May I start at five dollars?"

It was as if a light went off in his head. That conch…his old friend Jessica had spoken to him about that…it was a sacred item…from long ago…

He raised his hand.

"Thank you, sir," the auctioneer said. "Ten dollars? No? Going once…going twice…" The gavel went down. "Sold, for five dollars, to the man in the back row."

The assistant thrust the conch into Ralph's waiting hands. He examined it gingerly.

She used to talk about you all the time… he thought. She said it was from…the island…

Tears sprang to his eyes as he remembered the island…and Piggy…and Simon…

Jack had never made it back…

"Lot 666," the auctioneer continued. "A chandelier in pieces."

Another light went off in Ralph's head. That stupid light fixture…still here…He saw the girl in the hat start to blink fast, as if she didn't believe that the chandelier was sitting mere feet away from her.

"Some of you may recall the strange events of September 26th, 1942: a mystery never fully explained. Some say this is the very chandelier in which enemy troops cut down to try and burn the school…a move which drove to evacuation, and eventually led to one of our very planes crashing down on an island in the Atlantic Ocean. And still, others say that it was the school's guardian angel, warning them about the attack. We've fixed it up with our new, electric lighting…Perhaps we can scare away the haunting memories of so many years ago with a little illumination."

He turned to two men standing beside him. "Gentlemen…"

The chandelier exploded in a flash of light, and it began to rise toward the ceiling. A sudden cold rush swept through the room, and Ralph shivered as he stood, transfixed by the event taking place before his very eyes.

The girl in the hat looked at him, wary; her hazel eyes were rife with fear.

And then he knew.

Oh, my God…Jessica…

The chandelier continued its ascent toward the ceiling. Ralph felt as if he were being transported back in time…back to his days as a school boy…

Back to the days where there was no fear…