Lord of The Flies Fan Fiction
Well, here it goes. Another cliché fan fiction on Lord of The Flies in which there just happens one other girl on the island amongst the boys. I wrote this pretty fast, so excuse me if the quality isn't top notch. I just had to kind of get this out of my system. I'm not even sure if I'm going to finish it. Anyway, Lord of The Flies does not belong to me, only the chick character and my make-believe plot. By the way, I tried to make this little romance story have the least amount of cheesiness. Also, I kind of upped the age of the boys to about 15/16. Oh, and this takes place in modern times. Read, review, whatever.
Dull. That was Jenny's life. She wasn't very sociable. At all. She was nice, of course, but only out of politeness and inability to say much else. She kept most of her thoughts to herself, and in that way, it gave her prospects to the richness and excitement that life had the potential to hold. But, of course, her life did not hold much else. She was the burn-out loner. She sat alone at lunch, violently bringing notebooks to life with creepy, yet beautiful images. She sat on her bed at home in the afternoon when she should have been with friends. When she had the house to herself every once and a while, she would smoke cigarettes in her room and blow the wafts of smoke out the window. She was no dummy, though. She scored all A's without trying. And she wasn't a total loner, she had friends with whom she would exchange passive smiles and waves at. Friends she could make small talk and small jokes with. And she supposed that was good enough. She only had to wait until she went to collage before the world was hers. She would live on her own and make a new person for herself. A rebirth. She couldn't wait. But until then, she had to be shipped off to Fiji with her father for the next few days. Her father was a pilot, and she frequently flew with him to interesting and exotic places around the world. She was no stranger to flying and to sitting in airports. The best part, she thought, was that her and her father were excused from passing through security. That meant she could tote around whatever she pleased without getting caught. That meant her cigarettes and vodka, carefully kept inside a very tightly sealed water bottle, could come to Fiji with her. But Jenny and her father were not going to be the only ones on the flight, Jenny thought. Jenny also knew that there were going to be boys on the flight, as well. 24 boys, all from military schools in England. Well, Jenny thought, at least I'm only going to have to be breathing the same air as them from the time it takes to get from Los Angels, California, to the airport in Fiji. Why little military school boys were going to Fiji was beyond her…
Ralph sat solemnly in the middle seat of his row as the other boys boarded the plane. He knew none of them. He was thumping his left leg up and down, lost in thought, as someone tapped on his shoulder. He looked up, to find the face of another boy looking down on him. The boy had deep red hair and freckles spilled out across his face. His eyes were blue, and had a sort of cloudy misfortune to them. He wore a slick smile, and asked Ralph if he would please move aside, that he needed to get to the window seat. The boy with the red hair smiled at Ralph again. "Hi, sorry if I bothered you," he said. "I'm Jack. Jack Merridew." Ralph smiled back and introduced himself. "Well then Ralph, I bet you didn't know that I'm head choir boy at school and I can sing C sharp. Took me forever to learn…" Jack trailed off in thought as he looked around the plane. The last of the boys had boarded and were seated. He could see out of the corner of his eye the pilot slip into the cockpit. Jack, whom had lost interest in Ralph, continued to look about. The other boys seemed to still be in the stage of awkward introduction to one another, but they chatted and smiled with one another. Ralph then looked away from Jack, and towards the isle of the plane. He then saw a fantastic looking girl waltz clumsily down the isle. She had choppy dark brown hair that was rumpled and hitting her shoulder. She had bangs that clipped the right side of her face. Her eyes were a milky, creamy, chocolaty brown with a hollow and distant, yet wise and passionate, glow. She had dark black eyeliner smeared across her eyelids. She wore a Led Zeppelin t-shirt underneath a beaten black leather jacket, and dark jeans that hugged her legs until they belled out a bit at the calf. She wore moccasins that had several rips and tears in them, hastily covered with duct tape. She had a disheveled majesty in her that Ralph could see and sense. He desperately wanted her to sit in the empty seat next to him. She locked eyes with his for a second, and he could feel their intensity. She sighed as she looked at the lack of seats that were to her preference, and slid down next to Ralph. Ralph instantly took this opportunity to talk with her. "Hi!" he said, perhaps a little bit too cheerfully. "Hi," she said back, kind of dragging the last sounds of the "I". She had a rich, laid back voice. "My name's Ralph… What's yours?" Oh God, Ralph thought, I sound like a damn kindergartener. She dredged up a polite smile. "I'm Jenny." Jenny was used to this. Introductory talk. Quick, easy, meant nothing. Then, to Jenny's surprise the foul looking redhead piped up and . said "My name's Jack" He smiled as well, a slow smirk. Jenny raised her hand as some kind of lame waving gesture paired with, again, a polite smile. Too much smiling, she thought to herself. But that blonde boy, Ralph as he says, is awful cute. As she felt the plane jerk, a sensation she was used to, she took out her headphones, partly because she was dieing to hear how her copy of Tepid Peppermint Wonderland: A Retrospective by The Brian Jonestown Massacrewas going to sound, but also as a way to blissfully distract herself from having to make small talk. Again.
Ralph couldn't believe it. That girl, Jenny, actually sat next to him. Sure, it was really the only logical choice unless she wanted to sit next to those 7 year olds, but still. It was a nice feeling, having her next to him. He became conscious of his English accent as he thought of her drawling California accent. He compared them in his mind for a while. Jenny was thinking deeply of her usual, outwardly dull presence and how it clashed from how she really was on the inside. She swore to herself that if any of these boys wanted to talk or be friendly, she wouldn't play the fool. She was going to go for it. She was sick of being so passive. She shut her eyes tighter and scratched her nose. She could feel Ralph next to her, taking long breaths, and decided she should take advantaged of whatever quite time she had left. Ralph looked back at Jenny. Jenny had begun to listen to something, and he became curious. Well, not necessarily, but he just wanted to talk with her badly. He nervously tapped her shoulder. Her eyes, which had been shut, fluttered open and turned to slits. She took out her earphones, and suddenly Ralph became stuttering and embarrassed. "Uh, I'm sorry but…" He turned red, sorry to have disturbed her. Jenny was going to say something along the usual 'oh it's okay' spiel, but her promise to herself told her otherwise. She grinned at Ralph and spoke "Whadya want?" Ralph's mild hazel eyes glazed over and he said "Uh, well, like I said I'm sorry for, uh, you know, disturbing you, but I wanted to know what you were listening to…" Jenny was pleased. She liked were this conversation could lead. Music was something she could really talk about. "The Brain Jonestown Massacre," She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ralph looked briefly perplexed. "Well, just wondering..." He said shyly. She jumped up a little. "You mean you've never heard them?" She said in disbelief. Ralph shrugged and smiled. "Here, take these," She handed him the headphones and turned it back to the first track. "I'm going to make you listen to the whole damn thing and if you don't like it then I'm going to sit next to that slobbery little kid over there." She grinned as Ralph agreed, taking this task seriously. She pushed play, and watched Ralph as he intently listened. She then looked at the redhead, Jack, who had been throwing them glances over his shoulder earlier. But now he was sound asleep, his head rested against the plastic frame of the window.
During the duration of the album, Ralph asked little questions and made brief comments here and there, only to be shushed by Jenny. She automatically turned the volume up on her favorite tracks, and the volume down on some of the others. Once it was finished, Ralph took off the headphones and handed them back to Jenny. "So? Wasn't that the most amazing thing you've ever heard?" To which Ralph replied, "Not bad, honestly. Not my type, but cool" Jenny looked at him. "Yeah, I wasn't expecting you to know much about them. They never really got that much success." It was after that where Jenny launched into a richly garnished music conversation with Ralph. Jenny had never had so much to say in her life. Ralph laughed and smiled and supplemented with his small knowledge, claiming "being a military student doesn't give much time for that kind of stuff." To which Jenny rolled her eyes and said "How stupid. Sorry if that offends you, but military stuff pisses me off." Then, as if on cue, the wing of the plane began to shudder and flop wildly as plumes of smoke billowed of the wing. The last thing Jenny remembered before losing consciousness was the startled look on Jack's face as he awoke from his slumber, the screams of children, the look of concern on Ralph's face, and the intoxicating smell of harsh fumes and how beautifully ugly the crimson flames looked spewing out from the side of the plane.
Sunlight slanted and radiated warmth all along the breath taking coast. Jenny sat up, slowly at first, and then looked around quickly jumping to her feet. For a minute, there was a wall of glittering stars in front of her line of vision, and she felt as though she was going to fall over, but soon the sensation disappeared and she was able to walk normally...
Well kiddies, should the story go on?
