Well guess what? I have written another one with like, I don't know, 98% less girls that the last one. I personally think this one is going to turn out rather shitty, but we'll see. Also, there's a almost-blind girl in this one too, but I'm not exactly sure how to go about portraying that but I tried. Let me know if I'm doing it wrong because I'm going one chapter at a time, which means more time to criticize each chapter. Also I don't have the book with me this time around either, so all I have to go off of is online guides and my other fic. Ages have been raised to 14-15, with littlun exceptions. Correct me if I use wrong slang. Alright, enough of this babbling note.

The two figures stumbled through the thick of the jungle, clumsily brushing through the foliage and weeds. Their skin was damp with sweat and their clothing began to stick, for the school uniforms they wore were not suitable for such humid weather. The leading silhouette, slender and agile called out to the other, which seemed to be falling behind. "Could you hurry up? I'm half blind and still faster than you are."

The smaller one behind her did not reply at first, too busy gasping for breath and trying not to trip and plunge into the plants, which surely hid all sorts of disgusting insects within them. When the lagging figure finally managed to catch her breath she would shout, "Lucy, why don't you slow down? I can barely move in all of this. I think I just got bit by somethin'."

The taller girl, who was now perched on a flat stone whirled around to protest, obviously sick of the requests of the other. "If we keep stopping every five minutes we aren't going to make it out of here!"

Below her, the peevish girl whined. "But it is so hot I don't think I can move another step. Look, my blazer is already becoming tattered."

"No it isn't! It looks perfectly fine to me."

"Everything looks 'perfectly fine' to you, all you see is a blur anyway." She waved her hand dismissively. "Here, let me come closer and I'll show you." Unsteadily the girl got to her feet, straightening out her stockings with one hand, and still holding the edge of her maroon hued school blazer, limped towards Lucy, who was still positioned on the rock. Holding out the frayed end to her, she'd mumble, "Look at that, it's just awful isn't it?"

Lucy towered over the other girl, even more so now that she was elevated with help from the flat stone she stood upon. Peering down at the cloth, which was a hazy mess of red to her eyes rather than an intricate pattern of stitches and fabric, she squinted. Leaning down she would take a moment to brush dark hair from her face before continuing. Tentatively reaching out, she would gently press the material between her two fingers and move in a circular motion, feeling for signs of damage.

"I think you're making it worse."

With that she promptly removed her fingers from the article of clothing and stood straight, informing the girl, "Anita, it's fine. You're being ridiculous. Now come on, we've got to go."

Not yet ready to start moving again, Anita clambered to her feet. "Could we at least walk for a bit, then?"

Though clearly not wanting to give in, the dark haired girl would comply. "Fine. Quickly though."

Anita was glad for this change in pace and caught up with her dark-haired companion. Silence quickly followed them, with the exception of the buzzing jungle and the sound of plants being crushed under their feet. It didn't take long for Anita to start talking once more. "What do you think happened...you know with the plane and all?"

"Everybody died, probably." Lucy said dismissively, her tone indicating that there was a chance she was joking.

Anita was not amused with her macabre take on humor and scowled. "Some had to have survived, don't you think? I think that the back plane got carried out to sea..."

"Good thing we weren't in that part, then."

"Most of the girls were in the back though."

"Well, we aren't those girls."

Eventually the coarse foliage of the jungle began to fade, and they instead found themselves on sandy ground instead. Lucy could tell from the salty scent of the ocean and the smattering of yellow and blue she could see, that they had made it to a beach. Just to be sure she bent down and grasped at the ground, hand gripping the soft sand. The dark haired girl stood, the grains slipping through her fingers easily as if they were silk.

Anita, light hair whipping in the wind looked as if she were about to say something in return when a strange noise interrupted her. It was not loud nor commanding, more like someone who was trying to play the trumpet and was failing at it. Just a few moments later and the sound repeated itself.

Lucy was quick to react, and grabbed Anita's hand, leading her down the strip of beach towards the noise. Farther down she could make out two blurry figures. "Are those adults?" She inquired, hoping that it was so and they could find a way out of here.

"No, they look like our age." Anita whispered furiously as Lucy slowed to a walk.

Lucy was the first to speak to them. "Were you the ones who made that noise?"

The fair haired boy turned towards them and said, "I'm Ralph, I've been trying to call a meeting."

She was skeptical of this and narrowed her eyes. "With what, exactly?"

A rotund boy with glasses who was standing beside Ralph gently took an object from his hands and said, "With this conch. My auntie's friend had one just like it..." He began to prattle.

Lucy squinted. "Well how does that even work?"

The one holding the conch suddenly stopped speaking and pointed at a specific part. "Can't you see this part here? My auntie never let me blow on account of my ass-mar."

Suddenly she became defensive. "No I most certainly cannot see!"

Before anyone else could say a word, Anita who was aching to be polite fixed her green eyes on the two boys. "I'm Anita, and that's Lucy."

"Oh." The rotund boy then began to list off facts he knew about eyesight, talking about his specs and coming to the conclusion that she must be somewhat blind.

Which was true. Annoyed, Lucy began to correct him anyway. "You're talking rubbish, things are just a bit blurry, that's all."

Anita took a curl of blonde hair and pushed it behind her ear, and asked, "Kind of like how the mirrors get foggy after showering?"

Shrugging, the other girl responded with, "I suppose. There are a few dark spots however..."

"Don't you have a cane though? My auntie uses a cane, but that's because she has a bad back." The bespectacled boy informed them.

"I did, but I lost it after the plane going down. Not like I needed it anyway, my mum made me take it."

Anita whirled around to face the pudgy boy and told him kindly, "We still don't know your name."

"Oh, his name is Piggy." Ralph said gleefully, clearly finding it to be amusing.

This caused Lucy to burst out laughing, but Anita just clasped her hands together and said, "Oh. Well, that's...nice?"

The fat boy, Piggy as it were, lashed out at the boy. "I told you not to tell anyone!"

Ralph shrugged and snatched the conch right out of his hands.

"Be careful or you'll break it!" Piggy cried.

"Oh, shut up." And with that, Ralph took a large breath and blew into the conch fiercely. Anita shrieked at the loud noise, but nobody could hear her over the sound of the conch.

Soon after he stopped blowing, and the whole beach began to burst with life, human life.

"See any adults? Any girls?" Lucy prodded Anita.

"No, just boys so far..."

The fair haired boy began scrambling towards a coral platform, hoisting himself up. Not to be outdone, Lucy quickened and vaulted herself up on top. Piggy was the last to make it, just as all the newcomers came. The most obvious of them all were the ones in the black cloaks, marching along as if they were some kind of little army. When they made it to the coral stage the leader of them all climbed up and went straight for Ralph, seeing as he was the one with the conch. As if it were some sort of symbol of authority.

"Where is the man with the trumpet?" The boy, tufts of orange hair sticking out from his black cap demanded to know.

"There is no man. Only me." Ralph replied evenly.

"What do you mean, there's no man? There has to be a man. How will we ever get home?" He barked at them.

Anita quietly stepped forward. "I'm Anita, what is your name?"

With a gaze full of contempt he sneered, "You're a girl, aren't you?"

"Well, yes-"

"No kidding, she's a girl. Can't you see?" Lucy said, clearly mockingly, as she did whenever she decided to make fun of those who clearly could see better that she.

"We're going to have a meeting soon." Ralph informed him, "So, come sit."

Piggy was not content to see him leave yet without knowing what he was called and straightening out his glasses, stepped towards him. "We need your name though, we can't keep track of everyone if we don't know their names."

Jack looked down upon him with much more disgust than he did with Anita. "You talk too much, fatty. But I'm Merridew by the way."

The insult sent the crowds below into a frenzy, some even dramatically falling to the ground howling and clutching their abdomens as if they had been stabbed.

Lucy rolled her eyes accordingly. "It wasn't that funny."

The laughter died down, but Ralph, blue eyes glinting mischievously just had to say, "His name isn't fatty, it's Piggy!" Piggy sulked at this and ducked out of sight.

And it started up again quickly after that, worse than before. Some of the younger boys even began to chant, "Piggy, Piggy!" a relentless, chortling chorus.

But that too began to die and was replaced with whining from the choir, begging to take their robes off. The line of the choir broke once one of them, a small dark haired boy, fell into the sand.

"Put him over there." Merridew ordered dismissively, as if it happened all the time. "He's always throwing faints." He then went on to describe all of the various times the unconscious boy fell, the choir sharing a few grins amongst themselves, an inside joke the others were not aware of.

"But Jack, we can take our cloaks off, right? They are so heavy." Moans of agreement and approval followed.

"Call me Merridew, I'm not a kid, why use such names!" The redhead stopped for a moment and then gave them the signal to take them off. He started up the pile by throwing his own down, and the others followed.

Ralph finally took control of the situation again by blowing into the conch, a short bleat. "We need to have a chief."

"I should be chief." Merridew said, daring anyone to challenge his authority.

Lucy of course, was the one to do just that and exclaimed rather darkly, "Why?"

"Because I'm the chapter chorister. And head boy."

"That doesn't mean anything, I was once head girl last year so I could be the chief."

Merridew threw his arms up and laughed. "Yeah, last year. If you did your job right you'd still be head girl. And besides, you are a girl, and everybody knows girls can't be chief."

The gathering, made up of all boys shouted, agreeing. The only other female was Anita, and she did not want to face the giant crowd.

Furiously, Lucy snarled. "So what! I could make a better chief that you ever could."

Ralph, who never seemed to be able to keep his mouth shut said, "But aren't you blind?"

Lucy fixed him with a death glare and that was enough time for the tall redhead to break down laughing. "You're blind? Are you really?" He choked. Raising his hand, he'd go, "How many fingers am I holding up?" He'd take a step closer, shoving his hand into her face, smirking at his mean spirited jokes.

Anita was quick to chastise him. "That's enough you don't have to-"

Trying to keep her patience, she started straight at him, slightly clouded brown eyes betraying nothing. Very softly she would warn him, "Listen here, Jack," She made sure to put emphasis on his first name, "I don't care how many fingers you are holding up, but if you don't get them out of my face I'll break them."

At this he backed off, the grin on his face faltered but the glint in his gaze remained. If say, little Anita had made such a threat it was unlikely he would have taken it seriously. But Lucy was athletic and tall for a girl her age, almost as tall as himself and when she started throwing around threats like that it was obvious she meant it.

"Let's have a vote for chief." A boy deep within the crowd suggested. Slowly the sea of boys began to nod their heads in unison.

Another exclaimed, "Let's have the boy with the shell!"

Though she kept a straight face, Lucy was rather annoyed with the fact that if maybe she had the conch in the beginning, they might be voting her in, however unlikely it may be. Regardless she raised her hand in favor of Ralph's leadership, knowing the probable alternative would be Jack. Piggy peaked his head out from the tree he was hiding behind and though he did not look happy about it, he too lifted his hand in favor. Most of the others seemed to want the light haired boy as their leader, or chief, as it were, judging by all of the hands high in the air.

"For me now?" The ever impatient Jack growled.

The only ones who raised their hands were the choir, dutifully rather than an actual desire to have him as their chief.

"I guess I'm the chief then." Ralph claimed, rather uneasily after witnessing Jack's hurt expression. Lucy, in a rather childish fit stuck her tongue out at them both behind their backs. Quick to offer a solution to this he told him, "You can lead the choir and they can be whatever you want them to."

As if he had been thinking it over for a long time Jack told him, "Hunters."

"Alright then, that's settled. Now we've got to find out if this is an island or not."

Once he said that, Anita looked around, crossing her arms and observing the vicinity, now that she was up high on the slanted platform it was easier to see. The area they were at did not really seem like the full ocean, for she had been to it once and where they were now was nowhere near as big. This was more like a lagoon, surely if they were to swim too far out they would find themselves in the actual ocean. But the nice sand dunes and trees surrounding the sides made it a quaint swimming area. Farther to what she thought was the north appeared to be a large mountain peaking over immense copse of trees. Everything else appeared to be the jungle.

"I'll go, and Jack and...Simon can come with me."

"Hey, what about me?" Dark haired Lucy requested, rather angry he excluded her.

"Pfft, you can't come!" Jack said dismissively.

Ralph looked conflicted for a moment, but once her fury seemed to increase he gave in. "Alright, fine. Let's go."

The three boys began to make their way down the beach, and she was intent on following them, until Anita latched on to her arm.

"What do you want?" An agitated Lucy demanded of her.

Anita, as equally upset asked, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Clearly not in the mood, "I don't have time for this-ugh." Turning around to call back to the three boys, "Wait a minute okay?" With that she snatched Anita up and took her to the side, against the tree on the platform. The rest of the group began to run about madly, and nobody noticed as Piggy started to lumber towards Ralph and his group. "Okay, what do you want?"

"You do realize," Anita started mater-of-factly, "That we two are the only girls here?"

"Are you sure?"

This made Anita second-guess herself and she turned out towards the bustling noises below and looked about. "Yup, pretty much."

"Okay, so?"

"Well, we don't even know them! Look at all of the colors out there, they all have different uniforms, absolutely none of them are from our area,"

"No kidding, we come from an all-girls school." Came the sarcastic, biting reply.

"Lucy you git, don't you understand that you can't just go off into the unknown with a couple of boys you don't know?"

"Well why not?"

"B-because! It's a dumb thing to do. They are strangers, and it is improper."

"You act like I'm going to go snog them or something. You're being ridiculous."

Clearly fed up, Anita threw her hands up in the air. "Fine, if you get hurt or lost and they decide not to go looking for you, don't come crying to me."

Lucy shrugged, clearly not affected. "Alright." With that she jumped off the platform and followed the boys walking down the expansive strip of sand. Anita, the only one perched atop the coral structure watched her go, eyes glittering with disapproval.

See, it's not very good!