It was only our first week on the island, but to us it seemed like
our first year. Ralph had been elected our chief, and the opposing force,
Jack, would often glare at him with a cold penetrating eye. It made you
wonder.
Jack was head of the hunters, and took great pride in killing. He poked fun at Piggy, who couldn't help his pleasantly plump figure, and beat up the littluns. Ralph stood up for Piggy though, and that was what Jack hated the most. I liked Ralph from the beginning. He didn't try and avoid me, like some of the other boys did. He respected me, and I felt good about that.
It seemed like a Sunday to me, although I'll never know. It had that sweet smelling air to it and it made you want to lay down on the sand right then and there. It started with a shout from Roger, at least I think it was Roger, Jack's crew was all the same to me.
"Jack! Get o'er here! It's a girl!!" Jack looked up from where he was sharpening his wooden spear.
"What are you talking about Rog..." but he stopped in mid-sentence. A weary looking girl about 13 crawled out from underneath a brush. The littluns stopped their shouting and the once laughter and shouting became silence.
"Who are you?" Jack spoke, with a harsh tone in his voice. The girl brushed her tangled black hair out of her eyes and exhaled slowly.
"You were all on the plane, weren't you?"
"Of course we were!" Piggy exclaimed, fixing his specs a little.
"How'd you get here?" Jack breathed into her face, a glare in his eyes.
"I was on the plane...the pilot was my father..." she trailed off and looked at the fading blue sky, sighing a little.
"You mean to tell us you were on that plane with us?" She nodded towards Jack and wiped her hands on her dirt smeared chemise. She had the greenest eyes I had ever seen, and she looked so beautiful...just standing there, out of breath and tired.
"Well what are we s'possed to do now?" Jack looked at Ralph, raising an eyebrow. Ralph stood and shrugged.
"She can join us."
"Are you crazy? I ain't havin' no girl livin' with us!" Roger folded his arms and grunted. I scooped some sand into my cupped hand and watched it fall out slowly.
"Well, we can't just let her starve!" the girl walked around a bit, staring at the makeshift huts.
"What, may I ask, are these?" Jack rolled his eyes.
"They're huts." he said matter-of-factly.
"Figures." Jack fumed at this response.
"Well if your a girl then why don't you fix them, all you guys are good fer any ways!" I looked up at this remark and felt like smacking Jack, but I could never do it.
"I can do everything you can!" her eyes turned into slits.
"You can't piss standin' up!" Jack sniggered and some of the hunters laughed at this.
"Leave her alone guys," Ralph was trying to be kind, "She's probably starving."
"I got some good fruit stored away!" Piggy jumped up to the occasion of making a new friend.
"What's your name?" came a voice, sounding much like mine. That's when I realized it was mine. She smiled lightly at me, and spoke softly.
"Sarah" the littluns and followers of Ralph all introduced themselves. I was too shy though. Piggy and Ralph walked off with a few littluns to find some supplies for building another hut, and Jack's group had ran off hunting, disgusted by the thought of a girl living with them. She sat down by me, looking out towards the shore.
"Do you ever think we'll get rescued?" she was talking to me.
"I don't know."
"What's your name?" she tilted her head, she was interested in me! Me, plain old batty Simon, a girl was interested in me!
"Me?"
"Who else silly?" she smiled.
"Uh..Simon." I had almost forgotten my name.
"That Jack, he's a rotten one, 'eh?" she dug through the sand and cradled a tiny shell in her hands.
"Oh, uh, well yes." I couldn't have sounded more like an idiot. I heard laughter and we turned around to see Piggy and Ralph rushing back with sticks and leaves.
"Great..now hand that to me and I should be done in no time!" she grabbed the supplies and went straight to work. Her huts desperately outdoing our clumsily made ones. After a couple of hours, or so it seemed, she had finished. The hut was the best one made yet.
"Wow...that's a sure good 'un! Maybe you could remake ours sometime!" Piggy looked at the hut, a wonder in his eyes.
"Maybe, but it'd be better just to teach you." That's when Jack came rushing back, his hunters chanting a song, laughing and arguing.
"What did I tell ya, Ralph? I knew I'd get a pig! Look at 'er, she's huge!" he pointed to the rather large sow that hung on a stick.
That night we all ate, Jack finally accepting Sarah, although they weren't the best of friends. The littluns rushed to their huts while Piggy told them bedtime stories. Jack was sitting in a small huddle with his men, discussing the next hunt I assumed. And Ralph was kneeling by the water, thinking solemnly.
I felt her presence before I saw her. I turned around and stood face to face with Sarah.
"Simon...why don't you ever talk to anyone?" I felt embarrassed.
"I do!" I defended myself.
"Oh, well if you say so. Would you like to talk a walk with me?" she wanted me to walk with her? Maybe I wasn't so bad after all. It was nearly dark, but just light enough to make out where we were going.
I showed her where our lagoon was, and the best trees to climb, and the only reliable places to find fruit. She turned to me and I peered straight into her almond eyes. She tucked a curly strand of her ebony hair back behind her ear and rubbed her left finger nervously.
"Simon, what was your life like back in England." I sat down on a tree stump and sighed. She leaned against a gigantic tree, the biggest one I'd ever seen.
"Oh, well, it was okay. I did good in school and all."
"I mean...did you have a girlfriend." I was shocked! Me, have a girlfriend? Girls avoided me, everyone did!
"No." I looked down at my hands and she moved closer. I could feel her warm breath invading the shrill night air on he cheek.
"Do you want one?" I felt her smile before I felt her lips against mine, I pulled back a little, only in surprise but then I kissed her back.
This was a new experience for me, something I'd never dreamed of. She ran a slim hand through my dark auburn hair and cocked her head. In the closing darkness she embraced me. All we had to do was hold each other and knowing that I had her made me feel needed, wanted, and most of all loved.
"We should be getting back."
"Yea.." I felt my hand being grasped and turned my head to see her staring at me tenderly. I heard a rustle behind us and a snicker that sounded vaguely familiar. I fumed and shifted quickly for I already knew who had seen us. The name held cold in my palate could only be uttered in hate. Jack...
Jack was head of the hunters, and took great pride in killing. He poked fun at Piggy, who couldn't help his pleasantly plump figure, and beat up the littluns. Ralph stood up for Piggy though, and that was what Jack hated the most. I liked Ralph from the beginning. He didn't try and avoid me, like some of the other boys did. He respected me, and I felt good about that.
It seemed like a Sunday to me, although I'll never know. It had that sweet smelling air to it and it made you want to lay down on the sand right then and there. It started with a shout from Roger, at least I think it was Roger, Jack's crew was all the same to me.
"Jack! Get o'er here! It's a girl!!" Jack looked up from where he was sharpening his wooden spear.
"What are you talking about Rog..." but he stopped in mid-sentence. A weary looking girl about 13 crawled out from underneath a brush. The littluns stopped their shouting and the once laughter and shouting became silence.
"Who are you?" Jack spoke, with a harsh tone in his voice. The girl brushed her tangled black hair out of her eyes and exhaled slowly.
"You were all on the plane, weren't you?"
"Of course we were!" Piggy exclaimed, fixing his specs a little.
"How'd you get here?" Jack breathed into her face, a glare in his eyes.
"I was on the plane...the pilot was my father..." she trailed off and looked at the fading blue sky, sighing a little.
"You mean to tell us you were on that plane with us?" She nodded towards Jack and wiped her hands on her dirt smeared chemise. She had the greenest eyes I had ever seen, and she looked so beautiful...just standing there, out of breath and tired.
"Well what are we s'possed to do now?" Jack looked at Ralph, raising an eyebrow. Ralph stood and shrugged.
"She can join us."
"Are you crazy? I ain't havin' no girl livin' with us!" Roger folded his arms and grunted. I scooped some sand into my cupped hand and watched it fall out slowly.
"Well, we can't just let her starve!" the girl walked around a bit, staring at the makeshift huts.
"What, may I ask, are these?" Jack rolled his eyes.
"They're huts." he said matter-of-factly.
"Figures." Jack fumed at this response.
"Well if your a girl then why don't you fix them, all you guys are good fer any ways!" I looked up at this remark and felt like smacking Jack, but I could never do it.
"I can do everything you can!" her eyes turned into slits.
"You can't piss standin' up!" Jack sniggered and some of the hunters laughed at this.
"Leave her alone guys," Ralph was trying to be kind, "She's probably starving."
"I got some good fruit stored away!" Piggy jumped up to the occasion of making a new friend.
"What's your name?" came a voice, sounding much like mine. That's when I realized it was mine. She smiled lightly at me, and spoke softly.
"Sarah" the littluns and followers of Ralph all introduced themselves. I was too shy though. Piggy and Ralph walked off with a few littluns to find some supplies for building another hut, and Jack's group had ran off hunting, disgusted by the thought of a girl living with them. She sat down by me, looking out towards the shore.
"Do you ever think we'll get rescued?" she was talking to me.
"I don't know."
"What's your name?" she tilted her head, she was interested in me! Me, plain old batty Simon, a girl was interested in me!
"Me?"
"Who else silly?" she smiled.
"Uh..Simon." I had almost forgotten my name.
"That Jack, he's a rotten one, 'eh?" she dug through the sand and cradled a tiny shell in her hands.
"Oh, uh, well yes." I couldn't have sounded more like an idiot. I heard laughter and we turned around to see Piggy and Ralph rushing back with sticks and leaves.
"Great..now hand that to me and I should be done in no time!" she grabbed the supplies and went straight to work. Her huts desperately outdoing our clumsily made ones. After a couple of hours, or so it seemed, she had finished. The hut was the best one made yet.
"Wow...that's a sure good 'un! Maybe you could remake ours sometime!" Piggy looked at the hut, a wonder in his eyes.
"Maybe, but it'd be better just to teach you." That's when Jack came rushing back, his hunters chanting a song, laughing and arguing.
"What did I tell ya, Ralph? I knew I'd get a pig! Look at 'er, she's huge!" he pointed to the rather large sow that hung on a stick.
That night we all ate, Jack finally accepting Sarah, although they weren't the best of friends. The littluns rushed to their huts while Piggy told them bedtime stories. Jack was sitting in a small huddle with his men, discussing the next hunt I assumed. And Ralph was kneeling by the water, thinking solemnly.
I felt her presence before I saw her. I turned around and stood face to face with Sarah.
"Simon...why don't you ever talk to anyone?" I felt embarrassed.
"I do!" I defended myself.
"Oh, well if you say so. Would you like to talk a walk with me?" she wanted me to walk with her? Maybe I wasn't so bad after all. It was nearly dark, but just light enough to make out where we were going.
I showed her where our lagoon was, and the best trees to climb, and the only reliable places to find fruit. She turned to me and I peered straight into her almond eyes. She tucked a curly strand of her ebony hair back behind her ear and rubbed her left finger nervously.
"Simon, what was your life like back in England." I sat down on a tree stump and sighed. She leaned against a gigantic tree, the biggest one I'd ever seen.
"Oh, well, it was okay. I did good in school and all."
"I mean...did you have a girlfriend." I was shocked! Me, have a girlfriend? Girls avoided me, everyone did!
"No." I looked down at my hands and she moved closer. I could feel her warm breath invading the shrill night air on he cheek.
"Do you want one?" I felt her smile before I felt her lips against mine, I pulled back a little, only in surprise but then I kissed her back.
This was a new experience for me, something I'd never dreamed of. She ran a slim hand through my dark auburn hair and cocked her head. In the closing darkness she embraced me. All we had to do was hold each other and knowing that I had her made me feel needed, wanted, and most of all loved.
"We should be getting back."
"Yea.." I felt my hand being grasped and turned my head to see her staring at me tenderly. I heard a rustle behind us and a snicker that sounded vaguely familiar. I fumed and shifted quickly for I already knew who had seen us. The name held cold in my palate could only be uttered in hate. Jack...