Hey everyone I know I probably shouldn't start a new story when I have two other to finish, but I could write those cause this one kept interrupting me! So I decided to write it, it's actually farther along than my other ones and should be finished this week so that I can finish the other two.

Summary: Yes its cliché, but who cares? The Head master's daughter is evacuated from London with a group of boys, when their plane crashes on an uninhabited island. She must survive and keep her morals strong.

A/N: okay remember this is for enjoyment only. Lol I took a Mary-sue test for this character, and passed slightly. She is more knowledgeable than the boys but it's because of what she learned at home. So please keep the fire away from my fun! Oh! And to let you know it's set in 1930's-40's because something I read said world war… then another said cold war so I just went with WWII.

A/N: Yes the boys are older but I figured it wouldn't really affect the original story based on the Stanford Prisoner experiment in 1971.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Flies or any of it characters I do however own Laura Elizabeth Grayson, her father, and whoever else wasn't in the book

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Laura sat quietly in the front of her father's office. Her aunt had dropped her off to visit him for the weekend, as he was the headmaster at a boy's boarding school he lived on the campus.

She silently picked at the skirt of her last good dress as she waited to be called into his office. She hadn't seen him since the beginning of this semester and had missed him terribly.

"Laura, dear your father is ready to see you" said Mrs. Patrick the school secretary. Laura gave small smile and opened the door to his office.

"Daddy!" She cried happily practically jumping into the arms of the older man.

"Hello, pumpkin, oh how I've missed you! Where's your mum? I've been dying to see her."

She grimaced at his dreamy look and giggled. "Mum got the stomach flu, Aunt Sissy was with her all night and said… well actually what she said was gross."

Her father chuckled and laughed. "I'm sure what your Aunt said was more than gross, my darling sister always had a way with words. Oh! Your poor mother, having to be stuck with Cecelia , I wish we could go home and take care of her, but it seems I'm stuck here."

Laura smiled sadly "yes this war has made bullocks of everything hasn't it?"

"Laura!" She giggled and hugged her father again.

"It's true though isn't it? Ever since the war started you've had to stay here." She paused and quietly continued "We've missed you a lot, mum cries when we hear about bombings and such, and she doesn't stop until you ring."

Her father hugged her tighter "I feel it to pumpkin, my heart clenches every time something might happen."

Laura looked at him seriously, "Aunt Sissy wants us to fly to Grandpa and Grandma's until it's over, but Mum doesn't want to leave you."

Her father sighed and sat in his chair, "What do you think?"

"I agree with Aunt Sissy that it would be safer for us there but, I don't want to leave you either Daddy."

He smiled and nodded, "I agree with your aunt also. By the way why on earth are you here on a Thursday don't you have school?"

She giggled again "Maybe for your school, at the public ones well they closed on Wednesday because of the air-raid Tuesday night."

"That bad?" Laura nodded and whispered "Bad enough that we had to stay in the shelter until Wednesday afternoon."

Her father paled slightly and hugged her again. "Then we are definitely getting you, your aunt and mum to your grandparents."

"What about you?"

"Oh, well I have plans ready to evacuate the boys in case of an emergency, so I've been planning on evacuating them over the next few weeks, young ones first and then the older ones. Afterwards I'll meet up with you and your mother."

Laura stomach suddenly growled and her father's grin returned. "Well enough with that, we have a whole weekend together let's get some lunch okay?"

She nodded and held her father's hand as they left the office. He looked down at her and chuckled. "I thought you hated to wear yellow."

Laura grinned and grimaced at the same time. "It's my last dress, mum made shorts and blouses out of all the others, and the linens are low too."

Her father looked at her questioningly and she giggled "Trust me daddy you don't want to know… but me, mum and Aunt Sissy have become quite the seamstresses."

Her father looked at her in mock shock "Cecelia a seamstress, no! Were pigs flying?"

Laura giggled. "You'd be really proud daddy, we started and herb and fruit garden in the back yard, and made homemade soaps and shampoos and medicine. We've saved a lot of money doing that even some of the neighbors use our stuff! You know Mrs. Owens, she gives us free meat, bread, and cheese from her deli for some of our soaps and tea, our whole neighborhood has become a bartering system, of course most have been evacuating with the bombing being so frequent."

Her father grinned at her proudly and opened the door to the cafeteria. The noise suddenly deafened her as she noticed all the boys eating.

Some who noticed her stopped and stared, until her father glared at them. Laura wanted to laugh, the boys at her school never stared at her. She grinned at her dad and followed him as he retrieved their lunch and sat in a far off corner.

After lunch her father took her to his small house on the premises where she was left to her own devices until his afternoon meetings were over. Laura didn't mind she had brought a new book; well new to her, her aunt had bartered for it. Sighing she cuddled towards the fire place and slowly drifted to sleep with her book in hand.

When Laura woke it was morning and her father had moved her to the guest room during the night. She slowly began dressing in her knickers her aunt had made from her mother's wedding gown, and the red shorts her mum had made out of the pillow cases. She put a camisole on and then the blouse that was made from her favorite white sun dress. Her father came rushing into the house, "We've been notified to evacuate immediately! Grab what you need and meet me by the front of the school."

Laura nodded and her heart pounding as she grabbed her knitted bag her mother made for her birthday it was big enough to hold supplies in case they were split up during an air raid.

She grabbed her book and her yellow dress and put it into the already readymade bag, slipping on her canvas sneakers and ran out the door. Her heart continues to pound as she reached her father.

"Daddy what's going on?"

"They think there is an air raid heading towards us. We're going to take the boys to the airfield." He stopped and looked at Laura, who suddenly felt like a ton of rock landed in her stomach.

"I want you to go with them, stay with the group when the plan lands and I'll find you."

"Y-you're not coming with me?" Laura whimpered her eyes burned with tears.

"No, I'm going to get your aunt and mother; we'll find you okay Laura?" She nodded and gripped his hand as the planes prepared to leave slowly the groups of boys diminished, her group was the last. Laura hugged her father as tear silently fell; he kissed her brow and watched as she was ushered onto the plane.

When Laura entered the plane the noise stopped. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, the teacher aboard noticed her and smiled. "Boys this is Headmaster Grayson's daughter, she was with us when we were to evacuate, I hope you will be on your best behavior and be respectful to her."

There was a murmur of agreement and a snort somewhere in the group of boys. Laura could practically feel her ears burning.

"Now my dear, I'm Mr. Andrews, why don't you sit with the younger boys? If you need anything, just call for me." Laura whispered a thank you and walked to the little boys ignoring the older ones.

Sitting down in the empty seat she noticed the boy sitting next to her had tears in his eyes. "Boy, why are you crying?" She asked softly.

He looked at her with big doe eyes. "What if I never see Runner again?"

She paused confused for a second 'Runner who is runner?' she thought 'it kind of sounds like a… ooooh!' She smiled and looked at the little boy. "Is Runner your dog?"

He nodded "Mommy and daddy come pick me up after every weekend so I can see Runner, but we're flying away what if they can't find me?"

Laura hugged him and softly said "I'm worried about the same thing, but I promise I'll do everything I can so we can see them again if we can't find them or they can't find us we'll stick together okay?" the little boy nodded and held her hand.

"What's your name?" she asked

"Percival Wemys Madison" he answered. Laura grinned

"Why, you're named after a valiant knight of King Arthur! Oh what luck I have."

Percival giggled.

"Well Sir Percival I'm Laura."

He smiled again and began to chatter. Soon Percival fell asleep and Laura opened her bag pulling out her book, reading quietly until she too fell asleep.

Laura awoke to the plan shaking violently. Fear and adrenaline kicking in she got out of her seat and made sure the little boys seats were all buckled. Hurrying back to her seat, she put her book in her bag and put her arms through the knitted straps like a backpack and tightly buckled herself in .She glanced over to Percival see him awake and scared, his seat beat locked and secure, she gripped his hand and never let go, until she blacked out.

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A/N: Yes I used a lined from Peter Pan, it just fit perfectly!