The Aftermath of the Diplomat
Hello! I'm still working on my Degrassi story, but I promise it will be out soon. I was going through some of my binder's for this past school year, and I found a collection of stories and homework from my literature class. We had read Lord of the Flies, and for the test, we had to write an epilogue for three of the characters. I wrote about Ralph, Jack, and SamnEric, because let's face it, those two might as well be one person. Anyway, I decided to share with you my Ralph Epilogue. Thanks for reading!
After leaving the island, and much intense therapy, Ralph attended Oxford to become a lawyer. After graduating, Ralph married his childhood next door neighbor, Helen. Together, they had three children, Mary, Simon, and Katie. For most of his life, he had been able to ignore the horrible memories of the island. However, on certain nights when the air was brisk and chilly, and the clouds covered the moon and the stars just right, Ralph would climb up into his attic, and pull out an old box.
Inside the box was a lock box filled with school photographs, a pair of shattered frames, and a rag of what used to be a shirt. Ralph would look through the photographs, mentally marking all the kids from the island. Turns out, Piggy did have a name. His real name was Ethan. Simon had won an English fair with an essay on philosophy. Jack had been on the varsity rugby team. Roger had played cricket with SamnEric. Ralph himself had been a promising member of the debate team. When Ralph got to the younger classes, he had to fight back the tears. The boy with the mulberry mark had been the lead in the elementary school play.
By the time Ralph got to little Percival, his eyes were red and his face was puffy. Percival had never made it home alive. He had been diagnosed on the boat with pnenoumia. Ralph had felt responsible for the boy's death, so he carried Percival out to his weeping parents. After he could cry no longer, Ralph would close the lockbox and stow it away again. Ralph lived a long, happy life with his wife, and died in his sleep at ninety-four, dreaming of the fire burning in the forest, the drum beating, and Jack, Simon, and Piggy's eyes staring into his soul.