Hey what's up everybody!!! Anyways, I just finished reading Lord of the Flies for my english class so, I just wanted to write MY version of the story. After all, it sucks that there were no girl characters in the book. This is my story of what should have happened from the beginning till the end. PEACE OUT!!! ;D

TRAPPED ORCHID

Katrina's POV-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Darkness. It was the only thing that I could see. I was surrounded by nothing yet by everything. I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't even move. Am I alive or dead? At this sudden thought, I tried to move. Nothing. No reaction. Feeling terrified, I started to run through this vast darkness. This darkness. This darkness that was my mind. No...No... I will not give in to death. I turned around in every corner and found nothing but thick walls. I reached out towards the dark air, trying to find anything. That is, until, a single small speck of light landed on the palm of my hand. The bright light began to quickly expand into a large door. Without a single thought, I leaped into the light warm door. All to quickly, my senses were barracaded with different kinds of sensations.

Normal POV----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Katrina crinkled her eyes shut, as she used all of her strength to open her eyes. It was nearly impossible, but she was not one to give up so easily. Trying again, Katrina slowly fluttered her eyes open with less difficulty.

Distorted images appeared before her until the color blue invaded her sight. She stared at the vast light sky, mesmerized by it's beauty.

Wow. The sky is sure clear today, Katrina thought wonderously as her eyes traveled over to the strange shapes of the white clouds. She spaced out for a couple of seconds before she suddenlysat upright. Wait...Clouds? Where in the world am I? Katrina notioned curiously as she turned around to inspect her surroundings.

The roaring of the furious waves as they crashed into the strong asphalt rocks, battling for dominance. Far off behind the crashing of the waves was the forevercalm sea that sparkled with elegance from the sun's reflection. And the sun - a blazing ball of fire that controlled the skies with it's mighty power. Behind where she sat stood numerious amounts of palm trees that danced hopelessly with the wind. Beside them stood sturdy dark pine trees that refused to dance along, their pride getting in the way. Katrina gazed at the sandy ground beneath her as she took a handful of the grains of sand into her fist. The tiny beads of sand poured smoothly through her slim fingers.

Katrina's huge bright gray eyes scanned around the whole area of where she sat, wondering where she was.

" That's wierd. I don't remember anything. How did I get here?" Katrina whispered to herself, clutching her wine-red head in desperation. "Dang it," she muttered in frustration, gazing at her slim pale hands.

Katrina, then, steadily stood up from her position, using her arms for momentum. Standing up, she glanced down at her dress, or what was left of it.

Her creamy peach dress was tattered every where. Her once long sleeves that went up to her wrists had now went up to her elbows. The right sleeve just drooped down from her shoulder, revealing her unscathed naked shoulder. There were a few small plum purple bruises that decorated her left arm, but other than that there weren't any other wounds. Scanning at her legs, she noticed that her once long dress had shortened up a great big deal and had now ended up a little higher than her knees. Tiny ripped holes decorated the dress on her back , thankfully not noticebly large. Katrina reached for her slender neck, finding what she was searching for. Around her neck was a black pearl necklace that her mother had given to her before she died. This necklace was the only piece of memory that she had in this island. Other than that, the only person she remembered was her gentle mother.

Katrina momentarily closed her eyes shut as she felt the strong breeze slam into her curvy figure. Her shoulder-length dark red hair danced behind her, wishing to be as free as the wind. The cool breeze that had past through her had the scent of fish and sand that invaded her senses. Opening her gray eyes, a small smile formed onto her usual blank face.

Katrina heaved a long sigh as she stretched her muscles out, figuring that she had been unconcious for more than a while.

"Jeez, what a pain," She muttered in irritation as she rubbed the back of her neck, " I guess I must be going now. There is a possibility that there are others like me who are stuck on this island."

Turning around back to the shimmering ocean, Katrina's dull gray eyes memorized the beautiful scene behind her. Maybe this isn't so bad, she thought soundlessly, Anyways, first things first. Let's see... I should first try to scout out the island and try to find something edible to eat. I mean, islands are full of fruits, aren't they?

Katrina carelessly walked towards the lustrious forest that seemed to be filled with many adventures. Especially secrets.

Before Katrina could even enter the forest, something at the corner of her gray eyes caught her attention. Snapping her head all the way to the bushes she saw something that was shiny. Curious, she bent down onto her bare knees and peered down at the object that laid down in front of her.

It was an eight inch dagger that looked to be in good condition. Hastily grabbing the dagger, she inspected every inch of it. That was when a certain thought came to her, Wait, if there is a dagger here then that means that there are people here also! Out of habit, Katrina bit her thumb as she marrowed her eyes onto the dangerous object, But, are these people friends or foes?

Katrina gazed once more time at the object in her hands, the knife was clean. Too clean. She could see her reflection clearly on the surface of the knife. She could see her flawless pale round face. Along with her face she could see her small round nose that had a lovely curve, small thin lips that was pulled into a straight line, huge innocent gray eyes that was hypnotizing, and her short curly bob of a hair that framed her face. All in all, the girl in the dagger was beautiful but somehow shattered.

Snap! The sound of the crunching of a stick had broke Katrina's concentration. Immediately, she snapped her red head to the direction where she heard the sudden noise. Narrowing her eyes, she growled out, "Who's there?!"

Katrina heard a surprised yelp as the perpetraitor shuffled around at the nearby bushes. This person seperated the last of the large bushes with their own two hands, revealing themselves completely to watched on as the boy began to huff out deeply in slow breaths. He seemed to have asthma by the large deep breaths that he inhaled, gulping at the air to calm his beating heart.

Katrina observed the boy before her. The boy seemed to be around her age, fifteen years old or possibly older. To be simply blunt, he was overweight and he wore circular black glasses. This boy was the definition of a victim to bullies.

"I'm sorry for frightening you," the boy huffed out helplessly, finally regaining his breath.

"No, it's fine. But, why were you hiding from me?" Katrina asked cautiously, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh, uh, well you see...I was just picking wild berries from one of the bushes from the back when I saw something shinning out in the distance," the boy explained profusely, pushing his specs back into place with his chubby fingers.

"What's your name?" Katrina asked calmly as she gestured her hand to the chubby boy.

"Uh, well, I don't know how to say this," the chubby boy muttered in embarrassment as a red blush appeared on his cheeks, " people call me Piggy. Please don't laugh."

Piggy closed his eyes tight, waiting for the laughter to insue. However, he was only met with silence. Opening his dark eyes quickly, he gaped at her in surprise. Katrina stood on the same spot, a tiny warm smile gracing her pale features.

"Nice to meet you Piggy. My name is Katrina," she calmly addressed, holding her right hand out.

A huge smile made it's way to Piggy's plump face as he took a grip on Katrina's outstretched hand and shook it.

"Oh!" Pigy cried out suddenly as if he just remembered something, "How would you like to join me and the other guys in our small camp? I mean, it's not much but it's our only shelter."

Katrina thought about this a second, and with a reassuring smile she answered back, " I'd love to."

Just as they were about to say something else, a strange sound invaded their ears. It sounded like the blow of a horn, but at the same time it sounded like the soft lullaby of a nuturing mother. It was mysterious but comforting.

Revolving her red head around to face Piggy, she saw how happy he looked. Katrina thought for a moment, What was that sound? And how come he looks all giddy? As if reading her thoughts, Piggy faced towards her and replied with a big grin, "That was the sound of the conch shell that the guys and I had found on the beach. We use the conch to have people gather up to where our shelter lay. We only use the conch if someone either wants everyone to come back or if they have some sort of announcement."

Katrina nodded her head in understanding, putting the pieces together.

"Which reminds me," Piggy started, "we both should be on our way to the campsite." Piggy walked back from where he came from, leading the pathway for Katrina.

Hey!!! So how did you like my story!!! Please be honest and if you didn't like the story then your loss because I am going to keep continuing on my story. For those who did like it, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!! I'm asking you nicely, DO IT!!!!!!! ;D............. TheMadMarchHare OUT!!!!!!