Well our English class was reading this book and I was thinking, 'OMJ these boys need a motherly figure. Or at least a stinking girl in there!' So here we are ^^ I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except Jane and I do not own any songs, poems, or pieces from the book that may be used in this Fanfiction.

I remember the hijackers. I remember the fighting. I remember the screams. I remember the crash…

I couldn't remember what happened next, but the next thing I knew, I was laying on the sands of a beach I didn't recognize. I groaned and sat up feeling a little dizzy. I didn't seem to be hurt, but my skirt was tattered and I had lost one of my shoes. I removed the only one left and rubbed my legs. They were stiff. I got on my feet and took a good look at my surroundings. There was nothing but trees on one side, and the ocean on the other. I noticed smoke seeping its way into the sky nearby and came to the conclusion that the plane had crashed. I heard a sound at a distance. It wasn't too far so I tried to follow it hoping that it was a survivor.

I stumbled around the jungle and found a large ground of boys by a coral reef. A boy with fair hair stood above the rest, holding a conch shell in his hand.

'Here's another Ralph!' a fat boy called and rushed to me. 'Hello Miss. What's yer name?' he asked kindly with a sweet smile. I gave a smile of my own and placed a hand on my chest.

'My name is Jane Worthington.' I explained and waited for him to introduce himself. The boy with fair hair continued blowing as the fat boy introduced himself.

'I suppose -now don't laugh- that you can call me Piggy.' he said his cheeks burning pink 'It's what my classmates called me.' I suppose it was rather amusing, but I would not embarrass the poor boy by laughing.

'Very well. If you'd like to be called Piggy, then I shall call you Piggy. Of course your no pig either.' I said sweetly. I was always taught to be kind. My mother used to tell me that kindness will take you far in life and will get you many friends. His cheeks burned red now and he smiled back at me.

'Thank you Miss Jane' he said.

'You can call me Jane.' I said giggling and looked around to find younger children. The youngest seemed at least six years old. I began asking their names to help Piggy until a boy shouted an order and everyone stopped, gasping, sweating, swaying with the fierce light. He came with a party of boys who marched approximately in step in two parallel lines and dressed in strangely eccentric clothing. Shorts, shirts, and different garments they carried in their hands; but each boy wore a square black cap with a silver badge on it. Their bodies from neck to ankle, were hidden by black cloaks which bore a long silver cross on the left breast and each neck was finished off with a hambone frill. The boy who lead this party was dressed in the same manner but his cap was golden. The boy himself came forward and spoke.

'Where's the man with the trumpet?' he asked.

'There's no man with a trumpet,' I explained 'Just that boy over there.' I said pointing to the boy with fair hair. The boy jumped from the platform to greet everyone. The leader of the party peered over the boy with fair hair and what he saw did not seem to please him. He turned quickly, his black cape circling.

'Isn't there a ship, then?' he asked impatiently. When his cloak revealed his body I saw that he was a thin and bony, but he was tall. His face was covered in freckles like me. I had a few freckles of my own, just a small few, not too many to notice. He was frustrated now and I felt that frustration would turn to anger. 'Isn't there a man here?!' he demanded. The boy with fair hair then spoke.

'No. We're having a meeting. Come and join us' the boy with fair hair stated. I focused my attention to the party of boys who began to scatter from close line. The tall boy shouted at them.

'Choir! Stand still!'

Wearily obedient, the choir huddled into a line and stood there swaying in the sun. The poor things. They must be so tired having to wear those heavy cloaks in this unbearable heat. Some began to protest faintly.

'But, Merridew. Please Merridew…can't we sit down?' I watched as the tall boy began to shout at them to stay still and I noticed one boy near to fainting.

'Oh just let them sit down!' I scolded and rushed to him. I noticed Piggy stare at me in amazement to my scolding. I was not intimidated by a boy in uniform. 'Look at them! They are near to fainting! Shame on you! You call yourself a choir leader! A true leader would do what's best for his choir, and all you've done was shout orders to the poor boys!' This caught him off-guard and he blinked.

'Who do you think you are?!' he demanded.

'I, sir, am Jane Worthington daughter of the General Worthington who is fighting in the wars this very moment!' I spat. This also caught him off-guard and he choked on his words. He then turned to his choir.

'Oh go ahead and sit down!' he spat and turned to the boy with fair hair. 'Aren't there any grown-ups?'

'No.' he answered. Merridew then sat on a tree stump and looked around the circle.

'Then we'll have to look out for ourselves.' After a short pause Piggy began to speak timidly.

'That's why Ralph made a meeting. So we can decide what to do. We've heard names. That's Johnny. Those two-they're twins, Sam 'n Eric, Which is Eric-? You? No-you're Sam-'

'I'm Sam!' one said to my left.

' 'n I'm Eric.' the other said to my right.

'We'd better have all the names,' said the boy with fair hair, 'I'm Ralph.'

'We've got most names,' said Piggy. "Got 'em just now.'

'Kids' names,' said Merridew. 'Why should I be Jack? I'm Merridew.' he stated proudly. I blinked and leaned down a little to make my eye level his.

'I really prefer Jack over Merridew.' I stated sweetly, 'Because it's the wonderful name you're mother named you.' Then his face turned red and I blinked again thinking it was the heat of the sun.

'Jack then,' Piggy went on, 'that boy-I forget-'

'You're talking too much,' said Jack Merridew, 'Shut up Fatty.'

'His name is not Fatty!' I cried defensively.

'That's right!' Ralph continued 'His real name is Piggy!' A storm of laughter arose and even the tiniest child joined in. I refused to join in. Boys…

Poor Piggy. His face went very pink, he bowed his head and cleaned his glasses again. I placed a hand on his shoulder in sympathy and smiled. 'It's not so bad. They might laugh now but I really like your name too.' I said honestly. I managed to make him smile, even grin. That made me feel good. Jack began to speak again.

'We've got to decide about being rescued.' There was a buzz. One of the small boys-I recall his name to be Henry- said that he wanted to go home.

'Shut-up,' Ralph said absently. He lifted the conch, 'Seems to me we ought to have a chief to decide things.'

'A chief! A chief!' the children cried excitedly.

'I ought to be chief,' said Jack with simple arrogance, 'because I'm chapter chorister and head boy. I can sing C sharp.'

'Honestly, does it matter whether you can sing? Will that really help us get rescued? Will you sing all night in hopes that somewhere in the distance someone will hear you?' I asked rudely. I was rather surprised at how rudely I spoke and I saw immediately that I had offended him. 'Oh! I beg your pardon. I didn't mean to-'

'Yes! I can sing! And it's because I can sing that I was chosen as head boy and chapter chorister!' he shouted making me cower behind Ralph.

'How quaint.' someone said in the crowd but none was able to locate the speaker. Ralph moved on.

'Alright then' said Jack, 'I-'

'Let's have a vote.' said the dark boy, Roger.

'Let's vote for chief!'

'Yes!'

'A vote! A vote!'

'Vote for chief!'

'Let's vote-'

I began giggling from the excitement and looked to Ralph. He watched the littluns enjoy themselves and I smiled to him affectionately. I saw in him something no one else had: The look of a responsible leader.

'I vote for Ralph! The one with the pretty shell!' I called and raised my hand. The children stopped and began jumping up and down.

'Him with the shell!'

'Ralph! Ralph!'

'Let him be chief with the trumpet thing!' There was another buzz and some cheered for Ralph. I understood that the choir boys were frightened to vote for someone other than their choir leader so they remained silent.

Ralph spoke, 'Alright, who wants Jack for chief?' As I expected the choir raised their hand with dreary obedience. 'Who wants me?'

I raised my hand high and watched as each boy outside the choir slowly raised their hand except Piggy. But then, he too, raised his hand grudgingly into the air.

'I guess I'm chief then.' he concluded. The circle of boys broke into applause. Even the choir applauded; and the freckles on Jack's face disappeared under a blush of mortification. I approached him to offer him something.

'The choir belongs to you of course.' I offered and looked to Ralph, 'Right?' He gave me a simple nod and a smile to satisfy Jack's anger. Jack began to smile too.

'They could be my army-' he began.

'Or hunters-' Ralph interrupted.

'They could be-' Ralph stopped him and put his hand up.

'Jack's in charge of the choir. They can be - what do you want them to be?' he asked.

'Hunters.' he answered smoothly. He stood up and turned to his choir. 'All right choir. Take off your togs.' As if the boys were released from class the choir boys removed their cloaks and folded them placing them neatly on the grass. I smiled and sat among the children, I sat by the youngest and watched Ralph and Jack talk about what they've already discovered. Then Ralph smiled and raised his conch announcing that he had to think things through and that they needed to know if this was -in fact- an island.

'Everybody must stay here and not go away. Three of us - if we take more we'd get all mixed, and lose each other- three of us will go on a expedition and find out.'

'I will stay.' I announced, 'I am of no use in an expedition, you'd all be in my aid rather than searching the island.' I teased but it seemed that Jack and Ralph had taken me seriously and nodded to one another.

'You should stay. Who knows what's out there.' Ralph stated. I blinked twice and smiled.

'Thank you for your concern.' I said and smiled to the children. One child stood up and spoke.

'Can we have another vote?' he asked rubbing the dirt in his eye timidly.

'What're we voting for? We already got a chief.' Piggy said. The boy scratched his leg and looked to them timidly.

'Well since there isn't a mother around…can we vote Jane as our mother?' he asked quietly. I blushed and looked around to find the boys in a buzz and agreed.

'Jane as a mother!' one said.

'A mother!'

'Can we Ralph?'

I stared at Ralph who looked to me. 'Only if she wants to.' he announced. I blinked and watched as every eye turned to me. I bit my lip.

'Now why on earth would you want me as a mother?' I asked quietly and held the young one on my lap.

'That's probably why. You act like a mother yourself.' Jack concluded.

I chuckled, "My mother died when I was about three. And I had many brothers, and a father to take care of.' I explained.

'Will you be our mother?' the boy on my lap asked. Roger rose and looked to me.

'Yes or no?' he asked in a childish tone. I thought it over for a moment and smiled.

'Rather than a mother. I'll just be a big sister.' I suggested, 'Is that all right?' I asked wiping his dirtied cheek with my blouse. He smiled and nodded to the others who joined in the nod.

'I guess I'm Big Sister then' I announced with a smile.