Author's Note: This is the first chapter of my Lord Of The Flies story where girls landed on the island along with the boys. All the boy characters are the same, except I decided to bump their ages up a bit. So Jack's sixteen, Ralph and Roger are fifteen, Simon and Piggy are fourteen, and the rest are in between six and fourteen. I just needed them to be a little more mature so the romances would make sense. All the girl characters are my own. We read Lord Of The Flies in my English class and I immediatly became a bit obsessed with it. lol I just loved the story. I thought it would be interesting to see how the story would have been different with girls on the island, so that's what this story is all about. I hope you give my story a chance, and enjoy!

Warnings: None for this chapter. It could probably be rated K+ just for some very minor swearing, but it's rated T for later chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Flies, if I did, the story would have been very different.

The fair-haired girl blinked up at the clear, blue sky. There were no clouds, so there was no protection from the rays of the harsh sun. The sun's rays hit her exposed flesh like fire. Being so pale, she would burn quickly. The fair-haired girl pushed herself off the ground and stood. Pale, brown eyes scanned the surroundings. She was closed in by dense jungle.

Greenery surrounded her on all sides, and suddenly she remembered what had happened, and fear slithered up her spine. The turbulence, the screams, the darkness. She shivered. She did not want to remember the crash.

Instead, the fair-haired girl brought her attention back to the jungle around her. The sight was overwhelming. Creepers extended down from trees and tickled her, leaves crackled under her feet, and there seemed to be no single path to get out. She'd have to make one.

The girl wondered where the others were. There had been at least fifty or so of them. Slowly she made her trek through the jungle. She found she became hot after only walking a couple yards, and stripped herself of her school sweater. She tied it around her waist and trudged on. As she clambered over a rather large tree trunk, her school skirt ripped half way up her thigh. She was just wondering whether she should take the bothersome thing off when sudden shouting called her attention away from it.

"Heeeelllllooooo? Is anybody out there?" the voice called. It was a female's voice. The fair-haired girl felt hope grow inside her. Perhaps it was one of the few school teachers who'd evacuated with them. They'd know what to do.

She turned in the direction of the voice and fought her way through the creepers over to it, "I'm here!" she called. "Where are you?"

"Where are YOU?" the voice yelled back.

The girl was about to answer, but then she realized that she had no idea where she was. Instead, she just headed in the direction of the voice. The walk was harder than she was used to, and soon she found herself panting. Her shoulder length, usually straight, fair-hair kept getting stuck in branches, and her clothes stuck to her body uncomfortably. Eventually though, she came to the source of the screaming.

To her dismay, it was not an adult.

A redheaded girl heavily marked by freckles turned to face her. Her curly hair was tied back in a ponytail, but there were sticks lodged inside of her mass of hair. She'd taken off both her sweater, and her shirt, so she stood in front of the fair-haired girl in nothing but a bra and her school skirt.

The fair-haired girl gaped at her companion. The redhead didn't seem to notice her surprise, or she just didn't care, for she approached the girl with a spring in her step and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"There you are. I've been lookin' for someone. Where are we? This certainly doesn't look like an airport to me," she said. The joke did not make the fair-haired girl laugh, for she could not understand how the redhead could be so happy under such conditions.

The freckled girl didn't seem to mind the other's reaction. She just shrugged and started walking away. The fair-haired girl felt she had no choice but to follow.

"What's your name?" she asked the redhead. She'd never noticed her at school before, but then again, most of the girls she didn't know.

"Catie," the girl replied. She did not ask the fair-haired girl's name, but her companion thought it best to give it regardless.

"I'm Alicia," the blonde supplied.

Catie nodded in acknowledgement and then began asking Alicia questions she couldn't possibly answer, "So do you know where we are? It looks like an island. This is pretty cool huh? Kind of like in those adventure books."

Alicia didn't think this was cool at all, and she didn't much like reading, so she didn't know anything about these adventure books, but she nodded none-the-less. "Do you know how to get out of this jungle?" she asked. She wanted to get by the water and away from this endless maze of foliage.

"Don't know. Hey, have you seen any adults around?"

"No."

A large grin spread across a pale, freckled face. "No grown-ups," Catie said. She cart wheeled across the jungle floor and came up red faced with glee. "That's great. We can make our own rules!"

"I don't know…" Alicia muttered, biting her lip. "Just cause we haven't seen any doesn't mean there aren't any. What about that pilot?"

Catie thought this over for a moment, then she shrugged. "Well, if there are any adults, we'll find 'em. Come on," she grabbed Alicia's hand and stole away through the jungle. Alicia found it hard to keep up, and when a loud, blaring noise suddenly filled the jungle, she wrenched her hand out of Catie's and listened.

Catie turned around and looked at Alicia with a puzzled expression on her face. "What's wrong?"

Alicia didn't answer, but stayed silent and still until she heard the same horn blow again. The noise came strong for a few seconds, but then slowly faded away. "Did you hear that?" she asked her companion.

Catie stood still as well, her eyes closed, and her hands on her hips. Then another one of those large grins spread across her face and she blinked her vivid green eyes back open to stare at Alicia. "I did! I did! Come on! Let's go see…" she grabbed Alicia's hand once more and rushed off, but this time the girls headed in the opposite direction, towards the noise.

They ran through the jungle as fast as they could, the branches slapping them as they ran. They ignored this however, so excited at what they may find when they found the source of the noise. They kept running until they emerged from some trees onto a sandy beach. The sand seemed to extend forever, and was only interrupted by the jungle to its right and the ocean to its left. Alicia felt relieved to be out of the jungle. She had the urge to take off her shoes so she could feel the sand crinkle between her toes, but Catie's words interrupted her thoughts. "Look! Over there!"

Catie extended a finger in the direction of a small lagoon by the beach, and next to the lagoon, sitting on some fallen logs, were about twenty or so boys and girls in various states of undress. Others were emerging from the jungle and heading towards the group, just as Alicia and Catie were.

"Come on! Let's go!" Catie said excitedly. She pulled Alicia towards the others so fast that Alicia struggled to keep up in her bulky shoes. Like her shirt, Catie had also taken off her shoes, so her steps were far quicken than Alicia's. Once they reached the group of children, Alicia finally was able to take it all in.

Most of the young boys had stripped themselves of everything, but the rest remained mostly dressed. Nearly all of the girls were dressed, with only a few brave enough to take off their shirts. They still held the laws of society close to them, including the one where you were not supposed to be naked in the presence of others. The fact that Catie was one of the few in nothing but her bra and skirt didn't seem to bother the redhead. She carried herself with confidence and seemed oblivious to anything that didn't have to do with her.

A boy with hair similar to the color of Alicia's stood before the others, a cream-colored and pink conch shell held in his hands. The shell was pressed to his lips, and every few seconds he'd take a big breath and then blow into it, causing a low, horn like sound to be produced. He was taller than her, but not by much, with grey eyes and hair that hung a bit into his eyes. He wore no shirt, or shoes, but a simple pair of school shorts that hung snugly on his hips. Another boy, rather plump who wore thick, square glasses, stood before the others as well, apparently taking names. The rest were seated around the two boys as if listening to a teacher in a classroom. Alicia felt compelled to sit down as well.

Before she got the chance however, the large boy came over to her and Catie to ask their names.

"Catie, and what's going on here?" Catie said, not giving Alicia a chance to speak. She'd suddenly changed from her earlier happy-go-lucky demeanor into a far more aggressive form. Alicia found the change interesting, but also unsettling. The boy seemed taken aback at her abruptness, but answered her none-the-less.

"We're gathering everybody together. Having a meetin'," the plump boy with the glasses said. Then he turned to Alicia, "What you say your name was?"

"Al--"

Catie interrupted her yet again. "So who's in charge here? Are there any grown-ups?" Her voice had a tone that told Alicia she would not be messed with, and the fat boy felt compelled to answer her.

"Uh. We haven't found any yet. That's what the meetins' for," he said, then he walked away to take more names.

Alicia frowned, but didn't say anything, then she sat down on the sand. Catie sat next to her. "I guess no one knows what's going on. Maybe I'll ask that guy with the shell." She was about to get up and do just that when the boy sat down and his gaze hardened upon seeing something in the distance. Everyone turned to look, including Catie and Alicia.

A large black shadow seemed to be moving across the sand. It was only when the thing came closer did the group see it for what it truly was, a group of about fourteen kids standing in two parallel lines, following a gangly, freckled, and redheaded boy. He led the children with confidence and he reeked of pride. His appearance looked like the male version of Catie. Once they reached the group around the platform, he stopped the others like they were his troops. One of the small girls bumped into him because of his abrupt stop and fell over, but he paid her no mind. He simply approached Ralph and began asking questions.

Catie did not like the look of this boy. She knew he would be a problem the moment she saw him. The way he carried himself, like he was so much more important than everyone else, and then the way he began demanding answers from Ralph. Catie didn't like it. He was far too similar to her. He asked Ralph the same questions Catie had planned to ask: Isn't there a ship, then? Isn't there a man here? The way he asked the questions brought everyone's attention to him. He was a natural born leader, and to Catie, a competitor.

The boys wanted to sit down, but the redheaded boy wouldn't let them. Suddenly, a tiny boy with a mess of thick black hair fell over in faint. Some of the girls gasped, but the choir gave no indication anything strange had happened. Several of the girls stood up. A dark haired girl actually began to walk over to the boy, but stopped when her four-eyed friend grabbed her hand to stop her. Alicia stood up as well and headed over to the choir group. Catie watched in surprise but didn't stop her.

"All right then. Sit down. Let him alone," the choir's leader said. When he spotted Alicia approaching the fallen boy, he snapped at her. "What are you doing? Let him alone!" He waved a hand at Alicia, who'd just knelt down beside the boy.

"What's wrong with him?" she asked, concern laced throughout her tone.

"He faints all the time. It's no big deal," one of the boys in the choir piped up. The head boy seemed angry that he had spoken out of turn, but didn't say anything.

"Exactly, now, are there any grownups here?" he asked Ralph.

The blond shook his head. "No."

"Then we'll have to look after ourselves."

Suddenly, the fat kid spoke up again. "That's why Ralph made a meeting, so we can decide what to do. We've got some names," the boy then went on to name every single name he'd learned. The choir leader glared at the boy.

"Shut up, Fatty," he spat.

Everyone laughed. Even the youngest of the lot. It was easy laughter, and it left them feeling more like a united front, with Piggy standing on the outside.

The boy with the conch, who Piggy had introduced as Ralph called out at once, "He's not Fatty! His real name's Piggy!"

This was evener funnier than Jack's comment, and all the kids laughed. "Piggy, Piggy!" They chanted. Catie joined in, the laughter leaving her easily.

Eventually the laughter faded and the children continued to introduce themselves. It would be impossible for Catie to remember them all, so she only focused on remembering the most important ones.

The choir went first. There was Maurice, Bill, Robert, Henry, Harold, and Roger, who was a dark and silent boy. He didn't meet anyone's eye and was far too quiet for Catie's liking. Something was up with him. The girl choir members went next. There was Taylor, Lizzie, Jessica, Hanna, and finally Beth, who was the quietest of them all. She stood behind her leader, who'd introduced himself as Jack, and hid in his shadow.

Alicia, still kneeling by Simon, finally got to introduce herself as the choir did. The boy beside her, the one who'd fainted, stirred slightly and then awoke. He sat up and blinked around in confusion. Alicia smiled at him. Simon smiled back and then looked around the group. He introduced himself as Simon and then sat there quietly.

"Are you okay?" Alicia asked him.

Simon nodded shyly and began to draw a pattern in the sand with his finger.

"Maybe if you took that black cloak off you wouldn't get so overheated," Alicia suggested.

"Jack won't let us," Simon said simply. It was clear Jack was there leader, and Simon would do anything the boy suggested. Jack's word was law.

After everyone finished with the introductions, names that most of them would probably forget within minutes, Jack spoke once more. "We've got to decide about being rescued."

"We need a chief," Catie spoke suddenly. It was far past time she made herself known.

"Exactly," Ralph agreed.

"I ought to be chief," Jack said cockily, "because I'm chapter chorister and head boy. I can sing a C sharp."

Catie let out a bark of a laugh and snort that drew everyone's attention. "None of that matters here. 'I can sing a C sharp!" she mocked, her voice going impossibly high in her imitation. "If you ask me, the kid with the conch should be leader. He's not so bloody full of himself. Better yet, I should be leader. I'm a girl, which means I can definitely keep a clearer head in extreme situations."

Jack turned to face his antagonizer and his eyes narrowed when they met Catie's. The first flames of hatred brewed, and already it was clear that they had both met their match. His blue eyes racked over her, taking in his opponent. She looked like a savage already. Sticks and leaves were woven throughout her hair and her skirt was ripped across the bottom. She wore a simple white bra that barley covered her and made Jack feel a strange stirring inside him that had nothing to do with his anger. Jack found himself frustrated with the fact that his challenger was female, because now he couldn't solve the problem with a simple brawl on the beach sand.

"That's crap. You're a girl, which means you'll flip just getting dirt under your nails," Jack said. This drew laughter from the crowd, but only three fourths of it. The girls were not laughing, and any that were, laughed with a false laughter that only served the purpose of making their lesser number feel included.

Catie flushed, but didn't back down, "Me? You're more girly than me! You're in the choir? Do you sing like a girl as good as you sound like one?"

There was less laughter this time, because the choir did not appreciate this joke. A dark haired girl in the crowd suddenly spoke up, "Stop it! Let's just have a vote!"

"Yeah," the dark boy named Roger drawled, "A vote."

And so it was decided.

"Fine," Catie reluctantly agreed. "Who wants me for chief?"

At first no one raised their hands, but slowly several of the older girls raised their hands in the air hesitantly. Some of the littluns, hoping to find a mother figure, raised their hands as well. Too bad they'd never find a mother figure in Catie. The hands that were up where not nearly enough to elect her. She pouted and sat silently, fuming.

Jack, feeling smug after her defeat, held himself with even more pride (if possible) and gazed around at the rest. "All right then. Who wants me for chief?"

The choir dutifully raised their hands in the air, but the majority did not. This dampened Jack's confidence and he sat down on a log next to the choir.

"The kid with the conch!" Someone called out.

"Yeah, Ralph!"

"Ralph, Ralph!"

Ralph could not hide his smile as he stood there and cradled the conch like it was a precious treasure. "Okay, who wants me to be chief?" Ralph asked.

Immediately nearly every hand shot in the air. There was just something special about the boy who'd gathered them all together. He was more handsome than Jack, not lanky and bony like the choir leader. Ralph was not overly cocky, but held himself with a quiet confidence that pleased most of the assembly. "I guess I'm chief then." Ralph announced, glancing around at them all.

Cheers followed, and even the choir clapped politely. Some of them, secretly, would have voted for Ralph had they not been under Jack's demanding rule for so long. Some of the younger ones were actually scared of the freckled boy. Ralph noticed Jack's disappointment, so it was decided that Jack would be in control of the choir, who would be the head hunters for the group. The choir was finally allowed to remove their togs under Jack's command, and gratefully they obeyed.

Alicia, still seated by Simon, tried to ignore the boys as they stripped themselves of their togs, some even stripping of much more. She understood that it was hot, but that didn't mean everyone suddenly got the right to walk around naked! Once the black cloak was stripped of him, Simon remained in a white shirt and grey shorts, both of which stuck to his tanned skin like they were a part of him. With the large cloak on, Alicia had been deceived to his size. The cloak had swallowed the boy's small body, and without it he looked extremely frail and small. He was barely bigger than Alicia, in both height and width.

"What do I get to be?" Catie demanded suddenly, drawing Alicia's attention from Simon and back to the redhead she'd met first.

Ralph opened his mouth to reply, but Jack beat him to it.

"Nothing," he said simply.

Catie glared at him, and was about to retort, but Ralph spoke over her. "Okay, so we've gotta figure out what to do next!" his words were loud, trying to draw the groups attention back to him and away from the seething Catie. "I'm gonna take a group to explore, to see if this is really an island. If it isn't, we might be rescued straight away, but if it's not… well then we'll have to come up with a long term plan. I'll go, and Jack, and, and…" His gaze traveled over all the eager faces. "And Simon."

Simon, sitting silently beside Alicia, stood up hesitantly and to some giggles. He nodded at Ralph and went to join the two older boys who were to go with him.

Some of the other children wanted to go as well, but Jack and Ralph waved away their pleas, then walked off down the beach with Simon in between them.

Once they were nearly out of sight, Catie rose from her seat on the sand and scurried over to Alicia. "Let's follow them," she announced, her hands resting on her hips once more.

"But--" Alicia began. Catie cut her off.

"Listen, if we don't follow them, than us girls won't get any respect. We need to prove to them that we're just as capable as they are, or they'll never let us join them on any of their expeditions!" Catie exclaimed, gesticulating with her hands to emphasis this fact.

"Maybe we should just stay back and build some shelters…" Alicia suggested, her eyes glancing over to a short, dark haired girl who stood with a group of littluns and some others, gathering wood from the nearby jungle.

"No!" Catie yelled. "If we do that then we'll get stuck with acting like housewives on this island to all the boys! This is our island too. I'm not gonna listen to everything Ralph says. They're just stupid boys who think they're smarter than us, don't you see? We've gotta prove 'em wrong!"

Alicia stared at the other girl in amazement. Never had she met such an outspoken girl before. She was torn between admiration and alarm at Catie, who was so far different from her. "Um…okay, I guess," she agreed at last.

With a wide grin spreading across her face, Catie grabbed Alicia's hand and pulled her after the boys. "I knew I could count on you!" she said.