Just a quick "journal" from Jack's point of view. Based on the events after the first fire going out of control. It was written for English class, but I was pretty proud of how it turned out, so I decided to post it on here.
Disclaimer: I don't think I look like I wrote Lord of the Flies, but just in case: I don't own it.
I hate him. He's horrible. He took my power. I should have been chief. But now stupid Ralph is. Everyone loves him. Well I don't. I know what he did. That boy, with the mark on his face, who told us about the beastie, he's gone. We can't find him. And he. He killed him. The fire. He let it go out of control. And now that boy is dead. And he denies it. Doesn't want to admit that he killed a boy. Which is why I should have been leader. This thing won't take responsibility. I would have. I would have gotten the meat. I was gonna kill it. I could have killed it. But he was there. I didn't want him to get the meat. His presence, his own being, is what kept me from killing the pig, from everyone else getting meat. He doesn't deserve to be leader; he is unfit. And I'm the only one who sees it.
But they will see it. They will. In time, they will see me and my choir flourish while Ralph's posse falters. And they will flock to me. They will love me. They will need me. Just like I need them. They will help me get rid of Ralph. I am most fit to be leader, but Ralph's charismatic attitude is getting in the way.
So Ralph?
Let's play.