Chapter 1

(Olivia's pov)

The first time I met Jack Merridew was the first day of school. I really never should've as boys and girls had to go to different buildings. Mother was crying with pride at Simon in his blazer, I simply giggled along.

Simon and I were very close, even as children, but I guess that's what people expect of twins. We were never afraid to tell the truth, and I smiled at him as I said he looked ridiculas. He grinned and agreed, straightening his tie.

We got to the gates where my brother went his own way. We hugged goodbye and mother and I walked on towards the girls building. I felt very uncomfortable; I usually did when Simon and I were separated. Yet, I pushed those feelings away and focused on the image I had in my head, of us telling each other how our first day went, and how excited we were of going again.

I didn't even get to smile, as less than minute after Simon left my side, I heard him yell out in pain.

Mother didn't notice. I did. I turned on my heel and sped back down the path to the boys building, my mother callings ignored. As I got there, my mouth opened in silent horror.

'Get off me, please!' Simon begged, underneath an older boy with wild red hair. Enter, Jack Merridew.

Jack was a year or so older than us, and it seemed those years contained a large gap when it came to size. Simon looked like worm under a large boot, on his side, his right ear touching the ground and his face expressing fear and pain.

'Eat the grass!' Jack demanded, and growled as Simon refused. Behind them, five boys were laughing and kicking mud onto Simon's pure white shirt and smart blazer. It was then I lost control.

It seemed like I was possessed. The next thing I knew, I had dashed up to them, grabbed Jack by his collar, and yanked him onto the pavement. The boys stopped laughing and stared in surprise and disappointment. Jack stared up at me with anger, and I could see he was embarrassed.

'What the- who the hell are you?' he snapped.

I ignored the question. 'How dare you! You can't do that! It's mean, a-and just wrong!' I might have overreacted, or I might have been a bit stupid, Jack was a lot bigger.

'He walked into me,' Jack snarled.

'You ran at me!' Simon cried from the ground.

'He deserved it!'

'You're acting like a-a-'

'Monster?' Simon offered.

'A beast!' I finished. He glared at me. He opened his mouth to speak, but my mother's sudden appearance made him, and his friends, flee.

'Olivia, why on earth did you run away like-Simon! What on earth did you do to your clothes?'

It wasn't long after that Simon was forced to join the school choir. My outburst at the boy's school hadn't done anything but make it worse. The bullying continued to the point my mother would try anything, like the headmasters suggestions.

'If they were in situations, like choir classes, productions, etcetera, then they would be relying on each other. Jack would then feel differently and perhaps, they would become friends.'

As wrong as he was about the 'friends' statement, which everyone knew would never happen, he was right about the bullying ceasing. Jack lost interest in Simon, probably because he was everywhere he went.

Things were alright for another few years. Until our thirteenth birthday.

At that time, I had many friends to invite to our party (Simon and I liked sharing practically everything, even attention). Sadly, when asked who he would be inviting. Simon simply said 'as long as family is there, I'll enjoy myself.'

This was a wake up call to our parents. The truth was Simon was considered strange and no-one wanted to be friends with him. Our parents always focused on the 'Simon isn't being bullied' instead of 'Simon isn't very popular'. I suppose it only mattered to think positive. But my mother did the worst thing possible. The choir was invited. True, not everyone turned up, but Simon had a miserable time anyway. What a way to ruin someone's birthday.

(Flashback- Jack's pov)

I couldn't stop laughing when Simon came into choir rehearsals mumbling about his birthday party. It truly was hilarious that he was so alone, that he had to ask the only people who showed him any attention, even if it was bad attention.

'Speak up; the boys at the back can't hear you.' I told him, grinning evilly.

'Um, my birthday, I mean my sister and me, well, our birthday party is next week…and everyone can come…if they want…' he mumbled, going a violent shade of red.

'But surely…' I played stupid, 'Surely you have friends from your classes who you would want to go?'

Simon shook his head. I seen his eyes swelled up with tears. I then chose to leave him, at least till the end of rehearsals. I won't have a sobbing child interrupting my singing.

Later, Roger and I were playing football out on the grounds. It was teatime and my stomach began complaining.

'Fancy heading off?' I said to him. He nodded.

'So,' he sighed. We walked down the main street.

'So what?' I smiled.

'Are you going to that lad's party?'

'Simon's? Hell no!'

'Really? I was thinking about it.'

I gave him a disbelieving look.

'No really!' he said, 'I mean, the party food, atmosphere and, eh,'

'And what?'

'Well, his sisters going to be there.'

'His twin sister? Have I met her?'

'Well yeah, years back,'

I thought hard. I remembered vaguely. I didn't like her. Couldn't remember why.

'Hmm, so I suppose she's worth going to see?'

'Hell yeah,'

'Alright, but if I'm disappointed-'I warned.

'-you won't be.' Roger interrupted, smiling timidly.

I was far from disappointed the following Saturday, for many reasons. For one thing, my football team won our seventh game in a row. Afterwards, I met up with Roger and a few other choir lads, and headed towards Simons house.

We were let in by his mother, who looked at me with distain before straining a large fake smile. 'Welcome, and thank you boys for coming, just settle down in the sitting room. Olivia and Simon will be right down.' We nodded and followed the carpet path to the sitting room.

We were met with a heart leaping sight. About ten or so girls were looking at us in shock, a few smiled nervously. I could feel the lads grow excited, Roger let out a tiny squeak of happiness, Henry held his breath, Robert whispered 'oh my…'

Taking lead, I strode over to a couch and elegantly sat. The lads followed, the ones who could fit, sat along beside me, others resolved to standing. It took a couple of minutes for the girls to feel comfortable enough to talk to us.

I found myself discussing animal rights with a ditz of a girl, Rose, when I heard the sound of the door open. I turned slightly to see a very smartly dressed Simon, in high stockings and a grey top hat under his skinny arm. The girls sighed in unison. The lads shared confused, sickening glances. But then, she came in.

The girl, Olivia, dressed in a satin silk, violet dress. Her long hair was loose in golden waves, pink lips turned up into a delicate pout. I liked a lot of girls, and I was annoyed at myself for falling for one that was two years younger. But the last person I wanted to fight was I, so I made it definite that I was having her. I told it all in one simple look to Roger. He made a small jerk as to let me know he understood.

Pretty soon, the lads split and were talking to all the girls, but Olivia was left along, she was mine after all. I cleared my throat before approaching her. She smiled politely.

'Hello,'

'Happy birthday,' I gave her my dazzling smile which every girl in school fawned over.

'Thank you very much,' she seemed unaffected. Damn.

'I never would have believed you and Simon were related, never mind twins.' I said honestly. That was a compliment. Yet she laughed.

'Well I would have thought, after the incident a few years back, you would.' Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. I stared into them, trying to imagine what she was thinking deep, deep inside. That was before I mentally slapped myself for my moment of weakness. She laughed even harder when I gave her a clueless look. 'Don't you remember? I suppose, it was eight years ago…' I still had no idea what she was talking about. She stopped laughing. 'You were picking on Simon on our first day of school. I had to pull you off.'

I thought hard, I then remembered something like that. I remember how angry I was at the little girl. Realization hit me. Ah.

'Well, I was still a kid, 'I muttered. She looked at me as if to say that was no excuse, but she kept silent, like a lady should in my opinion.

At some point her mother had put on music on the record player, and couples began slowly dancing. I stared at her, unsure if it was worth asking. I barely opened my mouth when-

'Jack!' Rose cried, 'Where did you run off too? Oh! I love this song! Let's dance!' she appeared out of nowhere, and grabbed my arm before I could get a word out. I shot a helpless look at Olivia. She must've known I was going to ask her, as she sighed and said 'maybe another time?' she then walked over to one of the lads who was alone, and seconds later they were dancing.

That was the last time I seen Olivia, as not long after that I left with Rose, no longer able to stand the girl I wanted dancing with people who aren't me.

That was the last time. Until the Island.

AN this is my first Lord of the Flies fic, and I hope you've enjoyed it so far. Simon's my favourite character so trust me he will take a bigger part in the following chapter, and to all the Ralph lovers you won't be disappointed either. Please review, and don't be afraid to criticize any weak points, just be sure to tell me how to make things better. Ciao!