"Hey! I said shut it!" a voice bellowed. The choir grumbled, but eventually came to a silent stop. The source of the voice nodded in triumph and turned to face the boy with blonde hair. "Now, where's the man with the horn?"

Ralph stared in disbelief. A girl? There was actually a girl here? He shook himself out of it and replied, "There is no man. Only us." He raised a muscular arm to hold up the conch. "I'm Ralph."

Just then, a black haired boy from within the choir line flopped into the sand. A few boys tried to help him, but were stopped, "Oh, leave him," their female leader declared. "He's always fainting, the little wimp." Reluctantly, the boys left their passed out mate on the ground. "Well then, Ralph" the girl said, "I'm Johanna."

"Jo-hanna?" Ralph asked.

Johanna rolled her coffee brown eyes. "No, Johanna. Like John-nna. It's only spelled the same." Ralph seemed slightly embarrassed. "I expect, since there're no adults here, we'll need a leader," Johanna declared, taking a look at the crowd of boys. There were some as young as six, and some as old as 16, her own age.

"We were just talking about that," piped a voice. A fat boy waddled over to Ralph and peered over at the one girl.

"Ay, no one was talkin' to you, fatty!" Johanna replied.

"His name's not fatty! It's Piggy!" Ralph interjected.

The group began to laugh, the youngest ones doubling over in giggle fits. Even Johanna was smirking. The fat boy began tugging on the shirt of Ralph, but Ralph shrugged him off. "Let's have a vote!" Ralph declared over the laughing in his attempt to quiet them down.

"Yeah, a vote!" Johanna repeated. "Who wants me for leader?"

"A girl can't be leader," a voice from within the crowd muttered.

"What was that?" Johanna cried threateningly. Her face started to become red with rage and her fists clenched into balls. The boys were silent. "That's what I thought," she grumbled. "Now, who wants me for leader?" The choir raised their hands and few boys who'd been eyeing the redheaded female did the same. Ralph counted them off.
"All right, who wants me for leader?" he asked. The majority of the group's hands shot into the air. Reluctantly, Piggy did so, also.

"Guess you win," Johanna told him.

"Uh, er, what do you want to be?" Ralph asked, not willing to lose trust from any of his people.

"What do you mean what do I want to be?" Johanna snapped.

"Er, I mean everyone needs a job here. Shelter builders, fishers, hunters-"

"Hunters!" Johanna cried. "My choir and I will be hunters."

Ralph looked rather uneasy. "Um...are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" she cried. "What, you think I can't be a hunter?" She whipped out a pocket knife from within her choir robe and flipped it open. "I'll have you know that I am very - capable!" At her last word, she stabbed her knife into a nearby tree.

"PMS!" One of the boys shouted.

"Say it again!" Johanna screeched. A few of the choir boys came forth to hold back her arms. "No, say it again you little punk!" Some of the boys were smirking, others seemed too scared to move in front of her. Johanna shook herself from her choir mates' grasps and brushed off her arms. She brushed the hair out of her face and pulled her knife from the tree. "Hunters," she repeated triumphantly. "We're going to be hunters."