Hey people! Finally this ruler/line feature is working again. Made MY day. Anyway, we had to read LOTF for English class and I finished early so I started writing this. Yay!

"Hands up," Jack said loudly. "Whoever wants Ralph not to be chief."

As Jack sat, he remembered the silence. The uneasy look that spread across the littluns. The way the littluns all turned to each other to make sure their friends weren't raising their hands. Jack remembered the rock that had clogged up his throat. He remembered how he could barely speak his next sentence.

"How many think--"

Jack thought about how he had hung his head in silence. He wondered why he had even bothered to begin to ask that question. Why was it that the boys didn't trust him?

As he contemplated, he stared at a honey jar lying on the forest floor. He had seen Henry, one of the little boys throw the empty jar into the jungle a few days ago. Now, there were flies swarming around the jar trying desperately to get a taste of the remaining honey. Jack shifted on the tree trunk he was sitting on and wiped the tears away from his eyes. He had been so embarrassed to have the group see the tears that flooded his eyes and made him all shaky.

As Jack continued to stare at the jar, he felt himself grow dizzy. He quickly looked away and stared at the sun. Why was it that only the choir boys thought of him as a good leader? Was there a way to get the littluns to stick with him as well? Jack squinted back down at the jar and watched it carefully.

Was he getting sick? The jar appeared to be standing up on it's own and the flies followed it, desperate for sweet honey. Jack blinked a few times and then squinted carefully at the jar. His eyes widened as a soft voice echoed through the woods. "The beast," the voice was whispering, "the beast."

"Wh-wh-what?" Jack asked nervously. Was he talking to himself or was the sun really speaking? He examined the woods around him to make sure the littluns weren't playing tricks on him.

"The beast. The boys are afraid of the beast."

"I know that," Jack said, still looking around uneasily. "Who are you?"

"I am the Lord of the Flies. Listen to me. The boys are afraid of the beast. Use this fear to gain what you want most, Jack," the Lord of the Flies stated.

"B-b-but," Jack felt his forehead to make sure he wasn't heating up. The corners of his vision were beginning to fade as he focused his eyes on the jar mobbed by flies. "Okay. So I use the boys' fear to become leader?" Jack questioned.

Suddenly the jar seemed to edge backwards into a thick area of brush. "Wait!" Jack stood up and stumbled over his own feet. "Wait!" The jar was backing away faster now and the flies were following it. As soon as Jack stepped into the brush, he couldn't see his own feet or the jar. What was he to do?
"Come back!" Jack screamed angrily. He kicked the ground in fury, but yelped when his toe hit something hard. Jack bent down and picked it up. It was the empty honey jar. Mysteriously, all the flies around it had vanished. Jack tossed in the air and caught it with one hand. "Gotcha," he smirked.

Hope you enjoyed this! I'm a big fan of short, quick fics. So... that's why this is like two paragraphs. Well, please review!

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