Piggy & Roger. Please enjoy.
That guy. His annoying voice. His fatness and his stupid glasses. I want to hurt him. Why him? Why... He's boring and lame, and can't keep his mouth shut. He annoys everyone but some things he says are actually pretty smart.. Even if he can't keep his mouth shut his words encourage hope on this deserted island. Here he goes again.
"I got the conch!"
He amuses me, I have to admit, trying to point out as if someone cares about what he has to say.
"Ralph-! They ought to shut up, oughtn't they? You shut up, you littluns!"
I turned away I was already disturbed by this fat boy. He kept talking and I tried to ignore. But his voice kept ringing in my head. I broke away from my thought when I heard Simon speak.
"I wanted... To go to a place... a place I know"
"What place?' accused Ralph.
"A place I know in the jungle..."
"He was taken short." Jack stepped in.
I turned away waiting for the meeting to be over. I was getting slightly annoyed by all of them talking. I grabbed a stick and started poking some little ants that crawled along the sand. I felt a great excitement watching them crawl in pain after I squished them. I got snapped out of it again as a familiar annoying voice came back into mind. I seemed to have lost count of time in my mind. The fat boy was kneeling beside a littlun,
"Now then. What is your name?"
"Percival Wemys Madison, the Vicarage... telephone, telephone, tele-" the boy kept talking as he forgot. They yelled at him to shut up. This amused me more. I liked how this kid was in pain. My friend Maurice decided to ruin the moment and try to make them laugh. I sighed. There goes that entertainment of the day. Time passed by as I waited for the meeting to be over. Finally as it reached evening the meeting was over. Jack crawled back into his hut as did the others. I watched the fat boy run over to the platform and place the delicate conch there. At that moment I was about to approach him when Jack suddenly appeared behind.
"You coming?"
"Yes" I replied.
We both walked over to the hut as he came to get me. I kept my eye on Piggy. For some reason I wanted to see more about this fat intelligent person. Me, Jack Maurice and Robert went in the same hut with some other boys from the choir.
***
The next day has come. I saw Piggy sitting on the sand. It was morning. I walked over to him, my heart racing, I don't know why. He turned around quickly and jumped up as if he had a fear of me.
"H-Hullo... R-Roger," He said shyly almost fearfully.
"Hello."
"W-What brings you h-here?"
"Were all stuck here. I don't know why you should be asking me that."
"Y-Your right." he squeaked silently.
This annoyed me but also made me feel powerful. Seeing the most intelligent and one of the weakest guys of are group stand there nervously. I smirked, feeling dominant over the boy.
"Why are you so nervous?"
"N-No reason. N-No reason at all... I-It's just rare to see you talking-"
"Rare? What do you mean?" I approached him eagerly.
"I-I..." He trailed off quietly.
He started breathing heavily. Perhaps out of fear, which made me get more excited, I liked seeing him this way, I wanted to see him gasp for air under my hands but I knew with so many people around, this would be impossible.
"Stuttering I see?"
"R-Roger... Please..."
Seeing him almost beg for me to go away slightly made me angry. Why am I so angry? He's just a scared fat boy. I grabbed his arm violently which made him squeal like a pig. His faced turned to shock, horror and confusion as mine stayed unreadable.
"R-Roger! What are you doing?" He squealed silently.
"Having fun."
I wanted to see more when I suddenly heard movement and backed away from him, letting go of his arm. Maurice appeared from the bush.
"Roger. Jacks looking for you. He's planning to hunt the beast and he needs all hunters available." He said, not asking a question for why he was with Piggy.
"Okay. Will do."
I said quickly in reply as he started walking towards the meeting area. I looked over at the scared Piggy.
"I hope we can play again sometime."
With no other words I walked away.