Ralph.

Simon woke me up by grabbing my arm. "Ralph. Ralph, wake up!"

"Wha-" I could hear my incoherent mumble as I forced myself to sat up. "What's wrong? Is Jack acting up again?"

"No, no!" Only now that I was at least half awake could I hear the … excitement in his voice. My mind jumped to getting rescued. Were we finally in luck after three long years? "Jack's found something- Someone! A few people!"

"Holy-" There was a certain … I can't explain it. I can't recall what it was. Whatever. I left with Simon. Jack nodded at me. We'd come to a settlement, him and I, on the night of the pig roasting. They'd almost killed Simon that night. Luckily, Eric noticed just before the spears went into him, and Simon got off with only a small cut on the head. Our agreement? They could hunt – stepped out of line, and stuff would go down.

"Hey, Ralph," There was a devious grin on his face, "You'll never guess who I found today."

Hayden.

"What the f-" I was woken rather abruptly. And I was getting stared at. By boys. A tribe of boys.

So, the first question on my mind was not Where the fuck am I?, It was, It's fucking hot, man. Typical me thoughts. I sat up, rubbing my brunette hair, and craning my neck around. Thank fuck and hell, dude! Chrissy and Lola were lying, unconscious. Luckily for the stupid kids I could see them breathing. Otherwise those spears they were holding would be up asses.

I stood up, my legs strong, thank God. I ran my fingers through my hair, before searching my back pocket. Nothing. For the love of crap. My phone. It had disappeared. I guess the sea had claimed it, then.

"Okay, I'm going to have to ask you to stop fucking staring at me, as it is highly unnerving," I scolded them, annoyed at the gawks I was receiving. They all looked away, except for three. A small-ish kid, who looked about two years my junior; A guy with longish, black, curly hair, who looked about my age, and finally, a long, blonde haired kid with blood on his face. … Ew.

I stretched my arms high above my head before saying to the guys, "Where am I?"

"We … We don't … k-know," the junior kid stated, blushing, and looking away. "Some kind of island."

"Well, I can see that." I didn't resist the urge to roll my eyes, before saying, "I'm Hayden by the way. A chick, if you didn't realise by my boobs." I winked, before walking over to Lola, kicking her. "Yo, prickface. Get the hell up."

She mumbled something before rolling over, glaring at me through dull, blue eyes. "Hay, what the hell?"

"We're on an island. And there's boys. A lot of them," I shrugged. Her eyes widened as she sat, bolt upright. "What the hell, Hayden!" She yelled almost accusingly.

"What? It's not my fault, chicka," I shrugged at the blonde, before turning. "I trust you to wake your sister up. You know that her and I are not on the best of terms at the moment." I glared at the thought, moving past Lola and towards the boys.

"So. I've told you my names. Who're you guys?"

I was introduced to Jack, Eric, Simon, Ralph, Piggy, Roger, and a couple of others. I forget the name of them. Oh, well.

"Cool." I nodded, before skipping away. I heard someone yell, 'Go after her! Show her to the camp, guys!' And Simon appeared by my side. He was shy as he mumbled, "H-Hi. Do you w-want to see where our camp i-is?"

Grinning at his shyness, I nodded. "Sure, why the hell not?"