Alright so guess what I saw half of 'The Breakfast Club' and it was pretty good. I didn't get to see the whole thing though. Unfortunate. Except it is on tomorrow so you know what I'll watch it again. Thanks to 100reasonswhy for the review, and also, thanks to those of you who follow this story.


There was an extended pause amongst the congregation, in which Anita took the time to wonder exactly long she had been out. If there was actually a beast, surely it would have caused commotion, and it had not. Just silly children and their vivid imaginations, that's all. However, she did not voice this opinion. The crowd took care of that, though be it in a much more undignified manner, cracking up with glee at the child with the birth-mark who had been forced to speak on behalf of his peers. Their raucous outbursts reminded her of how they had all made fun of Piggy mere hours ago.

Piggy himself was in the middle of the crowd, urging them to give the little one the time of day, shouting at them to, "give him the conch, give it to him!" And once this was achieved Piggy promptly translated for them. "He wants to know what you're going to do about the snake thing." The bespectacled boy turned to Ralph expectantly.

"What snake thing?"

Piggy looked down at the child and revised his sentence. "Now he says it's a beastie , a snake beast ever so big. He saw it in the woods. It comes out at night." It is night right now and I don't see anything.

All as one they turned to face the jungle, searching for signs of danger. Anita could see why they would get so worked up over this, it was dark now and much harder to see and tell what was what.

"Stupid." Lucy told them, though on the verge of falling asleep she still had enough consciousness to let everyone know her thoughts. Sometimes Anita envied her, knowing that if she was as outspoken she could express her thoughts in a much more elegant way than anyone on this island. Maybe they would listen.

Ralph turned back towards the two of them and Anita expectantly shirked under his gaze while Lucy gave him a dazed glare.

Gripping the conch he now repossessed he reassured the littluns, "Yes...Besides, you only get...things like that in large countries like India, or Africa. Nothing on an island this size, so you must have just had a nightmare."

Jack suddenly came up behind him and usurped the conch. At least he is respecting the rule. "Ralph is right. We've been in there-" He stopped to point. "And haven't seen a single beast, but if there was one we could hunt and kill it, and then there wouldn't be a beast any longer."

Ralph ached to be heard this time, "But there isn't a beast in the first place, so we needn't hunt and kill anyway." For emphasis, "I'm telling you, there isn't a beast!"

Piggy, who for once somehow managed to make his way up to the platform took the shell and informed them, "We aren't getting to the most important thing. Nobody knows we're here. They knew where we were going, but not where we ended up, so how are we going to get rescued?"

Anita had thought of this before but hadn't the answer for them.

"This is a good island though, we have food and water here while we wait. It will be fun, like stories in novels." They all at once began to call out names of books that she had never heard of before, assuming quite correctly that they were just adventure books for boys, but Lucy would occasionally grumble, "That was a rubbish book." Or something similar.

"Maybe my father will even come get us, he is in the Navy. But we'll have to have a signal fire if we want to be found in the first place." His words seemed to both calm and encourage the boys below.

Jack grew even more excited and shouted, "Let's go to the top of the mountain now!"

"You don't have the conch, Merridew!" Lucy shouted at him accusingly, though it was obvious she really couldn't care either way.

"Neither do you!" After all, Jack was too excited at the prospect of leading a horde up the mountain than to partake in pointless banter with her and so he commanded sharply, "Follow me!" They stirred and then hurriedly took themselves up the mountain with Jack at the head of the pack. There is no way I'm going up there just to stand around watching them start fires and act horrid.

"Lucy, no." She said to her as the brunette tried to get to her feet.

Ralph and Piggy tried to call them back, waving the creamy conch all around, but their beacon of authority went on unnoticed, everyone was too far away now for the light of civilization to have any effect.

Giving up, Ralph set down the shell. "Come on then." He called to the two females, waving them over with his hand. "Let's go." He did not give Piggy an invite, who was too busy staring at the conch in a despondent manner to notice.

Anita wasn't as shaken when faced with only the two of them opposed to the crowd, but she still couldn't say much to the handsome boy watching her with anticipation, as it usually goes. "Uh...Lucy is too tired, I think."

"No I'm not." The girl in question waved off her concerns.

Anita leaned in as closely as she could and firmly hissed, "Yes, you are." Go away now, Ralph.

Ralph, dismissing their hushed conversation as nothing more than girlish talk decided to leave them to it. "Alright, I'll be going then. So long."

Into the jungle and up the mountain Ralph went, with Piggy trailing behind muttering with disdain, "Just like a crowd of kids."


Once they were sure that they were alone, Lucy lashed out like a small child being denied candy, "Why'd you have to do that?" I wish she'd just fall asleep already so she'd stop being so immature. Well, more than she usually is. "I wanted to go too."

"Well, it's better that we don't."

"How come?" The dark haired one asked with a sort of skeptical intellect. "It's not like we can't have fun too. Even the little ones went up there."

"It's not about having fun." Anita wondered briefly about the younger ones who had went to the mountain, especially of the boy with the birthmark. He was the one who started all of this talk about snakes and beasts in the first place.

"You're not going to start up with this whole, 'it's indecent' nonsense again are you?" Lucy accused.

"It's not about being indecent..."

"I don't like it down here."

"You liked it just fine ten minutes ago. The fact that we argued over this for so long is pathetic." Anita told her sharply, she knew she was being bossy, but if she didn't pester Lucy then she would be left here all alone, and that would be frightening. Not because of a beast of course, she just didn't like being the only one out on the beach. Yeah.

With nothing left to say Lucy retorted, "Well, you started it. Hey, it looks like they finally made the fire." She pointed a bony finger in the direction of the mountain, where the majority of the males had fled. It seemed to knock her out of her tired spell, somewhat.

Glad to have moved on from their dumb quarrel, Anita quickly inquired, "How did they manage to light something that big?"

"How should I know, matches probably."

The two sat side by side, watching the red glow of the flame atop the mountain grow. It did not take long until they were chattering about it again.

"It's...very impressive." Anita began uneasily.

"I suppose." Though her dull tone gave away nothing, Lucy's wide eyed stare made it obvious she was rather enthralled by the flame.

"Do you think they got hurt by the flames?" She pressed worriedly.

"Oh, no, they're probably fine. And if not I guess we get the island to ourselves. Well, whatever is left of it."

"Why must you be so vulgar? You're like a boy."

Lucy, who was clearly not attached to the others enough to the point of where any of their respective deaths would upset her whined, "Why must you be so patronizing all the time? I don't even care." With that she turned her back on Anita and curled into a laying position, pulling a section of the blazer over her shoulder for warmth. Deciding to drop the subject, the blond girl sighed and leaned her head back against the trunk of the tree.

Minutes passed, but not many, before the crowd came out of the jungle and swarmed the beach. The fire seemed to have died down, but not by much, and the general mood seemed to have faltered. By a lot. Anita observed them as they took their respective spots in the clearing and settled down to sleep, noticing the birth-mark boy was nowhere to be found, and she swiftly refocused her gaze on Ralph. He held the conch limply by his side, his fair hair falling into his face and obscuring his features. He gracefully vaulted up onto the platform and set the creamy shell down nicely, before sitting.

Close enough to enquire what had happened up there on the mountain without drawing attention to herself she hissed at him, "Ralph." She had a feeling something had happened up there, she just didn't know what.

"What."

Unsure of how to phrase this, she began, "That was a big fire." The aforementioned blaze was beginning to shrink, she noted, as the strip of fiery light slipped into the ocean waters.

"Bigger than we intended." He commented warily.

"I can see that."

He scowled, but she was too pleased that she was able to keep this conversation going for this long to take notice of his displeasure and began to chide, "Surprising none of you got injured, I can't imagine what you were thinking building a fire that large, surely ships will be able to see smoke even from a more reasonable sized flame, and where is the boy with the birthmark?" Quieter now, as she had not expected to get this far without getting shy or cutting off the conversation, mumbled, "I've been meaning to ask someone that."

"We don't know."

Perturbed by this, she prompted very slowly, "What do you mean...?"

"There were some littluns playing further down the mountain."

At once she understood what he was implying and turned mute again, but not for long. Trying to think of the crudest way to put her sentence she would say, "So you just let them burn." You should be ashamed. What kind of leader are you, letting them die like that. Anita wanted to say this to him to express her sorrow at loosing the children, though she could never be brave enough to do that, and instead had to result to deceitful remarks, trying to draw out of him the same feelings she had.

Swiftly he came to his own defense and told her sharply, as if holding in his patience, "You weren't there."

Anita too, felt bitter and retorted, "Yes, because if I were I wouldn't have let them die."

Ralph lost his calm demeanor for a moment and flared, "You shut up, Piggy didn't count all of the littluns so nobody even knows how many we have in the first place."

His first words were fierce enough to stop her and with a simple, "Fine." She ceased talking and turned away to lay down and get more sleep.


Lucy woke at dawn, lazily blinking the sleep from her eyes. It did not take long for her to realize how thirsty she was. We might as well get searching for water. And my cane. Licking her slightly chapped lips she eased up into a sitting position and observed the surroundings before her. Far off into the distance towards the mountain, smoke swirled up from the forest onto the pinks and blues of the sky. It was rather serene, she had to admit. The others slept below, burrowing into the sand and using their blazers or cloaks as blankets. Those who had lost theirs did without.

Looking to the side she saw Anita sleeping, most of her blazer pulled over her, a portion still draped across Lucy's legs. She had no qualms about attempting to wake the other girl up and began to nudge her. "Hey you, wake up."

"Wha-" Painfully slowly the blond one put her head up and stared at her in a daze.

"Come on, let's go find some stuff." She prompted.

"What kind of stuff?"

"I want my cane."

"I thought you lost it to the sea when half the plane went down..."

"No."

"I thought you said you didn't need it-"

"No. Let's go." With that Lucy stood and held her hand out to help her stand. Thankfully the other girl ceased protesting and she was quick to offer incentive. "There are fruits and things in the jungle too, we can get something to help the thirst. There's probably water as well."

That was enough to get the smaller female moving, and so they carefully tip-toed around the other sleeping bodies and went into the jungle.


The two walked side by side as they gnawed upon a yellowish-orange fruit they had found. It was sickly ripe and sweet, but it brought moisture to their dry mouths and filled their stomachs so they were able to excuse the overwhelming flavor.

As they walked the events of last night were still fresh in her mind, Anita said, "They lost some of the littluns during the fire." She was half expecting Lucy to wave it off or make some kind of morbid quip about the situation.

Instead, all the tall girl said was, "Oh" her stick straight hair fell into her face, obscuring her visage. Anita found herself glad for this, though she did not know the children personally it made her very squeamish that such a dreadful accident had happened so soon, who knew how long they would be stuck here. How many more mishaps will there be? She hoped there wouldn't be a lot.

They came to a smaller dip in the earth and the fair haired girl immediately came to Lucy's aid, clutching her arm and easing her down the hill just like she had done plenty times before.

Anita looked around at the smashed undergrowth and occasional broken tree, the destruction seemed to start where they stood, a long, straight path sprawled out ahead of them. "Lucy, I think we are in the scar." That was what they had taken to calling it, after hearing the others refer to it in the same way the fitting name sort of stuck.

"I think so too..." She confirmed, and promptly turned on her heels and scrambled down the broken trail.

Not bothering to request she slow down, Anita picked up her own pace, figuring the quicker they got this done the quicker they could return to the beach clearing.

Once she had caught up to Lucy she found the girl scrounging furiously through the wreckage, a small metal portion of the plane looming above her. There clearly wasn't much to be found here, but that did not discourage Lucy. "I can't find it!"

"I'm sure it will turn up-"

"How am I supposed to whack people with it if I can't find it!?" The dark haired girl wailed.

"You'll find-" Anita narrowed her eyes at the last sentence. "Wait, what?"

Waving it off she would exclaim, "Oh nothing. Just help me look."

Carefully maneuvering over the luggage strew across the jungle floor, she hid her exasperation well. There was no reason, or at least no sane reason for them to go digging around wreckage to find something Lucy didn't really need. It didn't feel right going through the luggage of strangers but she knew that the dark haired girl would never leave until they found the cane, so be it. Hesitantly she swept piles of suitcases and bags aside, hoping to find what she was looking for.

Hearing a scrabbling noise behind her, the green eyed girl turned to see her companion trying to climb into the plane structure. Half of her body was up in the tilted air-craft, one hand gripping a piece from the outside, a slender leg dipping down, dangling in the air.

"You're going to hurt yourself." She called out, figuring it would have no effect but tried anyway.

From within the plane the other girl shouted, "I think I found it!"

"...Really?"

"It feels like it!"

There was more banging and scraping noises from inside, and eventually Lucy's leg disappeared completely. A little shriek, and a mere moment later she fell from the opening she had crawled into and was gasping on the floor, holding something long to her chest.

Always quick to panic, Anita fell to her knees and frantically asked, "Are you hurt?"

Instead, sprawled out on the floor she held up her catch, a thin walking-stick with some kind of silver coloured bird carved out of the handle, though it clearly looked as if she were rather hurt she wouldn't say anything and just grin up at her with a dazed look.

In a moment of rare sarcasm, the blond girl said, "Well, glad to see you're okay."

"I'm really not though." Lucy said, groaning slightly. Instantly, Anita was there to help her to her feet and guided her to higher ground. Once they were up and out of the scar she took her to a protruding rock amongst the weeds and the two sat down together.

"I think I'm going to need a minute or two."

"Take as long as you need." She replied dutifully.

Laying her head in her hands, Lucy tried not to show she was in pain, falling that far would take her some time to get over. Regardless, she wanted to start conversation.

"How do you...feel...?" Not the best way to phrase that, but oh well.

Anita, who was staring off into the jungle turned back to face her friend. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"This island..." There has been barely enough time to talk since we dropped in. Lucy wouldn't bother actually telling Anita this, figuring the fact she decided to converse with her in the first place would be enough.

Immediately her retort was, "I don't like it."

"Why?" It was not a question meant to tease or intimidate, more one borne out of pure curiosity.

Considering this carefully, she would come up with, "Because we are alone on an uninhabited island, and for all I know, we could be stuck here for a very long time."

"So you don't like being on the island, just because you don't know how long it's going to take until we get off the island?"

Stiffly Anita prodded, "It is a legitimate concern, is it not?"

"Why can't you ever just learn to go along with things? Learn to...enjoy stuff?" Dragging her foot through the grass and dirt she sighed.

"This won't be an enjoyable experience, that's why."

"It could be though, if you let it. This is a fun place to be, we've got everything we could need."

Reproachfully now, "You're starting to sound like Ralph. He is always going off about how good this place is going to be. You might think that it's all fun and games at first, but you'll get bored, everybody will get bored and there won't be anybody to save us from it. I thought you wanted to travel, how are you going to do that when we're stuck on an island, slowly going mad?"

"Well...I'll enjoy my sanity while I still have it!" Inspired now, Lucy leapt to her feet, cane in hand.

"Where are you going?" Anita yelled after her. "Do you feel better already?"

"Yes!"

"You're going the wrong way. Everybody is back near the platform."

"I'm going to go exploring. Bye!" Skirting around the crash so she would not have to dip down into the scar again, she flounced off into the wilderness, swinging her cane with her.

Knowing anything she said would fall on deaf ears, Anita just turned in the opposite direction and hoped that the other girl would be back in an hour or so.


Though some part of Lucy did enjoy Anita's company, the prospect of aimlessly wandering deep in the jungle was much more appealing. There was much more to the island than the places they had been, and as long as she could find her way back to the plane crash, which wouldn't be difficult, she'd know her way.

The sun had soared high into the sky now, and even though she was under the protection of the tall trees, slices of light still peaked through. Birds once again began to sing, when they had been silent hours earlier. Sometimes she would swing her walking stick at the hanging plants, battering them around just for fun. There didn't seem to be any large sources of fresh water, she came upon a small pool earlier, but already satiated with the fruit from earlier, Lucy didn't bother to drink from it.

Gradually, the blades of grass that licked at her ankles became sparse and the terrain under her feet, beat down. Stretched out before her was a slim brown trail, and at once she decided to follow it. It was a long winded, twisted path, so unlike the giant wreck the plane had made, a straight scar clawed into the earth. Surveying her surroundings, a flash of red caught her eye. There was something alive far off, backed up behind a tree.

Even with her poor eyesight, the pale flesh and shock of orange hair gave it away. Merridew, of course. It agitated her to know he was out here too, doing who knows what. Though it would be quicker to just scream at him, he appeared to be crouching, as if he was trying to hide himself from something, and she wanted to know what. So Lucy, determined to take the quiet approach, edged around his position amongst the tree until she was right behind him. From there she moved in, knowing full well she was making plenty of noise to alert him that she was coming. If he was too stupid to notice well it was his own fault.

So caught up in his activity amongst the plants he did not realize her presence even with her being closer, Lucy realized that he had some sort of stick in his hand. A sharpened spear, looks like. Casually placing her palm on the head of the cane, she'd lean back and balance on it, a lazy smirk beginning to appear on her face. Knowing it would shock him out of his concentration she'd bark, "Ay' Merridew."

As to be expected he leapt to his feet, dropping his makeshift spear, and something else within the bushes broke from them and scurried away amongst the undergrowth.

Angrily he turned on her. "What did you do that for!?"

Shrugging as if she had no idea what he was talking about, she'd exclaim, "I thought you would be happy to see me."

"Can't you see I'm busy?" His eyes, blue and like chips of ice narrowed.

Lucy scoffed. "No."

"I'm sick of your cheek."

"We've known each other for one day, Merridew. One day. There is much more where that came from."

A sudden flash of fury erupted from him. "I was close to getting a pig and you had to come along and ruin it, clear off you daft git." He then plunged his knife blade into the trunk of a tree which prompted her to back off.

"We could go find the pig if you want."

Determined to be resentful towards her, he would sneer, "No. You already ruined everything."

"Fine." Lucy stalked past him, though it did not take him long to catch up to her and the two walked side by side, saying not a single word to one another on their journey back to the beach. The dark haired girl could once again feel the earth becoming steep again, and far off to her left she could see the silver of the plane parts scattered further down. Once again she had found herself at the mouth of the scar, standing at its edge.

Instead of the confidence she usually carried, Lucy stood there with both hands balancing on her walking stick, hair blowing about in her face. I can't go down, I don't think. Going around would take too long and then he'd never let me hear the end. The freckled boy looked as if he were about to jump down, but instead took note of her delay and attempted to provoke her. "Scared?"

Not wanting to look like a coward she snapped, "No!" Even though it was clearly a lie.

Jack took his spear and through it across the wide expanse of the scar, the sharp end embedding somewhere in the earth. "Alright you nancy, I'll help you." Though it was an insult usually reserved for males he knew it would annoy her, then came to her and scooped her up in his arms and carefully descended.

Lucy did not protest, gripping her cane in her hand and then wrapped one arm around his neck. He doesn't have to do all this...

"Why'd you vote for Ralph, and not me?" He asked her suddenly.

Though the question came out of nowhere, she answered honestly. "Because he wasn't you, that's why." In the very beginning during the first gathering he had done nothing but ridicule her, and though now she might have considered other options, first impressions stuck and Ralph seemed like a much better leader than Jack at the time.

"I could still drop you, you know." Jack told her dryly. Her only response was to tighten her grip around his neck. Though it seemed as if he was joking, considering his earlier violent behavior, her response most likely served to infuriate him further. No matter what reason she'd give him, not a single one counted as a good excuse to not vote him as chief as far as Jack was concerned. Loosing to Ralph made him bitter from the start and that was fact.

Once they made it through he gently set her down on her feet and shifted his already torn shirt a bit then went to retrieve his spear and head back to the beach, the exchange they had minutes ago would just become one of many they would vow never to speak of again.


I am ashamed it took me like a full week to write this, there is no way I'm getting this story done by August haha.