Ralph.

It was night, a fire was burning in it's pit. Hayden was sleeping, Chrissy doodling in the sand with her index finger, Lola talking almost silently with Simon and Sam, too low for us to hear – us being myself, Jack, and Roger. Jack frowned at me, as he ate the coconut in front of him.

"I just - I don't see why we have to take them in. They're girls, Ralph. What good are they going to be to us? They cause more drama than necessary, and they can't hunt, or do anything of importance," He glared, holding his spear close to his body. I frowned back.

"Well, that may be, but there must be something they're good at, Jack. Plus, we can't just turn them out, can we? There's no where else to go here, Jack, and I don't want you terrorizing them like you did to us when we were alone." I hadn't actually expected that to slip out. I knew that it was in the past, but god. I can still hear the taunts calling to Piggy to steal his glasses, and the feeling as they stole the now guarded survival knife. It felt horrible, absolutely terrible to be on the receiving end of that crap. I couldn't let the girls undergo that, even if I didn't know them. "No, Jack. We're not sending them out."

"I … I said I was sorry for all that crap … I …" Jack looked away, before declaring, "It's all in the past, isn't it?"

There was a pause, before I sighed heavily, and nodded. "I'm sorry. It's just, being on the end of that, Jack, you have no fucking idea. Seriously. I won't be a part of it. Last time, Simon and Piggy almost died. Remember?" I could see the guilt flash across his face quickly. "We may not know or want these girls but I'm not letting anyone, anyone, be on the end of that again, Jack." I made sure my tone made it clear the conversation was over.

"Whatever, Ralph. Fine." He suddenly grinned. "Just don't think you'll be getting all the action, mate." I laughed, and shoved him slightly. We got into a playful shoving war, before we included Roger in it, and collapsed back into the sand. Fun.

Chrissy.

No one was talking to me. I'm not stupid, not really, even if I am blonde. I'm guessing Little Lola told everyone. Everyone. I know it couldn't have been Hayden. She refuses to fucking think about it, let alone talk about it. So, Lola. Revealing our secrets to some creeps that we've only just met? And you call me despicable. Stupid bitch. I hate being related to you.

"Where do I sleep? Excuse me, 'scuse me, Pig? Where do I sleep?" I demanded of him. He frowned, pushing his glasses further up his nose, before standing and pointing at a tent thing nearest the sea. "In that."

"With?"

"Yourself, I guess," He shrugged, "There's no room in the other tent, and Lola already claimed the only other one with Samneric."

What the fuck? Lola had left me for them? She barely knew them! I was her big sister, regardless of the past between me and her best friend, Hay. For the sake of …

"I'm going to bed," I snapped, before standing and getting angrily into the small space of my tent.

I couldn't believe it. She didn't know them. Sure, her, Simon, Samneric had become fast friends, I mean, like, super fast, but I was her sister. Just because they'd made me despise Hayden. It wasn't like I could help it. It was like that. You wanted to be part of the popular clique? You had to hate the right people.

Hayden just happened to be target one.

Lola.

"She's angry," Sam whispered lowly to me. I nodded, and shrugged quietly.

"I can't help that. She may be mean, but she's not stupid. She'll know it was me." I sighed. "I might be afraid if I knew Hayden wasn't there for me."

"And me!" Little Sam yelled. "Don't forget me or Eric!"

I giggled quietly. "And you. Though I'm not sure you could take Chrissy."

"Bedtime, everybody! Wash day tomorrow! Get your rest, hunters are hunting again tomorrow!" Jack announced before flouncing into bed. I smiled at Simon.

"Night."

"Night night," He smiled back at me. "See you tomorrow, Lola."

"Sure," I agreed, before following Sam into my tent.

Tomorrow, I could wash. Tomorrow, I could sit down with Hayden and Chrissy – separately – and work out what we were going to do about this mess. Tomorrow, I could see Simon's smile again.

Fun.

Last update of the night. More tomorrow? I think so!