Before Ralph could say another word, most of the boys ran off into the
jungle towards the mountain. The rest ran after the mob, because they
didn't want to be left behind. The only ones left were Piggy and I.
We walked silently through the jungle following the trail of crushed branches and flowers.
"It'll never work," Piggy broke the silence as we were nearing the mountain, "No one just carries around matches in their pocket."
I nodded my head in agreement. Before I could say anything, we were at the mountain's rocky cliff, and were faced with some climbing. Piggy was breathless by the time we reached where the other boys were. There was a huge pile of branches in the middle of the mountain.
Jack seemed angry at the fact that neither Piggy nor I helped. I was still stumped at how they were going to light the fire. Suddenly, Ralph rushed over and took Piggy's glasses and kneeled over the fire. There was a stream of smoke that was coming off the fire. Jack went over and began to blow on the fire, The fire caught very quickly and the fire flames licked up towards the heavens. It wasn't long before there was a need for more wood.
As the other boys went to go gather more wood, Piggy began to laugh wickedly. He pointed out towards the woods. Sparks had been carried by the wind and had landed on various trees. I began to look around for the little ones. I only counted eleven. I didn't know whom I was missing though.
"Lucas!" I screamed.
"Who?" Piggy asked.
"The little boy with the purple mark on his face. You know the one who was talking about the beastie? He's missing." I began to sob.
"We have to let the forest fire burn out, so we can't go look for him," Ralph was the voice of reason.
"I can't just sit here and do nothing!"
"Why not? That's what you're good at," Jack's sarcasm was totally unneeded at the moment.
I ran half way down the mountain. I couldn't stand Jack anymore. I needed to gain my composure back. I had a little boy wandering out there in the burning forest. I sat down among the blue flowers that were somehow growing on the rocks. I knew I should be watching the other little ones, but I felt like it was my fault that Lucas was missing.
I heard footsteps coming up behind me. I wanted to be left alone. Why couldn't they see that? Oh, wait, I reminded myself, boys aren't in tune with the feelings of others.
"We can search for him afterwards," a friendly voice said.
I looked towards it. It looked like that boy named Simon, who went with Jack and Ralph on their voyage. He was small and skinny. He had black hair and wonderfully bright eyes. He was about my age. He came and sat down beside me.
"You're Margaret, right? I'm Simon," He out his hand for me to shake it.
I smiled, wiped the tears from my eyes and took his hand.
We walked silently through the jungle following the trail of crushed branches and flowers.
"It'll never work," Piggy broke the silence as we were nearing the mountain, "No one just carries around matches in their pocket."
I nodded my head in agreement. Before I could say anything, we were at the mountain's rocky cliff, and were faced with some climbing. Piggy was breathless by the time we reached where the other boys were. There was a huge pile of branches in the middle of the mountain.
Jack seemed angry at the fact that neither Piggy nor I helped. I was still stumped at how they were going to light the fire. Suddenly, Ralph rushed over and took Piggy's glasses and kneeled over the fire. There was a stream of smoke that was coming off the fire. Jack went over and began to blow on the fire, The fire caught very quickly and the fire flames licked up towards the heavens. It wasn't long before there was a need for more wood.
As the other boys went to go gather more wood, Piggy began to laugh wickedly. He pointed out towards the woods. Sparks had been carried by the wind and had landed on various trees. I began to look around for the little ones. I only counted eleven. I didn't know whom I was missing though.
"Lucas!" I screamed.
"Who?" Piggy asked.
"The little boy with the purple mark on his face. You know the one who was talking about the beastie? He's missing." I began to sob.
"We have to let the forest fire burn out, so we can't go look for him," Ralph was the voice of reason.
"I can't just sit here and do nothing!"
"Why not? That's what you're good at," Jack's sarcasm was totally unneeded at the moment.
I ran half way down the mountain. I couldn't stand Jack anymore. I needed to gain my composure back. I had a little boy wandering out there in the burning forest. I sat down among the blue flowers that were somehow growing on the rocks. I knew I should be watching the other little ones, but I felt like it was my fault that Lucas was missing.
I heard footsteps coming up behind me. I wanted to be left alone. Why couldn't they see that? Oh, wait, I reminded myself, boys aren't in tune with the feelings of others.
"We can search for him afterwards," a friendly voice said.
I looked towards it. It looked like that boy named Simon, who went with Jack and Ralph on their voyage. He was small and skinny. He had black hair and wonderfully bright eyes. He was about my age. He came and sat down beside me.
"You're Margaret, right? I'm Simon," He out his hand for me to shake it.
I smiled, wiped the tears from my eyes and took his hand.