This is not my own characters, the are from Lord of the flies. This is an add on part to what was already written. It's an add on chapter from befor they were saved.
Ralph layed under a tree restlesly. He whiped the salty tears from his beutiful eyes, and smuged the blood from his dirty face. "I can't beleived they killed him, he was the most innocent, fair person on this island, and he's dead." He said holding in the flow of tears that were starting to drip from him big blue eyes. He was dirty. Covered in filth with hard hands. Blood on his cheeks and sand in his hair. He rolled over and stared at the pink sky.It was supper time. He seemed in too much pain to sit with his friends, the few he had left. He sat down on a wet log, and ate some of the berries from the wet trees. He heard a stick crack and he turned. He listened patiently to hear the noise again. He heard another stick crack from the other end. He could hear breathing noises from the distance. A flowing breeze past by and the trees swayed. Some thing was out there, bewildered, he stood up. He gazed around, but in vain. He sat back down and continued eating, but kept his ears open for any noises. After having a small feed he began to get tired, and decided to lay down next to the log. Soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a shrilling scream coming from all ends. Startled, he quickly opened his eyes. There, all around him, were the boys. Bloody hands with clubs and Jack with his knife. He stood there in strife of what he was about to do. Ralph just lay there helplessly in disbeleif. "What do you want from me, what have you left to take?You took my good friends Sam and Piggy, what is there left, but my pride?" said Ralph sternly. Jack laughed histericly and then looked down at him, with cold eyes. "Now, we have come to get you," he said cooly. Ralph tried to get up, but Jack held him down, the other boys quietly and anxiously backed slowly away. "Why do you hate me Jack?What did I do?" He said under his breath for Jack had his knee pushed into his stomache. " You tried to take my place, you tried to put "the fire" infront of our needs, food. You thought we would get saved you fool. If we had followed you, we would be starving right now. We would have died," he said aggrivated. He pulled out his knife and pointed the blade towards Ralph. "All you cared about was food, and we'd never get saved if that was all we cared about. We were a tribe Jack, we were friends. If we had worked together we would be off this island AND YOU KNOW IT!" he said staring into the boys eyes hoping they would understand him. They looked at the ground in shame. Jack bent down further, the knife still held stenly in his hands, and told the boys to go. The walked slowly, not caring of what may happen to ralph.
Ralph layed under a tree restlesly. He whiped the salty tears from his beutiful eyes, and smuged the blood from his dirty face. "I can't beleived they killed him, he was the most innocent, fair person on this island, and he's dead." He said holding in the flow of tears that were starting to drip from him big blue eyes. He was dirty. Covered in filth with hard hands. Blood on his cheeks and sand in his hair. He rolled over and stared at the pink sky.It was supper time. He seemed in too much pain to sit with his friends, the few he had left. He sat down on a wet log, and ate some of the berries from the wet trees. He heard a stick crack and he turned. He listened patiently to hear the noise again. He heard another stick crack from the other end. He could hear breathing noises from the distance. A flowing breeze past by and the trees swayed. Some thing was out there, bewildered, he stood up. He gazed around, but in vain. He sat back down and continued eating, but kept his ears open for any noises. After having a small feed he began to get tired, and decided to lay down next to the log. Soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a shrilling scream coming from all ends. Startled, he quickly opened his eyes. There, all around him, were the boys. Bloody hands with clubs and Jack with his knife. He stood there in strife of what he was about to do. Ralph just lay there helplessly in disbeleif. "What do you want from me, what have you left to take?You took my good friends Sam and Piggy, what is there left, but my pride?" said Ralph sternly. Jack laughed histericly and then looked down at him, with cold eyes. "Now, we have come to get you," he said cooly. Ralph tried to get up, but Jack held him down, the other boys quietly and anxiously backed slowly away. "Why do you hate me Jack?What did I do?" He said under his breath for Jack had his knee pushed into his stomache. " You tried to take my place, you tried to put "the fire" infront of our needs, food. You thought we would get saved you fool. If we had followed you, we would be starving right now. We would have died," he said aggrivated. He pulled out his knife and pointed the blade towards Ralph. "All you cared about was food, and we'd never get saved if that was all we cared about. We were a tribe Jack, we were friends. If we had worked together we would be off this island AND YOU KNOW IT!" he said staring into the boys eyes hoping they would understand him. They looked at the ground in shame. Jack bent down further, the knife still held stenly in his hands, and told the boys to go. The walked slowly, not caring of what may happen to ralph.