Disclaimer: I don't not own Lord of the Flies, and never will….i think the book is really gay since I had to read it in school…but, I like the book cuz its awesome. School just killed it…. so im redoing it! (not really)

Author's Note: This is an edited version of Chapter 1: Default Chapter.

Another thing. I didn't make it clear before, but this takes place in modern time. Like right now, not in the 1950's. In the 2005's! Alrighty? Lets do this thang! -look around at all the confused faces-

i'll shut up now.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" The young blond boy screamed as he was being chased down by a savage tribe of psychotic boys.

Smoke was filling the air and making it hard to breath, hard to see. He ran foward, one foot quickly in front of the other as the creepers slashed at his legs.

He could hear the barbaric crowd following behind him, so he ran faster. Each stepped was painful but he kept running, for his life depended on it.

Where would he run? There was no where safe. He ran blindly, the smoke clouded his vision. If he couldn't see, that means they rest of the boys couldnt see. All he needed to do was hide.

The boy ran and ran, when finally, his feet came along ground that was soft and warm. The smoke cleared and he saw that he was on the shore.

Behind him, he could hear and warrior cries of the rest of the boys.

He looked foward to the ocean and something white caught his eye. What was that big boat like thing? Was it what he hoped it was? The object of his salvation?

He couldn't tell. A closer, white object to the right with something in it moving caught his eye. Right as his eyes focused on the object,

BAM!

The boy fell to the floor and blacked out.

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Ralph's eye's shot open. His head ached along with his muscles, but he got up anyway.

What was he doing again? Where was he? Oh yes, in the middle of the forest. Jack and his crew were trying to kill him. He could hear them in the distance now.

Ralph ran as fast as his legs could take him. Jack and Roger just killed Piggy and Simon, and now they were coming for him.

"Ahhhh!"

Ralph was weak. There were cuts and bruises all over his body and paint splattered over his face. He was filthy and bloody and wore tattered cloths. He ran through the branches and vines as creeper things swatted at his legs. After running for what seemed like hours, he finally lost the savage mob that was chasing after him. He sat down and caught his breath. What was he going to do now? He was doomed. If he went back to the boys, they would surely hunt him… but if he stayed by himself, he would die. Ralph walked wearily through the forest when he smelled something pleasant… food … he followed his nose and walked to the scent. He stopped dead in his tracks. He heard a drumming noise. His heart dropped. Either the savage gang of boys found him, or there were other people on the island. He walked out in the open and saw a marvelous sight. There was about twelve perfectly crafted huts along the beach, but in the forest. There was a shelter with crafted tables and food and empty coconut shells, probably for drinks. There were young girls weaving leaves and making mats, giggling to themselves, or stringing shells together to make jewelry. Ralph awed at the scene. He was saved. He was about to run over to them but then two girls in grass skirts and tube-tops jumped in front of him. They each were holding a bow armed with an arrow, and had several arrows in a sack hanging off of their backs.

"Stop!" One of them said. She had blond hair and looked like she was 11 or 12.

Ralph stopped, not wanting to get killed. He put of his hands.

"Get Kathleen! Get Kathleen!" The other girl shouted. She had red hair and looked about 11 or 12 too. The other girls around the huts panicked and started banging on the drums.

"Get on your knees, outsider!" The blond girl cried, and shoved Ralph to the floor. Ralph fell flat on his face and moaned.

"It's a boy!"

"What do we do?"

"Get Kathleen!"

"Yea, get Kathleen!" Girls started saying. Ralph found it ironic that he was stuck on the island for a year now and he never had any contact with the all girl tribe before. They might have been the beastie.

The girls tied Ralph down with cleverly crafted rope and dragged him into a hut.

"Who are you and why have you come to disturb us?" The blond girl asked.

"I'm Ralph," Ralph said. "And I wasn't trying to disturb you I was trying to escape the wrath of the hunters…"

"What hunters?" The blond girl asked, shaken.

"The group of boys that turned against me and killed my friends. I was their leader until…"

Ralph stopped. The girls looked at him sympathetically.

"We'll let Kathleen deal with you." The red-haired girl said.

"Who's Kathleen?" Ralph asked.

"Our leader! Me and Ciara are assistant leaders!" The blond girl said. "I'm Claire."

"And I'm Ciara!" The red haired girl said. "You look parched! I'll have on of the girls fetch you some water…" Claire said.

"Thank you, thank you so much! Can you untie me?" He asked. Claire left, leaving only him and Ciara.

"No. Sorry, you're a big issue. I'm gonna have to let Kathleen deal with you." Ciara said.

"Oh, alright."

A little girl came in with 3 empty coconut shells filled with water…or some kind of liquid.

"Okay invader boy," she said. She was so cute! "We have three kind of drinks to offer you at this time…Pina Colada, Tropical Fantasy, or water. We ran out of Mango Splash but Kathleen doesn't like it because she's allergic to mango and we are fresh out of Star Fruit Punch but we'll have more in about 30 minutes…"

"TEA!" An older girl cried.

"Kathleen!" The little girl with the drinks said. Apparently her name was Tea.

"Get out!" She cried. "But thank you for your hostility… good job." Tea beamed with pride.

Now Ralph was in the hut with the leader of the tribe, Kathleen. She looked like she was 15 or so, the same age as Ralph, and she had brown hair and soft brown eyes. She was very clean and she smelled like flowers and mint. Ralph on the other hand was horribly dirty and smelled like fish. Kathleen grimaced.

"Who are you? How long have been on the island? Why are you so dirty?" She asked, sitting next to him. She was very pretty. Ralph had the sudden urge to glomp her. Good thing he was tied up.

"My name is Ralph. I've been on the island for about a year now I think. I was the leader of a group of boys but they turned against me and tried to kill me…" He said, trailing off. Kathleen looked at him sternly.

"That's horrible! But if you try to take over my girls… I swear I will kill you." She said. Ralph blinked. She stood up. She was taller than the other girls and more matured… physically. She wore a grass skirt and a tan tub-top woven from fine thread. She had an obscene amount of sparkling jewelry on.

"I have worked so hard and sacrificed so much in order to get these girls to get along. Right now I have made a utopian society and if anyone tries to ruin it, they will be terminated…

"Every since that planed crashed, we were stuck together. I realized that it would be a while until we could be rescued to a formed a society with all the girls, I being their leader. I thought up of ever situation that could go wrong and thought through the solution, then though of ways to prevent it. All the girls here love and trust each other and they hide no secrets from each other." Kathleen took a breath, and looked up.

"Now that there's a boy here… Do you know what might happen?" She asked.

"No…" Ralph muttered. He really wanted to try the Tropical Fantasy drink that Tea left for him.

"They'll get jealous…they'll start fighting with each other…" Kathleen sighed. "And I'm going to be a therapist again…" She rubbed her forehead.

"Get up." Kathleen said. Ralph got up. "You need to get cleaned off and fed. Then we'll get you fitted into cloths…and you can rest." She said sternly. She really knew how to lead a group of people. Ralph was ashamed by his leadership skills. Kathleen hesitated for a bit.

"Ciara! Claire!" She called. The two girls came running in.

"Yes Kathleen?" They both said in unison. It was extraordinary how much respect everyone had for her.

"You two will be in charge for a few more days. If anything goes wrong, just tell me. I'll be around, taking care of Ralph here." Kathleen said.

"Okay Kathleen! But- what is today's activity?" Ciara asked.

"Bracelet weaving. Tomorrow since you both will be in charge, you can agree on the next activity." Kathleen said. Ralph was dumbfounded.

"Alright! Good luck Kathleen!" They said. Kathleen smiled. Then she looked at Ralph. He stood and watched her. She was so beautiful.

Kathleen was about to untie Ralph but stop when she noticed his hungry eyes.

"Come, follow me…" She said, and held his arm. They walked out of the hut and walked around the "village". It was astonishing. There were tiki-torches that would light up during the night. There were baskets of fruit and girls that were cooking fish and crab. Other girls were making spices. These girls had it very good compared to Ralph.

"Where did you get the baskets? And tiki-torches? And how did you get spices…?" Ralph asked. He walked with Kathleen. She smiled proudly.

"I figured out how to make them, then I teach them. Every month I let my two girls become leaders for a week while I leave to be alone. While I'm gone, I think of things we need and how I could make them, and my girls don't want to take over." She said.

Ralph's mouth dropped. She did think of everything.

"Why do you leave every month?" Ralph asked.

"I don't want my girls to think I'm dying!" She said.

"Dying? Why?" Ralph asked. She stared.

"Never mind."

Kathleen and Ralph walked into the forest until they reached a large pond with a waterfall.

"This is where everyone baths. We are in the process of making floral-smelling soap and shampoo, but all we have is unscented." She said, a little disappointed. Ralph was so shocked. Her girls were having problems getting their soap to smell like flowers while his boys were having problem taking a crap everywhere. Kathleen gently untied Ralph's ropes.

She turned around and he took of his pants and jumped into the water. There was a basket of bar soaps and coconut shells filled with think liquid. It must be shampoo. There were also fluffy "towels" hanging neatly on a make shift rack.

"Kathleen, how did you make the towels? And soap!" Ralph called. She sat on a rock by the pool.

"There is this plant that has a sticky fluff growing off of it. I made sure it was safe to use and wove it into a cloth. It was easy since it was sticky. When I was finished, I just washed it off and it wasn't sticky anymore!" She said. "Then I taught all my girls how to do it…and we made loads of the cloth. After we had leftovers, my girls and I decided that towels would be nice."

Ralph poured shampoo in his hair. It made bubbles. He was thrilled that his hair was getting cleaned.

"As for the soap and shampoo…I didn't think of it. One of the girls…Rena, she made it. Her mother used to sell bars of soap and fragrant shampoos… a bit of a hippie childI suppose...Rena remembered how to make it. It was great when we found all the materials we needed." Kathleen said thoughtfully.

Ralph plunged under water and rinsed himself off. The water was luke-warm. He wanted to stay in the water forever; the feeling of clean was very nice. Since he was starving, he got out and wrapped a towel around himself. It was soft. Ralph dried himself off and grabbed his pants. Kathleen frowned.

"Are you going to put those dirty shorts on?" She asked.

"Well…what do you suggest I do then?" He asked. The civilized side of him was beginning to come back.

"If you don't mind, I can get you a skirt or something." She said. One thing popped into Ralph's dirty teenaged mind. Easy access. "Then later I'll have one of the girls make you a pair of pants."

Ralph smiled. "You girls thought of everything, haven't you?" He asked.

She led him back to the little village. "Pretty much. I think out next activity will be building a ship." She smiled. Ralph chuckled.

there's chapter one!