Hey people I'm back! Please I beg of you forgive my punctuation, I'm French. I write fan fictions just for the fun of it, and thrust me since I started writhing I've improved my self. Now sorry for my delay I was caught up in exam all month long, still am actually.

Any who on to the second chapter.

So let me explain the characters;

Keavy, she's piggy's sister. She's bossy and loud mouthed, though it's not always a disadvantage. She's hates being hypocrite and will not stand still when some one is bullied though she doesn't mind when she's the bully.

Piggy, piggy will from now on be called Cecil which means "blind"… we all now why.

Sammy is the tomboyish girl that wanted to count everyone.

Gael was not yet introduced but will be further on in the story.

Yana is not yet introduced either.

Extract from the last chapter;

"But who could be chief?" Asked Simon.

"I could." Keavy said hushing a littlun.

"You're just a girl." Snickered Roger. "How about the guy with the conch?"

"Me." Ralph whispered.

"Why him I bet he can't even sing C sharp."

"So what I can make you scream in agony you don't hear me bragging." The girl that was counting with Cecil/Piggy said.

"Why don't you go make a turkey sandwich?" Jack said and all the boys laughed.

"Why don't you go f…ck your self."

Everyone gasped then they giggled. "She said the F word!"

Chapter II

The Many Types Of Jerks

Keavy and Ralph were sitting on the beach, the sun was setting down on them. Soon the littluns were going to cuddle up and go to sleep, dreaming of their houses and their families. The hunters were nowhere to be seen, probably off hunting.

Simon and Cecil and the girls were doing the last adjustments to the shelter. Their hands where blistered and their arms ached from all the heavy lifting they did. It was all worth it though, after seeing the faces of the small children, it was a smile of pure joy.

The fire was burning on the top of the mountain, thank heaven Keavy made everyone realise the dangers of a wild fire before it was too late. Ralph stretched is arms forwards.

"You know, you're not so bad for a girl." He tried to compliment her.

Keavy turned her head towards him an eyebrow raised. "For a girl?" She shook her head slightly and made a strange clacking noise with her mouth. "Thanks I guess if it's the best compliment you could give to some one." She didn't bother showing her enraged tone, in her soft young voice. "Ralph good job keep being an idiot, that's how leaders behave."

Ralph looked at her as she stomped away. He was confused and annoyed mostly. Is father had always told him that women had no say, that they should just cook, clean take care of the children and obey to their husbands. Well he had only said that once when mother left, after having broken half the good china in the house.

So maybe what he said was wrong, if it made mother mad…

"Hey Ralph!" Jack said running towards him.

"Hey Jack." Ralph greeted him waving at the same time.

"You should really come hunting with us, Yana father was a butcher, she knows full of stuff! How to skin…"

"Can you ear your self Jack she's just a girl." Roger said sitting down with them.

"So what, she catches pigs at least."

Gael and Yana were walking towards the shelter, and they past near the boys. Jack gulped nervously and blushed slightly as Yana waved towards him and smiled.

"Jack and Yana sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g." Both Ralph and Roger singed.

"Shut up!" Said Jack, blushing a deeper shade of red.

"Gushy, gushy, kissy, kissy!" They continued.

"Leave him alone!" Keavy screamed from the other side of the beach.

Ralph zipped his mouth at the very second her sentence finished, though unluckily roger continued. The three girls, started walking towards them.

"Look your wife is coming this way Jack."

"She's not my wife!"

The girls were standing in front of them, arms crossed, frowning. "What's happening here?" Asked the eldest, that was Gael.

Roger blinked. "Why should I answer to you your just girls? You should be cleaning this sand for all I care and know."

"You're full of your self are you not roger, morons' trough and trough..." Roger got up at the speed of light and started choking Gael.

Little did the boy know, that she practiced the martial arts to keep her healthy. In the blink of an eye Roger was eating the sand while Gael was taunting him and torturing him.

"Is that sand clean enough for you?" she told him slowly twisting his harm.

"That's enough!" Ralph and Keavy both yield at the same time.

"He's a jerk let him be Gael." Keavy reasoned.

Gael threw the boy on the ground.

Roger whimpered and massaged him arm. "You're a bad person you hurt me!" He cried.

"So that makes two of us that hurt you."

"Who's the second one?" He sniffled.

"Yourself."

So what I'm trying to do here, in the 1950 women were thriving for the same rights as men, even if the revolution had been started 102 years ago, men were still sexiest and abusive as ever… not in all cases of course. Just a bit of history (guys don't get offended…please.)

Before the 1840 these were the rules inflicted on women.

Married women were legally dead in the eyes of the law

Women were not allowed to vote

Women had to submit to laws when they had no voice in their formation

Married women had no property rights

Husbands had legal power over and responsibility for their wives to the extent that they could imprison or beat them with impunity

Divorce and child custody laws favored men, giving no rights to women

Women had to pay property taxes although they had no representation in the levying of these taxes

Most occupations were closed to women and when women did work they were paid only a fraction of what men earned

Women were not allowed to enter professions such as medicine or law

Women had no means to gain an education since no college or university would accept women students

With only a few exceptions, women were not allowed to participate in the affairs of the church

Women were robbed of their self-confidence and self-respect, and were made totally dependent on men

Just to say we came a long way since then and we should be glad for what we have today.

Oh and by the way I'm no feminist.